Lycan Obsessed

CHAPTER FOUR: MEETING ISAAC

“Hello” she wasn’t excited at all and didn’t care about whatever he had to say.

At first she thought the line had dropped dead at the other end of the line, because it took some time before she heard his rusty voice.

“Cassie…” She immediately cut him short and angrily responded.

“You very well know you have no right to call me that, it’s Cassandra; my government name to you”.

The silence that had hung over Cassandra like a thick fog was broken by his shaky voice.

"Cassandra”, his profound, rough voice answered on the opposite stopping point. It took her a second to remember it, however when she did, her heart skirted a beat.

Edward, her estranged father, was to blame. The man who had left their family when she was just a child, leaving a vacuum in their hearts that could never be filled.

Cassandra's hold on the phone shook as a hurricane of feelings raced through her. Outrage, hatred, and a bit of interest twirled together, making it hard for her to frame a lucid reaction.

"For what reason would you say you are calling me now?" she finally spoke, her voice bound with sharpness.

There was a another pause on the other side, and when Edward spoke once more, his voice sounded weighty with lament. " I realize I don't deserve your forgiveness, Cassandra, yet I really want to apologize. I really want to make things right, or at least attempt to."

Cassandra's eyes confined with a bit of detest. She had gone through years building walls around herself, shielding her heart from the aggravation her dad had caused. She was not going to allow those barriers to fall so easily.

"What can you possibly say to reverse anything?" she answered, her voice touched with noncompliance.

Before continuing, Edward took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. “Cassandra, I have to tell you something. Something that has tormented me for quite a long time. It's an unusual kind of secret, and it's time you know the truth."

Cassandra's foreheads wrinkled as she listened eagerly. The notice of an off the record piece of information provoked her curiosity, however her obstinacy stayed steady.

"I would rather not hear what ever you've had up your sleeves," she shot back, her voice firm. “ You have long since lost your right to be a part of my life”.

Edward's voice faltered, a bit of distress leaking through. " I also wanted to express my regret for getting married again, not being there for you, and not being a father to your half-brother, Sean. I bombed you both, and Please accept my apologies."

Cassandra felt an ache of bitterness profound inside her, yet she would not allow it to show. She had become skilled at concealing her actual feelings behind a cold façade.

"So, what's the sudden need to let me know what ever you want to say at this point?" she asked, her voice gentler this time, notwithstanding her efforts to keep a cool head.

The tone of Edward's voice became somber. “Cassandra, I have a terminal illness. I wanted to get in touch with you before it's too late because I may not have much time left”.

Cassandra's felt her heart race a thump as the heaviness of his words sank in. She had gone through years hating her dad, faulting him for the split family she experienced childhood in. She also felt a mix of strong and weak feelings right now as she considered the possibility of never seeing him again.

Some part of her needed to suddenly erupt, to shout at him for the aggravation he had caused. Yet, one more piece of her longed for finding, for an opportunity to figure out her broken past.

“Fine”, her voice brushed with submission. “I'm listening”.

Almost immediately he starts to speak, the door opens and a fine young lad walks into the coffee shop, he walks to the front counter and as she watches him, she becomes distracted with the mysterious young man trying to order for coffee.

Cassandra, found it difficult to concentrate on what Edward was saying as he continued to speak, through long uncomfortable pauses and him clearing his throat.

She continued watching the young man, while her father mentioned something about Sean and how he was sorry for remarrying.

At this point, she was close to ending the call because he was distracting her writing afterall.

Cassandra was only enduring this because she knew her late mother would appreciate this from her grave.

“Look, I really didn’t get much of what you said but I’m a little bit busy” She said, coldly.

Edward wasn’t alarmed or surprised and only apologized once again before hanging up.

Did she feel bad about it? Yes, she did. But, her attitude couldn’t beat her father’s actions towards them in the past.

She thought to herself, it was in the past but he was only feeling sorry because he was looking for some sort of redemption after death or some bull s**t like that.

Cassandra sighed and turned her head to the other side only to see that mystery boy was watching her closely with a coffee mug close to his mouth, he was taking slow sips.

She immediately felt her face turn red as she almost bit her lower lip right in front of him.

Trying up to pack up her things, she took a quick glance at him and noticed he had a book on the table. It wasn’t just any book—it was her book.

It at the same time startled and intrigued her that he—such a fine looking young man could read a book, any book.

Not that she thought he was dumb or anything but he really didn’t look like he read any books, especially not werewolf mythology.

Before she could get up to avoid any more awkward glances, he was already approaching her.

Cassandra knew he was going to ask her if she was a stalker because of how she’d been sizing him up since he got there.

Instead, she heard the sweetest baritone voice when he said “Hey, I’m Isaac, Isaac Simmons ”. His cologne was musky just like in her daydream, she strangely remembered.

Saying “hey” back wouldn’t hurt right?