An Unlikely Connection: Part 3

Chapter 8: New Beginning

"Do you want to break up?"

"No," she said, quivering her lips. "Do you?"

"I thought about it when you sought to change yourself."

"I understand," she said after letting her tears flow. "I was so focused on myself that I didn't think how this would affect you."

It was good to hear Yosefin recognize my worry. I sighed with relief at the thought of the nightmare coming to an end. Later that day, she came over to my house without warning at night with two sleeping bags. She looked drained. Her face was pink, and her eyes were a bit red. My father was behind me when I opened the door. She asked my dad if she could move in after she mentioned having a big argument with her father. The details of what went down she kept herself until she and I were alone. She promised to give my parents a monthly deposit to avoid any financial expenses due to her presence. My dad didn't verbally agree. He waved his hand inward and went upstairs to his room.

Yosefin and I organized the stuff she brought inside the guest room. She brought more than two sleeping bags. Half of her room came with her. She brought her PC, clothes, shoes, blankets, pillows, and surprisingly the dildo from her bedside. One item I didn't see was her gaming chairs. When I mentioned them, she said she was in a rush to get out. The chair required special tools to be disassembled. I offered her one of the dining chairs from downstairs to use, but she declined. She intended to get both of them the next day and asked if I wanted to come and help.

"I could use my dad's pickup to take them whole," I said.

"Will he allow that?" Yosefin said cautiously if she was scared to speak at a normal volume. "I don't want to cause problems."

"It's good."

The next day, we took my dad's truck after Yosefin insisted she ask for his permission to her home to pick up the chairs. I backed the truck down the driveway and parked it. Her father met her at the door before she could open it. He didn't say anything. They looked at each other for a moment then she offered her hand to me.

"Let's go," she said. I took her hand. She interlocked her fingers between mine once I got in. "I just remembered I need to get some other things," she said softly with her head tucked down. "Go ahead and take the chairs out." She went straight to her bathroom. I grabbed the closest chair and rolled it out of the room. Her mother stopped me from heading back and asked if she could have a word with me.

"Is she moving in with you?" Her mother said quietly.

"She's moving in with my family," I said.

"For how long?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I apologize for all that's happening and what my husband did." Her apology left me confused. She didn't do anything to cause all the turmoil Yosefin and I went through. I'd rather hear from Yosefin's father's lips.

"It's fine," I said not knowing what else to say at the moment. "My family doesn't mind taking her in."

"That's good," she said and sighed. Her husband came around the corner and all hell broke loose. "Look at what you did! She's leaving because of your unacceptance!"

I step inside Yosefin's room to get away from them. Their voices echoed within the hallway. Yosefin listened from her bathroom as they argued over her body image. She shook her head several times and kept soothing her lips. Her parents argued over the correctness of her mutated body. I heard the same talking points from her father she spoke about. Every time he talked about her, he used the words, "he, him, his, Yose." Her mother didn't use those words.

"See what it is like?" Yosefin said and then grabbed the second chair. "I can't be here anymore. My existence has become an issue."

"Let's go home," I said and took the chair from her. "It'll never be an issue there or anywhere when I'm around." When I turned my back, she hugged me from behind and pulled herself into me. Her arms squeezed my stomach and chest.