Fate Chose Me (Complete)

Chapter 2

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Me: what is it? What's wrong with him?

Him: he was involved in an accident and its bad. We have to go

Me: I'll be down in a minute

The news hit me like an unexpected storm, shattering the fragile peace of my world. Despite the ever-present rift between my father and me, the mere mention of such distressing news about him sent a shockwave through my core. In that moment of urgency, familial bonds eclipsed our differences, and I found myself propelled into action.

With a turbulent mix of worry and panic, I rushed to my closet, hands fumbling to grab the nearest essentials. Briefs clutched in one hand, sweatpants in the other, and a t-shirt hastily pulled over my head, I hastily adorned myself with the armor of the familiar. The routine act of putting on my push-ins felt almost mechanical, a small yet necessary gesture in the face of impending uncertainty.

Bounding down the stairs, a whirlwind of emotions constricting my chest, I ensured the house was securely locked behind me. Each step echoed with the urgency of my thoughts, racing to find solace and answers in the presence of family. As I reached the bottom, the gravity of the situation unveiled itself – my mother, a stalwart figure, sat in front with my brother, both adorned with expressions etched in distress. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken fears, and the air crackled with an unsettling tension that demanded acknowledgment.

Me: He's going to be fine mom

She just nodded. I hate seeing my first lady like this. it breaks my heart. We got into the hospital and mom went to enquire about dad at the reception. She came to us and told us that he was in theatre and the doctor would inform us later.

Just then a woman walked in and seemed to be enquiring about our dad. She was skinny, brunette hair, long sexy legs, body hugging dress and just everything perfect. I looked at her from her shoes and then up. It's no doubt that she was a slay queen. I got up and walked up to her leaving my mom with my twin

Her: I need to know if he's ok?

Receptionist: ma'am I'm afraid we can't tell at this point. What relation do you have with the patient if I may ask?

Her: he's my boyfriend

I should have known! I tapped her shoulder and she turned to look at me, damn she was all kinds of beautiful

Me: hi

Her: Can I help you?

Me: you are Bandile's girlfriend?

In the tapestry of our family history, the hues blend in a harmonious dance, creating a narrative that defies the boundaries of conventional expectations. Yes, you might be wondering why, despite our shared black identity, we bear a surname that echoes with a distinctly different heritage. Allow me to untangle the threads of our lineage for you.

Our father, a man of colored descent, shares a complex ancestry. His roots trace back to a union between a white man and a striking black woman, a liaison marked by passion and defiance of societal norms. This clandestine affair bore fruit in the form of our father, a testament to the unforeseen connections that can arise amid the swirling currents of love and desire.

Our grandmother, a woman of captivating beauty, found herself entwined in a story that defied conventional expectations. Although she and our grandfather did not formalize their connection through marriage, she was resolute in ensuring that our father had a relationship with his paternal lineage. In a gesture that bridged the gaps between heritage and identity, she graciously allowed our father to bear his father's surname, a symbol of connection to a lineage that, while unconventional, was undeniably a part of his narrative.