Josef From Refugee Novels & Stories

Rosaline, who had recently found out the reasons behind all of this. Yosef focused his gaze on the road ahead of him. Yosef, the old man, had come to regard the Zeroun family as more than just a Christian family. Nobody knew that Yosef's presence in the Zeroun residence was a request from Mrs. Rosaline's parents. As a token of gratitude, Yosef had agreed to serve the family for the rest of his life. Even though he had received better job offers with higher salaries, he chose to reject them. Because the Zeroun family, especially Mrs. Rosaline, was his priority.

Yosef initially wanted to accompany Yvonne to fly back home, but after the factory incident last time where a worker took him to court for unreasonable trouble, he could not leave the country as a defendant. Yosef was very anxious he could only call Zachary. Zachary jumped with anger when he heard Yosef said Jade brought Leo back home. “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you promise me to take good care of Yvonne and Leo? How could you simply let that crazy woman Jade take him away?”

Joseph was signaling Anahita to go, but those robots were not listening to anyone at that time. "Uncle you get out of here". When he did not follow the signs, Joseph had to say it himself. "These people have come to my house to kill. How can I leave here?" Anahita’s dad also flew away. "Uncle, I'm an alien. I'm the leader of the planet. I'll stop them by doing something. They won't do anything to anyone. You just go away." Joseph had accepted his reality in front of them and they were looking at him with surprise that his daughter's husband is not a human but an alien.

If I die in this pack house, then that would be the end of my misery; at least then I know I would bring a child into this world. How did this all go so wrong? I truly am so naive. The bedroom door unlocks and I immediately jump to my feet to see Josef walking in with a tray of food. He doesn’t meet my gaze yet again, just walks in and places the tray on my night stand. “Josef,” I call out when he reaches the door to leave. “Please, talk to me.” He visibly stiffens. “What exactly do you want me to say?” “Anything,” I respond, hugging my body closer. “How are you? Have you healed?”

They looked startled when we sat down near them but still gave them space so that they did not feel like we were crowding them. “It won’t change anything, but I’m truly sorry for everything that you both experienced. I want you to know that while Josef was unfortunately my sperm donor, I’m nothing like him or Julio. My mother had been abducted by Josef, and I was the result of him trying to force her into aiding his quest to destroy.” They were both taken aback by that information. I could see the disgust on their faces but also understanding. They knew how deranged Julio was. I had no idea if they had ever met Josef, but I was certain they could draw conclusions.

Joseph's ear felt on fire; they were talking about him. Before they could decide what to do with him, he spoke up. "Please, take me with you. They've killed my family, rounded up the whole poblacion up north, and killed anyone who resisted. I've got nowhere else to go but I want to fight. I need to fight. I need—"

"When you collapsed in the crater, we weren't back from the pass yet. You were bleeding out on the surface." "Then who brought me down?" Baraka asked, confused. Musa stepped aside, gesturing toward the entrance of the tent. A young man stepped inside. He was a baseline human, wearing a torn, dust-covered button-down shirt. He looked incredibly nervous, holding a battered cloth cap in his hands. Baraka recognized him. He was one of the refugees who had arrived from Dar es Salaam—the man who had carried his pregnant wife through the colonial drains. "This is Maxwell," Musa introduced him. "When the ceiling stopped shaking, he and a dozen other humans forced the floodgate open. They climbed up

“And you’re also a good dad, like mine.” Boyle smiled, easing the tension from moments before. “Thanks, buddy!” He said. “Do you know who I am?” Joseph nodded. “You are the President”, he replied. “You make people happy at home.” “Really?” Boyle asked, intrigued. “And have you seen the happy people in their houses?” Joseph nodded again. “Yes”, he said. “When the soldiers arrived they made their families happy in their homes, because they weren’t going to shoot more, nor were they going to shoot more.”

- he says “What happened?” - I ask him sitting foreword on the sofa “There was an attack on the underground” - Joseph says “Are you shitting me right now?” - I ask “Yeah because I live to shit you, of course not” - joseph replies “How many man?” - I ask “Three, they set fire onto everything “ “Who” “Who did this?” “No you moron, who died” - I say “Adam, Carlos and Andrade” - he says and I take a deep breath.

The next entry was from four days ago. “Josef said it’s finally time. Come Saturday, the bitch will be tossed at his feet as an offering. He’s been very pleased with how well I’ve been doing with this mission. He even agreed to let me help break her. Josef Reyes definitely made me swoon with that offer. He said that he’d be bringing his team up to join us from Chihuahua and that they’ll be bringing me something special that’s been in his family for generations. No idea what it is, but I can’t wait.” Thank the Goddess that Maxine was a fucking idiot who shared some vital pieces of information. This was not much to go on but was better than nothing, which was precisely what we had before we ca