♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️ Episode 23 ❣️
?Gwen’s pov?
Why wasn’t I surprise? Oh, I think I know why…Cleo Fuc-king likes Alex!
I should be happy for her right now.
But why wasn’t I?
Why does my heart ache to see her in this damn position with Alex?
Why wasn’t she hugging me instead?
I was crazy,,, this was crazy.
Why do I even care?
What’s my Fuc-king business with who Cleo hugs and who she doesn’t?
I have my life to focus on and not this romantic shit.
I wasn’t the type to fall in love or care about love and most definitely not the type to feel attracted to her fellow gender but coming to New York was making things weird and quite difficult for me.
I knew coming to New York was a bad idea but because of mom, she caused all of this.
I was actually here to apologize to Cleo about what I said to her but it’s pointless. Besides she was busy with the girl she has huge crush on. I shouldn’t interfere or interrupt.
I turned around from them and walked away, stuffing my hands into my leather hoodie pocket.
I walked out of the school building and looked around in search of my motorbike but the adorable baby was no where to be seen _Ha, I didn’t bring it along_
Now I have no other option than to take public transport. Alone.
I wish Cleo was here with me.
I wish I didn’t have to go home on public transport alone.
This su-cks!
“Gwen?” A voice quietly called my name. I turned around to find Kathy and Pearl staring at me with a smile on their faces. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I replied, running my we-t tongue across my dried li-ps.
“How are you doing? It has been a while we all talked.” Pearl said excitedly. “Are you and Lexi cool now?”
I tilted my head to the side, raising a questioning brow at them. “Were we fighting before?”
“Uhm, probably not. But she was clearly avoiding you, why?” Kathy asked me as if it was normal for me to have an answer.
Alex was the one avoiding me so shouldn’t they be asking her this Fuc-king questions?
And why were they asking me instead?
Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for this conversation but I don’t want to be rude or mean to them and that’s the only reason why I’m still standing here, listening to their bullshit.
I shrugged. “How should I know that?”
“Oh, you’re right.” They both said in sync as they nodded. “But,” Kathy cleared her throat, taking a step closer to me. “Is that why you are also avoiding us?”
“What?”
“You are clearly avoiding us, Gwen.” Pearl added.
“I’m not.” I said.
“But you don’t greet us like you normally used to.” Kathy pointed out.
I sighed. “I’ve…just been busy.”
“Oh.”
“Um, I should get going now. I don’t want to get home late.” I turned to leave but Pearl shot a question at me, making me stop right on my track.
“Are you leaving without your girlfriend?”
~Girlfriend?
“You both look so adorable.” Kathy cooed, smiling.
~Do we?
“But, when did you both started dating?” Pearl questioned.
~Dating?
“And hey, I loved how you stood up for your girlfriend and yourself. It was amazing.” Kathy winked.
~stood up for my girlfriend?
Did I? Besides, she didn’t even notice it. She thought I was only defending myself simply because they tagged me as “g-ay”
I won’t deny that I was upset about being tagged as “g-ay” but hey, I didn’t say all those things for myself….I said it for her.
God, I care about Cleo so much and it Fuc-king hurts when she said those things to me.
*You don’t trust me?*
*Why should I? I’m just getting to know you, Gwen. I don’t know what you are capable of.*
How could she say that to me?
My gaze darted to the two girls standing behind Kathy and Pearl, they were both staring at me.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” I said throu-ghgritted teeth, not taking my eyes off Cleo’s. “I’m not g-ay.” With that corrected, I turned around and walked away.
I didn’t even stay to see her reaction…I just walked away.
It was for the best.
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“How are you dear?” Mrs Jane, Cleo’s mother asked just as I stepped into the house.
“I’m fine.” I forced a smile to my face, taking off my shoes and replacing it with my personal fluffy sli-ppers. “Is that back home?”
She shook her head. “No dear. He said he would be coming late today. But if you know anything you can always reach out to me.”
*You have to stop thanking me about everything I do for you, Gwen. Because trust me, I will be helping you a lot in the future.*
~Helping me, my a-ss!
How the hell are you helping me, huh?
“I will be fine alone. I always am.” I walked past her and went inside the kitchen, grabbed three cupcakes and ascended the stairs in annoyance.
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“This is bullshit! Everything here in New York or should I say Brooklyn su-cks!” I gro-aned, taking a bite of my strawberry cupcake which was made by…arrrrgh!
I tossed the cupcakes out of the window.
“Wait, did you just throw cupcakes away?” Ken asked me.
“Maybe it’s spoilt.” Nathan shrugged.
“Or it tastes awful.” Eddie added.
“Nothing is wrong with it.” I said furiously. “I just don’t want to eat it.”
“You love cupcakes, G. And you hate sharing.” Nathan stated.
“Apparently she just shared it with the ground. That was mean…I know how ha-rd I tried taking just a bite.” Ken rolled his eyes.
“And did you?” Both Nathan and Eddie asked him.
He growled. “You both know I didn’t!”
“GUYS!” I called out at the top of my voice, giving them an intense stare. “Can we just forget about the cupcakes and focus on the main reason why I called?”
“Oh, yeah. What is it?” Nathan asked me.
I hesitate for a while, contemplating whether or not I should tell them about everything going on between Cleo and I.
“What’s wrong, G?” Ken questioned, worriedly. “Did something happened?”
“Fuc-k!” Eddie gasped. “Did you hit your father?”
I scowled at him. “Not funny, a-sshole.”
“Then what is it!?” He asked again.
“I got into a fight with Cleo.” I said in a whisper.
There was a short silence until Ken spoke, breaking the ice.
“You didn’t hit her, did you?” Nathan questioned, widening his eyes.
“I don’t hate girls and you all know that.” I exclaimed.
“Girls can be annoying sometimes.” Eddie said.
“I know. I even met one today at school…it took me all my strength and understanding not to hit her right on the face.”
“Thank God for that. You would have been in Brooklyn jail right now.” Ken laughed over his silly joke.
“What happened?” Eddie now asked, looking serious for once in his life.
“I… it’s quite complicated but I lost control and said mean things to her.”
“Before we go de-ep into this conversation, was she the one who made that cupcakes?” Ken asked me. I nodded my head, raising a questioning brow at him. “Now that explains why you toss it off the window.”
“Congratulations for knowing me well, Ken but that didn’t help.” I frowned. “At all.”
“You seem to really care about her, Gwen.” Nathan observed.
“I do. She’s just so amazing, smart, beautiful, awesome, brave, wonderful…I thought girls like me were ha-rd to find but when I met Cleo I came to realize that there were girls who are even more better than I am.” I paused. “She’s the first girl ever to bond with me, guys.”
Silence!
Silence!
Silence!
“You like her, don’t you?” Nathan teased, smiling.
Now this was one reason I hate sharing my problems to my friends.
“You look so happy and relief talking about her.” Ken added.
“You both will make such an adorable couple, trust me.”
*You both look so adorable!* Kathy’s words came flooding back into my head.
No, no, no…it can’t be.
I don’t…no, I can’t have any kind of romantic feelings for Cleo.
Never.
“I don’t. She’s just a friend.” I said.
“Just a friend?” Ken scoffed. “Listen, we know how much you hate being tagged as g-ay even though your dressing and looks proves it but denying your feelings will only hurt you.”
Wait, was that meant to help me because clearly, it wasn’t helping at all!
“Ken is right, G. If you are attracted to her then just go with the flow. Being g-ay doesn’t make you lesser than yourself.” Nathan stated.
“I’m not g-ay. And you know what, talking to you guys about this shit was a very bad idea.” I growled in anger. “Forget I ever said anything.”
“Gwen?” They called out but I’d already hung up the video call, shutting my laptop close.
I hate feeling this way.
Darn it!
I need to clear my head off. I need my own damn space.
And I think I know just what to do. I snatched the keys of my motorbike and walked out of the room.
~With only one aim in mind.
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?Brenden’s pov?
“You despicable piece of trash!” Dad angry voice echoed throu-ghthe house.
Mom stood at the corner of the large living room, watching us in tears and as for Alexis, she wasn’t back home yet _I was grateful for that. I don’t want her to come home and witness this shit_
“Dad!” I called, warningly. “Simply because I refused to go throu-ghthe lane you’ve made for me doesn’t give you the right to insult me.” I challenged.
“Oh, really? You are my son! I am your father and I have every right to insult you!” He said.
Can he listen to himself talk?
What? He has every right to insult me because I’m his son?
What the hell does that even mean?
Just when I thought I could come back home and have a sound sleep, this man I was unfortunate to have as a father made it his goal to torture my life.
How can you just decide to choose your child’s life?
It’s stupid and pointless!
He doesn’t even care or love me so why does him want me to take over his stupid politics?
I’m useless after all… I’m trash… I’m an unfortunate son,,, so what’s exactly was his deal?
“Was that what your father also said to you?” I asked him.
“What?”
“I mean, you must have heard that word for someone…tell me who it was, your father?”
“How dare you…!?” Before I could retaliate, his knuckles have already made contact with my right cheek.
“ERIC!” My mother couldn’t hold herself any longer.
*Come here, you trash!* One hit. Two hit. Three hit. Four hit. Five hit…the hit kept going on and on…it was just a memory. My past. Something that happened to me when I was six years and it still feels like yesterday.
The pain…the scars…they were still there.
“Stay out of this, Dorcas.” He said to her, glaring ha-rd at me.
“Enough! You can’t keep hurting my son like this. What wrong has he done to you, huh?”
“I need to discipline this rebellious son of yours!” He punched me again right after he said that.
I wanted to fight back.
The scared six years old boy that was locked in a suffocating box was gone…but still, I couldn’t fight back.
I just couldn’t.
“Brenden, leave us.” Mom said to me.
I quietly did as I was told.
But I didn’t go to my room…I wanted an escape. I need to my clear my head. I need my own Fuc-king space.
And I think I know just what to do. I snatched the key of my car and walked out of the house.
~With only one aim in mind.
But just as I walked out of the house, Alexis was standing right in front of me, smiling.
“Hey, bro. What’s up!?” She clearly wasn’t aware of what happened just few moments ago in the house.
It’s best that way.
“I’m going for a ride.” I said.
“Oh. What’s wrong with your face? Did you get into a fight with someone? Wait don’t tell me Gwen has something to do with this.” She ran her fingers over my bruised li-ps and cheek.
“Just the guys. I got into a messy fight with them but it’s all cool now.” I forced out a chuckles. “You should go inside.”
“Hmm. Um, do you want me to tag along just in case you might need company?” She asked, still smiling.
“Nah, I will be fine.”
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?Alexis’s pov?
~Will he?
Will he ever be fine?
Will everything ever be okay?
Will I ever stop seeing bruises on my brother’s face caused by his own father?
I lied. Or should I say I pretended…?
I don’t know but I still did.
Brenden hates when I see him fighting with father. He hates seeing me in pain but in reality, he was the one in pain.
I didn’t want him to feel bad about anything so I acted to be clueless… I’ve always done that since I started noticing his bruise face _and that was when we were just kids_
I quietly watch him walk away…it hurts seeing him this goddamn way.
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?Gwen’s pov?
This was amazing.
Going on a ride like this was Fuc-king amazing and relieving.
It helps me forget shitty things like my unknown feelings for Cleo.
It helps me think about Boston.
I drove past the sto-res, malls, clubs, waters, parks of Brooklyn in a flash but I was still able to point out its beauty.
I have no destination in mind but just driving like this was relieving enough for me.
It was…..suddenly a white sport car drove in front of me, causing me to lose control. I tried taking back control but…
BAM!
Everything went blank.
****To Be Continued****
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I hope nothing bad have happen to Gwendolyn?.
Eric is so annoying and frustrating! How can he be this mean and heartless to his own son???
Question: If you were Gwen and you are having this kind of complicated feelings, what will you do? Be honest.