♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️ Episode 24❣️
?Narrator’s pov?
#Past
“Where is that unfortunate son!” Eric voice filled the room as he searched around.
The little boy placed his palm over his li-ps, trying to muffle his breathing as he hid inside the box, afraid of getting caught by his father.
Eric kept searching around with no aim of giving up.
He sighted the medium black box and approached it quietly _he couldn’t find his son around which only meant that the boy was hiding in a place he thought he wouldn’t suspect_
“Where are you son?” He chuckles darkly, taking off his belt.
There was no answer but he could hear the little child’s quiet sobs, which confirms his (Eric) suspicion.
He finally got to the box and tapped his fingers on it, smirking.
“You think you could get away from me?” The child abruptly pealed the box open and tried getting out but his father had other plans.
Eric pulled him right back into the box and shut it close, locking it up.
“You brou-ght this upon yourself. How dare you try to hide away from me, huh?” He asked angrily.
“Dad, please get me out of here!” The boy kept pleading, pounding his fist on the box.
“I told you never to come home with a second position, didn’t I? But what did you do, you got the third position in cla-ss.” His father sounded very furious.
“I’m sorry. I promise to do my best…please get me out of here. it’s scary and dark!” The child cried.
“Is it?” Eric laughed. “You should have thought about this before going to hide in there!”
“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry.”
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#Present
?Brenden’s pov?
It Fuc-king hurts.
I hate that I can’t fight back. I hate that I don’t want to fight back.
My life have never been the funniest neither have it been the happiest…my life just su-cks!
And it’s all because of him!
He hated me, he despised me for some reason I’m yet to figure out.
I know I wasn’t really smart as a kid but I’ve changed,,, I want to be a good son to my father but the more I tried, the more his hatred grows for me.
It was pointless trying to please someone that doesn’t care.
It was pointless trying to make sense out of something stupid.
Mom doesn’t know why father hates me as well but at least she was trying to make sense out of him.
~Why?
523 times, that’s how much I’ve asked him that one simple question but he never for once answer the question.
Maybe it’s because he has no answer for it.
Maybe it’s because his hatred for me has no explanation.
Or maybe he’s treating me exactly how his father had treated him _I might not know a lot about my father but one thing I know was, he was never in good terms with his own father_
I stepped on the accelerator pedal, going beyond the regular speed, when suddenly a black motorbike drove in front of me, causing me to lose control.
Shit!
As much as I hate my father, I still do not want to die. Not yet.
BAM!
The motorbike crashed.
I stepped on the brake pedal, bringing my car to a stop, I was breathing heavily as if I have been climbing the most tallest mountain in the universe…well, I just escaped death.
I took off my seatbelt and got out of the car. I approached the driver of the motorbike, he was lying on the floor with his hair fallen over his face _obstructing me from pointing out his face_
Wait a minute, how can a guy’s hair be this long?
“Hey, are you okay?” I called out, poking his back gently.
A soft gro-an came from him as he shifted away from me.
“Hey.” I called out again.
“What the hell?” That voice…why does it sound so familiar? Why does it sound like ‘hers?’
Was I imagining things? Even if i was, why the hell was I imagining things that have to do with her?
Crazy, right? Yeah, I know.
He sat upright, brushing his hair off his face…Lo and behold, it was her!
Fuc-k shit!
I wasn’t imagining things, she was truly here.
What the hell?
Her gaze slowly darted to her motorbike. She stood up to her feet and moved closer to it.
She looked so pissed right now.
~Anyway it wasn’t my fault that this happened. She was careless enough to suddenly popped out of nowhere in front of my little baby.
“Um, you should have been more careful.” I said, stuffing my hands into my pan-ts pocket.
She stood the bike up and examined it as if trying to spot out any crash.
There was a crash. Just a tiny…okay, it wasn’t tiny.
But it wasn’t a problem. She just have to repaint it and everything will be fine.
“So it’s my fault?” She asked without looking at me.
I shrugged. “Well, it clearly wasn’t mine.”
“You little piece of shit!” She turned around now. As soon as her eyes rested on me, her brows knitted in confusion…or should I say anger. “You!”
“Hey, calm down. I…” She has already grabbed me by the collar, bringing me closer to herself.
“How dare you!?”
“Calm down, okay? You almost got me into an accident too.” I said, trying to make sense out of the situation.
“Then you should have just gotten into the accident! How dare you hurt my baby and still blame me for it?”
“I…I didn’t blame you for anything. I was only trying to defend myself.”
“Defend yourself?” She scoffed. “Fuc-k you and that defense! Why? Why do you keep popping out in front of me? Why do I have to always see you wherever I go, huh?” Her eyes were glossy…Wait, was she going to cry because of the crash on her bike?
“I will pay for the repainting, okay?” I said as I tried pulling away from her but she wouldn’t budge. “What else do you want me to do?”
“Apologize.” She stated, narrowing her eyes at me.
Silence!
Silence!
Silence!
“I apologize.” I mumbled under my breath.
“No. Say the word.” She growled.
“What word?”
“Say you are sorry!” She yelled at the top of her voice, tightening her hold on my collar.
Sorry?
I’ve never said that word after that day…
That day which still feels like yesterday.
The day I will never forget.
“I can’t.” I said.
She balled her fist and was going to hit me but she stopped few miles away from my face. And that was when I noticed the bleeding on her knuckles.
Why wasn’t she wearing a hand glove?
Fuc-k, she was injured and instead of her to be worried about that, she was rather worried about her bike. Tsk!
“This is pointless.” She let go of my collar and stepped away from me. “You are already injured so what’s the point of hitting you again.” She shrugged.
“I will pay…” I began but she cuts me off.
“Don’t.” She turned to leave but for some unknown reason I stopped her.
“You are wounded…let me help you.”
Damn, when did I start saying cheesy lines like this?
“You are also wounded…but I don’t want to help you.” She fired back, rolling her eyes.
“Fair enough. I caused yours but you didn’t cause mine.”
~Are you sick, Brenden? Or wait, is this really Brenden?~ Even my subconsciousness was surprise about my caring attitude.
I also was.
She opened her mouth to talk but no words left her li-ps…she was also surprise.
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?Cleo’s pov?
“Hey mom.” I ki-ssed her on her cheeks, smiling.
“You are late. Why didn’t you come home with Gwen?” She asked me.
“I was busy with a friend. I’m sorry for coming home late.” I apologized.
Mom examined me for a while before saying. “You look so excited, what happened in school today?”
I giggled. “I thought you will never ask. I’ve made friends with her, mom!”
“What?”
“The girl I have huge crush on. We even exchanged number!” I squealed.
Mom smiled. “That’s…good. You must be very happy about that.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Hey, language woman.” She scowled at me.
“I’m sorry.” I said sheepishly. I looked around. “Everywhere is quiet, where is Mr James?”
“He isn’t back from work yet. He would be returning home late.” Mom explained.
“And Gwen?” I questioned, staring up at the stairs.
I need to apologize to her for being such a jerk.
I should have said those mean words to her.
Gosh, I hate myself for saying those things to her and I’m also hurt from the words she said to me but I’m sure she doesn’t mean any of them.
Maybe I pushed her to the wall and she just couldn’t control herself than to lash out at me.
One thing I came to realize about Gwen was her temper,,, she was quick to get upset.
But most importantly, she was kind in heart and has a very beautiful soul.
I don’t want to lose a friend like her. Never.
“Oh, she went out for a ride. She looked quite pissed about something.” Mom sighed. “Did something happened in school?”
Yes. Something did happen…we fought.
“Everything is fine. Maybe she just misses home and needed to clear her head.” I shrugged, feeling guilty.
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?Gwen’s pov?
“Here,” He tossed the antiseptic cream at me and sat down beside me, dropping two cans of soda drinks between us. “Help yourself.”
I rolled my eyes as I uncap the cream and pressed some into my wound, hissing in pain.
I didn’t even know I was injured until he pointed it out.
To be honest, this was surprising and confusing…How can Brenden be this caring?
Since I’ve known him, he has never acted this goddamn way towards me.
This was all crazy and new…and annoying.
After I had applied the cream over the wound, Brenden snatched my hand from me and paste a plaster on it.
“You didn’t help apply the cream but you helped applying the plaster, should I be grateful?” I said sarcastically, snatching my hand back away from him.
“I hate touching or even smelling creams like this.” He cringed.
“No one loves the smell.” I said, collecting one can of soda drink. “Here, you need to apply it on your face as well.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You must have angered someone to earn that punch from him…or her.” I smirked, taking a sip of soda drink.
“Maybe.” He said in a low voice. “Or maybe not.”
“I will go with the maybe.”
He laughed. “Suit yourself, man.” A silent fell between us until he spoke up again. “Do you normally go around driving at night?”
I hesitate before shaking my head. “It depends. I love going for a night drive whenever I’m upset, happy…or in need of my own space or when I want to clear my head.”
He nods. “I can relate. I’m like that too.” He sighed, taking a swig of his drink. “So what do you want to clear your head from…your relationship issues?”
“I’m not in a relationship.”
“But your girl…”
“Complete that word and I promise to add to your bruises.” I threatened.
“Oh, you said she isn’t your girlfriend…I forgot.” He said dramatically, smirking.
Silence!
Silence!
Silence!
“What’s your problem? Or do you normally drive at night?” I fired back the question, raising a questioning brow at him. It was my turn to smirk now.
“I’m just like you.”
“You are not.”
He laughs. “I mean, I’m just like you when it comes to going for a drive at night. It’s either I want to clear my head or I need my own personal space from others.”
“Oh, quite understandable.” We both took a swig of our drinks at the same time.
As much as I hate to admit, I’m glad to have met Brenden…I really needed a friend. Someone I could talk to and just forget about my problems.
I never imagined that someone to be Brenden but it was still him.
“But just so to be clear…you are not g-ay? Because trust me, you look like one.”
And just like that, he ruined the mood…why wasn’t I surprise?…oh, maybe because he was born with stupidity.
“Is being stupid a profession or are you just gifted?” I scowled at him.
“Come on, I was only kidding, Barbie…ow!” As soon as he said the last word, my palm made contact with the back of his head.
Idiot.
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?Narrator’s pov?
Eric was busy with his laptop, typing away when someone suddenly barged into his study office without even knocking.
He looked up from his laptop to see his daughter, standing in front of him with a de-ep frown on her face.
Eric quietly stood up to his feet and approached her while stuffing his hands into his pan-ts pocket.
“What’s going on?” He asked quietly, raising his brow at her.
“We need to talk, father.” She said with so much authority and confident.
****To Be Continued****