♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️ Episode 25 ❣️
?Alexis’s pov?
I couldn’t take this anymore.
I can’t keep acting clueless about this whole situation.
I can’t let dad treat Brenden as if he was a trash from a trash bin.
Brenden was his son for pete sake, so why exactly does he hate him?
No matter how ha-rd I try to reason things from my father’s perspective over his hatred for Brenden, I still can’t figure it out.
It’s all strange, confusing and most importantly, annoying.
He has always hurt Brenden right from his (Brenden) childhood and honestly, it’s getting out of hand.
What did Brenden do to him to deserve all this ill treatment from him?
What did he do that father made it his goal to frustrate his life like this?
Even mom doesn’t know what else to do or so,,, she was as confuse as we the kids are.
Or did she have an affair out while she was pregnant with Brenden?
Nah, mom would never do a thing as crazy and foolish as that.
Whatever answer we are looking for lies with father.
I dropped my schoolbag on the bed and walked out of my room, not even bothering to take a bath or at least take off my shoes.
I went straight to dad’s study office and barged in without even knocking _Fuc-k it_
Dad was typing away in his laptop when I walked in. He slowly looked up from his laptop to my face.
I had a de-ep frown on my face…well, I was pissed right now.
He quietly stood up to his feet and approached me while stuffing his hands into his pan-ts pocket.
“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, raising a brow at me.
“We need to talk, father.” I said with so much confident and authority.
He seem to be taken aback a little. “Well, talking to me doesn’t stop you from knocking before coming in, child.”
“It’s important. And I couldn’t think of anything else than to get to you as soon as possible.” I stated.
He hesitate for a while before shrugging. “What is it you want to talk to me about? Wait, do you need money?”
“No. I…”
“You need a new car?” He asked again, interrupting me.
“No. I…”
“You need…”
“DAD!” It was my turn to interrupt him now. “Just listen to me, okay?”
“Oh, okay. Sorry. What is it?” He smiled.
“Why did you do it?” I asked him now, clenching my fist.
He looked confused _well, that’s if he wasn’t pretending _ “What are you talking about?”
“Why did you hit Brenden? What did he do to deserve such ill treatment from you!?” I couldn’t help it as a tear rolled down my face.
“Was that what he told you?” He questioned.
“No. But I saw…I heard every goddamn thing! Why do you hate him so much?” I asked. “He didn’t bring in his report card so why exactly did you hit him?”
He couldn’t say anything.
~Why?
109 times, I’ve asked myself that one simple question upon father’s hatred towards Brenden,,, I couldn’t find a suitable answer for it.
And father…? I don’t think he has an answer for the question either.
Or maybe he was as confuse as everyone.
“Lex…”
I cut him off. “You don’t even know why you hate him, do you?”
“I told you to stop worrying about what goes on between your brother and I. I told you to just focus on yourself and forget about everything.”
“Stop worrying? I should focus on myself?” I scoffed. “Brenden is my brother! How can you tell me not to worry about him? How can you not worry about him?” I was very pissed.
I’m trying everything within myself not to punch this a-sshole right in his guts.
How can a father be this mean and heartless over his own son?
How can a father say things as hurtful and meanful about his own son?
Sometimes I ask myself if Brenden was really father’s son… I’m yet to figure out an answer to that as well.
“Lexi…” He took a step forward towards me but I stepped back from him. “I’m doing all this for Brenden, trust me.”
“Trust you? You scare me, father? Sometimes I think of you as a psychopath.” With that being said, I walked out of the office.
Just as I walked out, mom was standing in front of me, looking very sad and lonely.
~It was all dad’s fault.
I walked past her, without even saying a word to her.
Hey, don’t give me that look… I have absolutely nothing to say to her.
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?Narrator’s pov?
Dorcas went inside the study office and walked straight to her husband.
Eric huffed, “come on, yell at me for trying to discipline my…” He wasn’t able to finish the statement when Dorcas landed a very hot slap across his face.
He gasped in surprise, placing his palm over the red cheek.
“How does it feels, Eric?” She questioned. “Nice?”
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?” Eric yelled at the top of his voice, boiling with rage.
Dorcas felt nothing…she wasn’t intimidated by the way he looks right now.
If anything she felt more powerful for making him this way.
Years…he tortured her son.
He made her son feel like crap.
She knows how hard, how much she tried to talk sense into his head but no, he wouldn’t just listen.
He just doesn’t care.
For pete sake, why does he hate his own Fuc-king son!?
It was confusing, complicated, and a mystery.
She sure as hell knows he doesn’t have an answer to that one simple question _why?_
But yet he kept torturing her son.
The child she carried in her womb for nine months…how dare him?
“I guess not.” She glared.
“Why did you slap me, Dorcas?” He asked throu-ghgritted teeth, clenching his fist in anger.
“Why did I slap you?” She scoffed. “Why did you hit my son!?” She fired the question back at him. “I don’t get it, Eric. What have Brenden ever do to you to deserve this hatred from you?”
He smirked. “Your son…” He started laughing, making Dorcas very confuse. “You are right there, he is your son.” He walked over to the bar at the end of the office and grabbed a bottle of martini, he poured himself a shot and chug-ged down the whole content, still laughing like a psychopath.
Dorcas brows knitted in pure confusion. “What are you saying?”
“What am I saying?” He repeated, grinning. “Nothing. I’m just repeating what you said, wifey.”
Dorcas took a step towards him. “Eric, what are you talking about? What are you laughing about?”
Silence!
Silence!
“You almost got me there, dear.” He poured himself another shot of martini. “Your son and our daughter see me as the bad person, but what about you? Are you really what you portray?”
“I’m not getting your point, Eric. What do you mean by ‘your son?’” She asked, air quoting the word, your son. “He is your son too.”
“Is he?” He growled, taking a menacing step towards Dorcas.
“What…” Dorcas backed away from him, gulping hard. “What…are…you….saying?”
“STOP ASKING ME THAT QUESTION!” He smashed the gla-ss-shot against the wall, breaking it into million pieces. “If you want to know why I’m acting this way towards your son…” He grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to himself, glaring ha-rd at her. “Then ask yourself, wifey.”
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?Brenden’s pov?
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
The door was suddenly pushed open even without waiting for a reply from me.
Lexi walked inside my room with a grin on her face as she held a bowl of cereals _Ah, the usual_
She approached me on the bed and sat down beside me, dropping the plate in front of me.
“Care for some cereals?” She winked. handing a spoon over to me.
I laughed, collecting the spoon from her. “You know, you really need to stop this little ritual of yours. You can’t always bring me cereals whenever I don’t come down for dinner.”
“Well, you weren’t just the only one who didn’t come down for dinner,” She shrugged. “In fact, there was no dinner.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I guess mom and dad got into a fight…but in other words, neither of them was present.”
“Fuc-k, this is all my fault.” I ran my fingers throu-ghmy hair, frowning.
Lexi reached out to my hand and held it in between hers. “No. It wasn’t your fault, Brenden. It’s all daddy’s fault.” She said, glaring straight at the door as if he was standing over there.
“Uh…he isn’t there.” I pointed out.
“I know. But I can imagine his face right now and I can’t just stop myself from glaring.”
We both laughed over that silly joke.
I took a spoon of cereals and shoved it inside my mouth, smiling.
“Tasty.” I commented, chewing at it.
“I know right! I made it myself.” She bluffed.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s just cereals, Lexi. Even a five years old can make it.”
“But not as tasty as mine.” She challenged.
“Of course, baby sis.” I said sarcastically, shaking my head at her. “Oh, do you care for some cereals?” I handed the one spoon she brou-ght over to her. “I told you to always bring two spoons if you also want to eat.”
She giggled, snatching the spoon from me. “There’s no harm in sharing, big bro.”
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We both laid on the floor, staring up at the ceilings.
The empty plate was dump at the corner of the room.
The hip hop music filled the room, making the environment more cozy and nice.
I love listening to music, actually…it helps block out negative thoughts, it helps keep my heart, mind and head at ease.
In other words,,, music was my saving grace.
“Where did you drove to this time around? I’m even surprise you returned back home.” Lexi suddenly asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Around the city?” I shrugged.
“I should have accompanied you, you know.” She stated.
I nod. “I know but it wouldn’t have been necessary.”
“You had se-x, didn’t you?” She questioned, giving me a suspicious look.
“Do you really want to hear about my se-x life now, baby sis?” I raised a questioning brow at her.
She laughed softly. “No. But, did you?” She turned to look at me. “I know you, Brenden. Whenever you go out on a night drive, you don’t return back home and that’s because you are busy in a hotel….Fuc-king a random whore.”
~She was right. But this time around she was wrong.
I met someone else instead…someone I’m glad I met.
We might have fought all throu-ghthe night after I went ahead to ruin the moment, but still, I was glad.
It was better to be stuck with her…arguing unnecessarily, than to be “Fuc-king some random whore” just as Lexi had described them to be.
I didn’t share my problems with her or gave her a reasonable reason to why I left home but she helped me…She made me forget…she made me happy even without knowing.
“I actually met that friend of yours.” I said, smiling.
“Pearl?”
“Who is that?” I asked with my face scrunched.
Lexi let out a frustrated sigh. “That’s the name of one of my friends, idiot.”
“Oh. Well, it’s not her.”
“Kathy?”
“I guess that’s the name of one of your friends as well but I’m sure it isn’t her.” I said.
“How would you even know when you don’t even recognize their names?” She huffed.
“Uhm…I can’t remember her name but I do remember the nickname I made for her, Barbie.” I grinned.
“Okay, was that suppose to help because trust me, it didn’t.”
“Uh…what about tomboy?” I asked again.
Lexi stayed quiet for a while before saying, “Gwendolyn?”
Now that’s the name…Gwendolyn…
“Yeah. I can recognize the name. It definitely her.”
She knitted her brows. “You can? But you su-ckat remembering people’s name unless you care about them.”
“No. I don’t remember people’s name because I…just don’t want to.” I defended.
“But now you want to remember hers?” She questioned.
She was acting very strange and I don’t like it.
Was it bad if I remember that tomboy’s name?
Why does Lexi even care about that?
What the hell was I missing?
“Is that a problem?” I quietly asked.
She hesitate for a while before shrugging. “No. Of course not. In fact it’s a good thing you want to remember her name. It’s not like I care or anything.” She laughed nervously, making herself more suspicious.
“O…Kay?” I didn’t want to prolong to the topic and neither does she,,, so I let it be.
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?Cleo’s pov?
“Gwen?” I knocked quietly on her door but no one answered. “Gwendolyn?” I knocked again. Still no answer.
She was definitely back from whatever drive she went for but she hasn’t come out of her room since she returned.
I was worried.
Mom was likewise worried, and that’s one reason why she asked me to come up and check up on her.
But apparently Gwen wasn’t getting the door.
I knocked for ten more times, no answer.
Was she still mad at me?
Like come on, if there’s anyone to still be mad at the other,,, shouldn’t it be me?
She Fuc-king insulted me and made me look stupid but still I was ready to let go and act like nothing ever happened.
I was ready to apologize about my own wrong part but she on the other…she just doesn’t care.
*You both look so adorable.*
*She’s not my girlfriend.* I could see the bitterness in her eyes when she said those words. *I’m not g-ay.*
~Ouch!
That Fuc-king hurts.
I sighed and turned to leave when I heard a soft gro-an from inside her room.
What’s wrong?
Was she okay?
“Gwen, are you okay?” I pounded on the door, continually. I was damn worried about her.
“I…” Her voice came out huskily. I couldn’t even make out what she was saying?
I tried opening the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“GWEN! GWEN!”
I heard the door unlocking, slowly she opened it, staring at me like I was crazy.
I stared at her from head to toe…she looks okay.
But her eyes says otherwise.
No, she hasn’t be crying but it looks like she has been in pain.
“Why were you knocking like that?” She asked me, stepping away from the door so I could come in.
I walked in and shut the door close behind us.
“Are you alright?” I asked her.
“I’m Gwendolyn, I’m always okay.” She said, running her fingers throu-ghher hair.
I stepped closer towards her. “You don’t look so good, Gwen.”
She scoffed. “I…I am okay.”
“You scared me…..Fuc-k.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, engulfing her into a warm embrace, surprising both her and myself.
****To Be Continued****