♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 39❣️
????Rowan’s pov????
“Bab…” She began but I quickly cut her off angrily.
“Did you bring me out here to ridicule me?” I almost yelled at the top of my voice. When she suddenly started ki-ssing me, leading me down here, I lost control of myself and the real reason to why I came here in the first place. I just wanted to satisfy her and make her happy.
But…
Little did I know that all the while she was imagining having se-x with Gwen and not me!
Like goddammit!
“Wait, did you imagine having se-x with Gwen?” I voiced out my thought, hoping to hear a negative reply from her but she stayed mute as if searching from within for an answer to that question.
I was scared of hearing a reply from her.
What if it turned out to be a positive reply?
What if Lexi was actually g-ay?
She opened her mouth to talk but I beat her to it.
“Lexi, do you love me?” Her eyes suddenly went wide as if I just told her I was pregnant for Brenden. No, I shouldn’t be curious about that right now. There is something more important for me to be curious about than that. “No, that shouldn’t be the question…Are you really g-ay?”
Her eyes were filled with unknown emotions and she started shaking her head, vigorously.
She moved away from me as she started fiddling with her fingers, looking at everywhere but my face.
Why does it feel like I already know the answer to that question?
I thought I’d finally succeeded in making her mo-an.
I thought our relationship have taken a wonderful turn and things were going accordingly.
I thought there will be no need for me to worry about anything.
I thought my girlfriend has finally learned to respond to my touch, ki-sses and se-x but oh boy was I so wrong.
Her name sli-pped out of her mouth so seductively and se-xually….if not because I was the one in here then I would have thought she was having se-x with Gwendolyn.
I was broken beyond repairs.
I was scared of the truth…the truth which was so clear, bold and undeniable.
Lexi wasn’t straight as she claimed, she was g-ay.
And the only way she could find true happiness was by admitting to it and accepting her se-xuality which of course might be difficult for her.
But then again, what about me?
Where do I stand if she decide to accept her se-xuality and go to Gwen?
Was I really ready to lose Alexis?
Truthfully, I never loved her or felt anything for her when I asked her out on a date and that’s because I only wanted to take revenge on her brother for stealing my girlfriend from me.
But as time went on,,, I grew so fond of her and the main purpose of asking her out varnish and all I could think of was her happiness.
I love Lexi more than I ever imagined.
And now…no way, I can’t lose her just like that. Never.
She looked so guilty and ashamed of herself.
“Lexi…” I began but she cut me off by raising her palm to my face, finally looking at me in the eyes.
“I…I should leave.” She choked out of her lungs, pushing the door open and came down from the car.
She slammed the door shut but didn’t make any move to walk away.
She leaned against the car, staring straight into the darkness.
I came down from the car as well and stood beside her, she didn’t even notice my presence.
What was she thinking about?
My question?
Or was she thinking about her se-xuality?
I couldn’t be right of my thoughts. Besides, it was just a prediction and nothing serious.
Lexi claimed to be straight, who knows maybe she’s actually straight and not g-ay.
Maybe I was only afraid of accepting my failure at pleasuring her and that was why I said those shit.
Maybe there’s no cause for me to be worried about losing Lexi to a fellow girl like herself.
After all, Gwen wasn’t g-ay….right????
“I’m sorry for asking that dumb question, babe. I should never have question your love for me.” I said, reaching out to hold her hand.
She didn’t pull away and neither did she respond to my touch.
She just stood still staring at nothing in particular.
“Babe…” I called out softly. “Alexis…” I tried again, calling her by her full name this time around.
She slowly looked over to me. “Do you…think I’m g-ay?”
I quickly shake my head. “Of course not. You are my girlfriend, remember?”
“But that doesn’t mean anything, Rowan. I mean, what if I’m truly g-ay?” She sighed. “How can I mo-an her name instead of yours? Why did I imagine your touch, your ki-sses, your magical fingers to be hers and responded to it?” She paused. “I’ve never felt this way before, Rowan. The feeling of plea-sure…the warmth…I can’t seem to take her face off my head. I’m scared.”
It’s official, Lexi is g-ay.
Like come on, isn’t it so obvious right now?
I pulled her into a warm hug, ki-ssing the top of her head.
“It’s alright, babe. You are straight, okay? You are Rowan’s girlfriend and no girlfriend of mine will turn out to be g-ay.” This was me giving support to my girlfriend.
This was me rea-ssuring myself that all would be fine and I wouldn’t lose Lexi to a girl.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to herself.
“Hmm.” She mumbled, placing a ki-ss on my chest.
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????Gwen’s pov????
Right in front of me was father’s parents, Cleo’s mother and two other people who seem to be in the same age with dad.
Father’s mother hurriedly came to stand beside me, bringing me into a embrace, smiling.
I was confuse with what was going on around right now.
One of the people that came with them was holding a very big cake while the other was holding a bottle of red wine.
Each and every one of them had a huge grin on their faces, making me more confuse.
Elena pulled away from the embrace and gestured her husband to come over and take his own share of an embrace from me.
I hate this shit right now.
He embraced me as well, also smiling.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked me warmly, patting my head gently.
I shrugged. “Fine.” I turned to look at father giving him the what_are_they_doing_here look.
He just shrugged not giving the answer that I needed.
“I’m so excited right now. My beautiful granddaughter is finally awake.” She smiled. “We brou-ght cake along to celebrate your success over death and departure.”
“Uh…” I don’t even know what to say to that.
“Is this really necessary, mom? You are making here uncomfortable for her.” Dad stated, trying to help me out of this mess.
She rolled her eyes at him. “You don’t understand, son. I almost lost my only granddaughter to death and I also almost lost her to her Mo…” She began but father cut her off immediately.
“Mom.” He grinded his teeth, giving her a look I can’t quite comprehend.
What was father hiding from me?
Who did they almost lost me to aside from death?
I wondered.
Cleo’s mother cleared her throat, making her way towards me. “How are you feeling now?”
I smiled. “I’m fine.”
I don’t understand why I felt more comfortable with her than with my father’s parents.
Maybe it’s because her life was just simple and perfect and theirs were just…um, difficult?
“Here, I got you homemade food.” She took out a flask from the bag she had brou-ght with her and handed it to me.
I gladly accepted it. “Thank you. I can’t just wait to eat the food. Gosh, you don’t know how much I missed your food.”
She laughed softly. “I know, darling.”
I raised an amused brow at her. “You do?”
“No food can be as great as mine, love.” She said confidently and winked.
I chuckled, opening the flask of food.
“Hm…yummy.” I complimented.
“After eating that, you can also eat the cake we got for you.” Elena stated, interrupting my peaceful moment with the delicious meal.
“Wait, you got that cake for just me?” I asked in surprise.
“Of course.” She nodded her head. “You are my grandchild, my baby…And we love you so much.”
*I am here for my child and not to get back with your son…* Those words rung in my head, making me whine in pain.
“Gwen, are you okay?” Everyone asked in unison, giving me a worried look. Especially dad.
“Princess, what is it?” Dad asked me again, holding my shoulder. “Do you not like the food?”
It wasn’t about the food but rather about the voices that kept playing in my head.
That voice definitely soumded like mother but when did that shit happen?
And who was she talking to?
I stared at Elena and kept wondering…was she the person mother was talking to?
Or was this memory fake and meant absolutely nothing?
“Do you not want the cake?” Elena asked calmly.
I remained quiet.
“Should we call in the doctor?” Her husband asked me…I silently shook my head.
“I think you guys should leave.” Dad said to them. “And you both,” He turned to the two people. “You can take the cake, we won’t be needing it.”
I stared at him wide eyes. “But it has already been paid for.”
“Son, that cake cost 5000 dollars.” Elena sighed.
“Well, you should have gotten her just cupcakes instead of that cake… I’m feeling sick merely staring at it.”
“Oh… cupcakes. I didn’t thought of that. I’m sorry, dear.” She patted my cheek.
I know I should have told them that the cake wasn’t the cause of my little tantrum but hey, this was an opportunity to take that shit out of my face.
But I feel so guilty right now. They had only got it for me to celebrate my victory over death for 5000 dollars. Damn, that was a whole lot of money.
Mom warned me against wasting money like this but I can’t practically eat that cake alone.
Or can I???
Wait a minute…I think I have an idea.
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“I can’t believe you are making me do this.” Arthur gro-aned, pulling me out of the ward.
“Your friend owe me, remember?” I smirked. “He should have been the one doing this shit instead of you. So blame him and not me.”
“Did you really call us here for this?” Davis asked, opening another ward for us to stroll in.
I was currently being pushed around on a wheelchair by Arthur.
I’ve been going from ward to ward, giving out a piece of cake to each of them as I wish them quick recovery _it was the only idea I could come up with instead of allowing them take back the cake and waste the money in the process_
I couldn’t think of anyone to call other than them. I thought of calling Brenden instead but I remember he wasn’t in town about of his father’s business trip.
And as for Cleo? She didn’t pick up my call. Neither did Alex.
I wonder what’s going on with the both of them.
I handed the cake to an elderly woman and wished her a quick recovery…she smiled, accepting my little offering from me.
“Thank you, sweet child but I don’t think your wish is necessary.”
“What do you mean?” I asked confusedly.
She took a bite from the cake and mo-an-ed to the sweetness of it before saying, “There’s no recovery for me.”
I was short of words.
There was no recovery for her…what does she mean by that?
Was she going to die soon?
How long have she been in the hospital?
Does she have an incurable disease?
Those questions kept playing in my head but I just couldn’t spill out a damn word.
“Why do you say that?” Davis was the one bold enough to ask that question.
She smiled. “Listen, I’ve been in this hospital for fifteen years.” The three of us eyes popped out at that revelation.
Fifteen years!?
Fuc-k it. How the hell did she survive the torture of staying in the hospital for that long?
I’ve only stayed for three weeks and I’m already dying to get my as-sout of this shithole.
She laughed calmly at our facial expressions, taking another large bite from the cake. “Hmm… it’s been a long while I had something as sweet as this.”
“Why have you been in the hospital for that long?” Arthur questioned, still holding on to my wheelchair.
She was hesitant for a while as if contemplating whether or not she should say a word to us but she finally gave in.
“I have cancer.”
“CANCER!?” Arthur, Davis and I said in sync, bulging our eyes out of its socket.
She laughed again, shaking her head at us. “Hey, it’s just a word.”
“It’s a huge word.” Davis mumbled under his breath. “I’ve only heard about the sickness but I’ve never seen one that had it until now.”
“Then it’s a honour…um, what’s your name?”
“Davis.” He stated.
“And you?” She turned her gaze to Arthur.
“Arthur.” He replied.
Then finally her gaze came to me and reached out to hold my head. “What about you, wonderful child?”
“Gwendolyn.” I answered.
She examined me from head to toe. “You just be a tomboy.”
“How….how do you know?” I asked her.
“It’s very obvious. I mean, look at what you are wearing. The hospital wear made for men instead of a gown meant for the ladies.” She pointed out.
“Ah…” She got a point there.
She took the last bite of the cake. “It’s very delicious but aside from wishing me quick recovery, what else is the cake meant for?”
“A celebration for victory over death… according to my father’s mother.” I mentally rolled my eyes over that woman’s face.
“She don’t seem to like her.” The woman stated out the obvious.
I shrugged. “I don’t know her well enough. I’m just getting to know her.”
“Oh. I see…” She nods her head. “Well I hope you get to know her well enough before it’s too late.”
I smiled. “Hmm.”
“Anyway, thanks for the cake, sweet child and congratulations on victory over death.”
“Why are you calling me sweet child? I mean, you already know my name.”
“You brou-ght sweetness into my life, taking my mind off the bitterness I’ve been facing. I might not have needed your quick recovery wishes but I really needed the sweetness and your company and that’s the best wishes I’ve received so far. So you see, that’s the reason why I call you sweet child.” She stared in between Arthur and Davis and smiled. “Thank you.”
They just nodded, smiling as well.
“We should get going now…” I said to her.
“Of course. I’ve held you guys for too long.” She laid on her bed, still staring at us.
Arthur turned my wheel chair around but I stopped him, asking him to take me closer to the woman. He did just that without letting out any complaint.
I collected another piece of cake from Davis and handed it to her.
“Another one?” She chuckles, collecting it.
“It was nice meeting you, Mrs…”
“Walter.” She responded. “It was nice meeting you as well, sweet child and you two.” She said to Arthur and Davis.
“We too, Mrs Walter.” They both said to her.
“Goodbye…” She whispered to us just as we strolled out of the ward, shutting the door close from behind.
“I can’t believe she’d stayed in the hospital for that long.” Davis stated as we walked down the hallway to another ward.
Few more wards to go before the cake finishes.
“I can’t imagine myself staying here for that long.” I mumbled under my breath.
“I know right! It’s like a living nightmare!” Arthur agreed, cringing at his own words. “But she has no choice. Just like you.”
I raised my head up to look at him. “What?”
“You hate hospital but you stayed here for almost a month.” He shrugged.
“If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have.” I said, straightening myself up on the wheelchair.
“Exactly my point.”
“She’s…”
“You wretch!” The clattering of glas-sdisrupted our little conversation just as we were about to knock against a room door.
The three of us exchanged glances, wondering what was going on in there.
“Babe, calm down.” A petite feminine voice pleaded from inside.
“Calm down?” He scoffed. “Women are just so disgusting and shameless! Don’t you have any shame, huh? How can you go over to her house and make a fool out of yourself?”
“I was only trying to scare her away from you. You were cheating on me with her, what else was I suppose to do?”
What the hell?
Now this wasn’t what I imagined to hear or see at my second day of survival…
****To Be Continued****