♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 42❣️
????Brenden’s pov????
I quickly arranged my bags, got dressed and rushed downstairs.
A huge grin was plastered on my face as I came down to the living room.
The thought of going back home was making me so happy and…I don’t know even know what else to say?
I miss home like crazy.
I miss mother…I miss my little pumpkin, Lexi…I miss my two annoying best friends…I miss school life…and funny enough I miss ‘her’ as well.
I’m so glad that she had finally woken out of coma. Fuc-k, the thought of losing her was very scary.
We might not be friends but hey, we aren’t enemies either but if by chance she had died,,, I would never have forgiven myself.
The guilt would definitely eat me up until I die… Probably.
And who knows, maybe dad’s thought about me will be confirmed right.
Gwendolyn….she has such a beautiful and unique name. I can’t believe I still remember her name.
Like come on, I su-ckat remembering people’s name unless those who are much more closer to me and I care about.
Gwen wasn’t close to me and neither do I care about her. So how I got to remember her name was still like a mystery to me.
Honestly, I’m very happy to know that she’s alive.
God, I can’t just wait to get back home to Brooklyn.
Just as I was thinking about home, dad’s secretary walked out of dad’s office, giving me a sad look as she took in my facial bruises.
She knew about the conflict between dad and I. She knew about the fight that conspired between us earlier today.
_And Fuc-k it, she pitied me.
Do I look that pitiful? Or what?
“How are you doing today?” She asked me calmly, stretching her li-ps for a smile.
I rolled my eyes, stuffing my hands into my pan-ts pocket. “I’ve received a lot of good news to feel bad today, Miss.”
She laughed. “Kiara.” She stated. I raised a confuse brow at her. “My name. You keep calling me miss no matter how much I tell you my name.”
Tsk, well you are less important for me to remember your name, Miss.
I shrugged. “Miss is much more preferable to me, I guess.”
“Well, you can just suit yourself then.” She looks down at my packed bag and raised her head up to look at me. “What’s that for?”
“We are going back to Brooklyn tonight. Dad informed me, right?” Why does it feel like plans have changed? Why does it feel like whatever she was going to say will shatter me into million pieces? Why does it feel like home that have been staring up close earlier have moved back farther away from my sight?
Why does it feel like I will be stuck here again with father?
“Wait, your father didn’t tell you?” She questioned.
“Tell me what?” I asked her, my blood were already boiling.
“The flight was cancelled.” And now, that did it.
What?
Cancelled?
Why?
What happened?
Wait, does this mean I would be going back home like I’d thought?
I know I shouldn’t be surprise being the fact that I had suspected this right from the moment I saw the look on her face but still!
Was that man not yet done in frustrating the light of me?
Have he not punished me enough?
Is it until I drop dead he’s going to be happy or what?
I stumbled back but didn’t fall neither did I break down. In fact it felt like I didn’t care but de-ep down, I cared.
I was so mad and sad.
Mad at that lunatic that calls himself my father and sad about not going back home.
Like dammit!
“Why?” I whispered, not looking at her.
“There’s an important meeting your dad need to attend to before leaving back home, Brenden. I thought you already knew.”
“He didn’t say anything about such meeting to me, Miss.” I growled which made her flinch a little. “I…you know what, I will like to go to him and get some explanation from him.” I walked past her but she caught hold of my hand, stopping me.
“You can’t go in there.” She stated, still holding my hand.
I aggressively pulled my hand from her grasp, glaring at her. “Why not?”
“He might hit you again like usual, Brenden. I know you are very mad right now but I don’t think going to him will change anything.” Her eyes were almost pleading.
She was right and I hate that fact!
Why can’t I for once stand up for myself and challenge that beast?
Why can’t I just fight back and break free from that past painful memory?
Why do I act like a Fuc-king weakling!?
“How long are we going to stay here for?” I asked in defeat.
“Three to four days.” She responded.
That’s a whole lot of days….this is bullshit!
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It’s already been two long days and I haven’t set eyes on either father nor Miss.
To be honest, I’m glad about that.
I was stuck inside this room doing useless stuffs like playing video games, eating, sleeping, chatting or reading.
Arthur and Davis were hardly online this days while Lexi haven’t been online for God knows how long!
I tired calling her line but it was unreachable. I had to call mom who told me that Lexi was hardly home this days.
I was quite very worried but I’m sure she’s fine because Arthur and Davis kept me updated whenever I was lucky to see them online.
I hate boredom and that’s because it makes everywhere seem suffocating…it reminds me of my past when I was inside that small black box that was barely enough to contain me.
I can’t take that memory off my head. Never.
Mom doesn’t even know about that day. I kept it away from her because I don’t want to worry her or hurt her about my Fuc-king problems.
Currently, I hate riding an elevator alone with no one…I hate being locked up in a room… let’s just say, I hate being alone.
I got out of bed and walked out of the room, going downstairs to be met with Miss talking to the driver.
As soon as I reached the last step, her gaze came upon me.
She said something to the driver who just nodded his head and walked away without sparing me a glance.
I ignored her and went inside the kitchen with her tailing behind me.
I grabbed a pack of yogurt from the fridge and a glas-scup.
I dropped it down on the countertop and poured myself some yogurt.
“Hi!” She greeted after a moment of awkward silence.
“Hi.” I replied her, taking a gulp from the glas-scup. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be around your boss helping him with the stupid meeting?” I co-cked a brow at her.
She laughed. “Stupid meeting, huh?” She raised a brow at me, amusingly. “Well, he gave me a day off because he wants me to hang out with you.”
“What?”
“Surprising, right?” She smiled. “He said you might be boring being alone all.by yourself so he gave me a day off. I’m at your service, sir.” She playfully bowed her head as if I were royalty.
That’s not possible.
Dad doesn’t care about me…he hates me. So what’s this sudden care I perceive?
Why did he give Miss a day off just to hang out with me?
What’s going on?
Is this some kind of a set up or was she lying just to make dad seem like a good man?
I chug-ged down the whole yogurt in the glas-sand returned the pack back inside the fridge while I rinse the cup and placed back properly before walking out of the kitchen.
“So, do you want to do ‘anything’ with me?” She asked, coming to walk beside me.
Anything…now that doesn’t sound like anything but one thing I haven’t quite done since I got here or should I say, since I met‘Her’
To be honest, I was craving s€x but doing it with my dad’s secretary was out of the lane and I sure as hell wouldn’t do it with her even though she was giving out herself to me cheaply.
Well what can I say, women are bond to be cheap lose things..
~No offence, Gwen~ I’m only stating facts here.
We both walked inside my room, and shut the door close behind us.
“I can’t remember inviting you in here, Miss.” I said, staring at her with no emotions in my face.
“Hey come on, I know you want me as much as I want you,” She came up to me, placing her palm over my chest. “We both want each other.” She was going to touch my hair but I quickly swatted her hand away.
“Don’t.” I hate it when random girls touch my hair. You can touch every part of my body but definitely not my hair.
“Oh sorry. So Brenden…what do you say about my invitation?”
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I gr-unted as I pulled out of her and fell on the bed beside her.
She mo-an-ed running her we-t tongue over her li-ps, smiling like one who just won a lottery.
Well being Fuc-ked by me is the same thing as winning a lottery.
Wait, did you guys really think I won’t Fuc-k my father’s secretary? Well think again.
“That was Fuc-king amazing!” She exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to look at me. “Wanna do stuff like this while we stay in town?”
I scrunched up my face, grabbing my brief short and wore it before standing up from the bed. “No way in hell.”
She raised a confuse brow at me. “What? Wait…you didn’t enjoy the s€x?”
“Listen Miss, I don’t do repeat, okay? Fuc-king you is a one time thing.”
“What?” She abruptly sat upright, exposing her nak-ed chest in front of me. Not like there’s anything new about it, anyway.
“I want to be alone. Can you just leave?” I collected a black shirt and threw it over my head. “I need to have a quick shower now.”
“Wait, you can’t do this, Brenden. We both enjoyed the s€x. I did.” She got off the bed and approached me in her nak-ed glory. “Listen if you think I want something more then you don’t have to worry about that because i don’t want anything more other than s€x with you.” She sounded almost pleadingly which made me want to puke all over the place.
Her persistent disgust me like shit.
Why can’t girls be more sensible?
Why do they have to go about embarra-ssing themselves like they always do?
Yeah, I enjoyed the s€x but that all it will ever be any nothing else.
And what, doing repeats with her? Hell nah!
“Are you dumb or what? I obviously just said I don’t do repeat. can’t you be less stupid and cheap?” I snapped.
“Che…cheap?” She repeated, sadly. “No one has ever called me that.”
“Well, the plea-sure is all mine then.” I retorted, walking into the bathroom and slammed the door shut leaving a sad look Miss in my room.
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It’s almost a week I was still not yet back home.
Like what the Fuc-k?
Miss and I haven’t said a word to each other since that day _not like I care_
But I haven’t been bored lately an that’s because my two best friends have been online more regularly compared to the past days.
They told me about their past days with Gwen and how she beat up a man for disrespecting his fiancée.
Damn, that girl never seem to stop amazing me.
How can one be this flawless and beautiful? Okay, delete those words off your head, please.
I just can’t wait to go back home… Honestly.
Currently I was chatting with them in my room when my door was pushed open to reveal Miss, frowning.
“What do you want?” I asked her in annoyance.
“Get prepared. Your wish has finally come to reality.” She was going to shut the door close but stopped to look at me once again. But this time around she wasn’t frowning neither was she smiling. “Do you really meant those words you said to me that day?”
*Don’t cross my path, Don’t touch my baby, Don’t tell me how to live my life, Don’t look down on ladies, Don’t treat ladies as trash, Respect ladies and treat them nicely, Don’t hit ladies. Don’t bully those ones who feels lesser of themselves.* Gwen’s rules played in my head as I stared down at Miss.
ARTHUR: GWEN BEAT UP A MAN FOR DISRESPECTING HIS FIANCÉE:-)
How would she feel if she found out about me disrespecting a lady?
I don’t want to make her feel bad about me…I don’t want to… Goddammit, why do I even care about what she thinks?
Even with that thought, I still did something out of my character.
“No.” I answered.
Her eyes lit up at that single reply. “You don’t? Really?”
“Yeah. But,” I sighed. “I really don’t want to have s€x with you again.”
The smile on her face varnished and turned into a frown. “Was I that awful in bed? Did I scream too much? Did I come too much? Was I…” I quickly cut her off.
“You were amazing. And Fuc-king you was nice but…I don’t do repeat.” When did I start becoming calm to ladies? This was so out of my character.
She nod her head in understanding, giving me a small sad smile. “Well at least, you sound more calmer now than that day. I really do want you to Fuc-k me again but I also want to respect your decision.” She sighed. “I should go get ready for our flight. See you in one hour.” With that said, she shut the door close, leaving me alone once again.
Now that wasn’t so difficult to do, was it?
Gwen’s energy is rubbing off on me badly…. Damn it!
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FEW HOURS LATER
“Oh my God, Brenden!” Mother called out as she ran towards me, bringing me in for a warm hug. Gosh, how much I miss her embrace. “It’s so good to see you after those long weeks.”
I laughed as I hug-ged her back. “I know right.” I pulled out of the embrace. “I’ve miss you so much.”
She playfully hit me on the shoulder. “Hey, stop being so cheesy. But I miss you so very much, baby love.”
I made a disgusted face at that lame nickname mother just called me. “Baby love? That’s lame.”
She laughed, pinching my cheek which was a little bit painful. “Now this is one thing I missed about you. So, how was the trip? And what the heck happened to your eyes?” She came closer to take a better look at it.
Thank goodness my face wasn’t as bad as it was.
“I…um…” I couldn’t tell her what really happened. Mom and dad aren’t really in good terms and that’s all my fault. I can’t add salt to the wound. “Fell.”
“You fell?” Mom repeated, giving me a suspicious look.
“Yeah. Wait, do you think I’m lying?” I questioned.
“Well you left town with your father with no bruise on your face and now you are back home with bruise on your face. I know your father and I won’t be surprise to know that he did that to you.” She stated.
I rolled my eyes, hugging her again. “Mom… believe me. I fell, okay?”
“BRENDEN!” A sharp voice called out, pulling him away from his mother just to be engulfed into a bigger hug from his little sister. “Oh my Fuc-king mother…no offence mom,” She broke off the embrace. “I can’t believe you are finally back home!”
“Do you miss me?”
“Of course I did, big bro. Home alone without you is very boring.”
“Oh really. I did everything within my power not to make you feel lonely.” Mom chirped in.
“You did but it was still very boring. But at least you tried.” Lexi shrugged jokingly.
There I was in England getting worried over my sister but in reality she was doing very great and there’s probably no need for me to get so worried.
“I tried your number for God knows how long but it was unreachable.” I said to her.
“Oh. I guess it was network.” She shrugged.
“Seems like I’m invisible.” Dad’s voice cut throu-ghthe moment. Lexi made her way towards him and engulfed him into a hug, smiling.
“Welcome back home, daddy.” She muttered under her breath.
He smiled. “Thanks sweetheart. Hey honey.” He walked up to mom and hug-ged her as well.
As for me, I just walked out, going upstairs to meet my sweet bed.
“When will you be going to see Gwen?” Lexi asked me just as I was about to go inside my room.
I stopped midway and turned to look at her. “What?”
“She’s awake and still in the hospital. I know how worried you were about her. Now she is awake, wouldn’t you go over to visit her?”
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And now here I was standing in front of her room, contemplating whether or not I should go inside.
She looked so beautiful even in that hospital wear. I know I sound pretty crazy but trust me…I can’t stop myself from thinking about that.
I muster up all of my courage before opening the door and going inside.
She raised her head up, gazing up at me with her eyes wide open.
She clearly wasn’t expecting me.
I smirked at her, coming closer towards her as I stuffed my hands into my pan-ts pocket.
“You don’t look so happy in seeing me.” I said, breaking the ice cube.
She didn’t say anything for a long while as she kept staring at me.
“Should I really be happy to see you?” She finally let those words roll off her beautiful li-ps,,,Fuc-k, how much I miss that voice.
Wait, what the Fuc-k is wrong with me? Am I going crazy or something?
“Maybe not. But hey, I’m so happy to see you alive, Gwendolyn.”
****To Be Continued****