♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME:{Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 43❣️
????Cleo’s pov????
“Cleo, what are you doing here?” Mother’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned to stare at her, breathing heavily like one who have been running for a long time.
She was staring at me with a brow raised questioningly and a look of worry was evident in her face.
I was currently in the kitchen, making lunch while thinking about nothing before she interrupted me.
Actually, I wasn’t thinking about nothing…I was thinking about someone…two important people in my life right now. Two people I just grew to love all of a sudden.
I loved one as a sister and I was so ready to do anything for her while I loved the other one romantically and I’m willing to do anything to make her happy.
But who the heck do I want to make happy out of these two people?
To be honest, I don’t know.
After Alexis little confession about being g-ay. I don’t need her or anyone to tell me who are feelings were directed at…it obviously wasn’t me but rather at Gwen.
I could make out the look on her face…the way her eyes scream excitement whenever she sees Gwen, the way her body involuntarily moves whenever Gwen stood beside her.
It Fuc-king hurts but what can I possibly do?
I can’t hate Gwen for being liked by my crush and neither can I hate Lexi for not liking me.
Who knows maybe I’m just the one with the problem. Maybe I’m just the one whose life is programmed to have a failed relationship all the time…
I was pretty use to the heartbreak, the pain, the rejection…my past had taught me the lesson I sure as hell will never forget no matter how ha-rd I try.
My past…
The ugliness in her voice as she spoke to me…the anger in her eyes as she stared at me…I was like a piece of trash in front of her sight.
Her…my very first love.
The girl who seem to bring out my real self. My real se-xuality.
The girl who was just so nice to me. She treated me like a best friend, she loved and cared for me. She was always there whenever I needed a shoulder to lean on but everything changed…or should I say, she changed the moment I professed my love to her.
She was so disgusted and irritated by me.
Her once calm beautiful self changed into a mean looking ugly person.
She changed from the demon I knew to the angel I don’t.
She was very mad at me. She embarra-ssed me publicly caring less about what I felt or how broken I was.
Every eyes were on me as my crush rejected and humiliated me.
They laughed…
They pointed mocking fingers at me…
I was a laughing stock to them…
I was just a useless foolish g-ay who fell in love with a straight popular kid.
Her words…
Her angry voice….
Her cold stone stare…
Her clenched fist and jaw…
Those scene were permanently imprinted in my Fuc-king head and no matter how ha-rd I try to wipe it off and start a whole new life, I just can’t.
Mother had to transfer me from the school to the school I was currently at.
The shame and embarra-ssment was just too much for me to bear.
I had even thought of committing suicide but what will that change?
Nothing, right?
Even those students making ridicule of me will forget about me within two days and my mother will be the only one pa-ssing throu-ghthe pain of losing her only child.
At first I wanted to keep my se-xuality to myself from other students in my new school because I was afraid of getting mocked at by them.
But as time went on…I couldn’t hold in the truth anymore than to let it out.
Their reaction wasn’t as bad as it was in my other school.
But then again how will Lexi feel if I tell her my feelings?
What will she say?
Will she insult me like my first love did?
Will she hate me?
I don’t know but I don’t think I want to tell her my true feelings especially now that it seems like she has feelings for Gwen.
“Hey mom.” I breathed out, running my palm over my skirt.
“What are you doing?” She asked again, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I…uhm…cooking?” That sounded more like a question than a reply.
“Cooking?” She scoffed. “If trying to burn down the house is the same thing as cooking then trust me you are doing a good job.”
Wait, what?
That’s when I noticed the smoke around the kitchen, making it pretty difficult for me to breath.
Mom covered her nose with her palm, staring at me.
I quickly rushed over to the cooking gas to turn it off but it was off already.
Fuc-k, what’s wrong with me?
What the hell was I thinking about?
My failed love?
Or my broken heart?
“If I didn’t come in here to turn off the gas then I wonder what would have happened. What’s wrong with you, Cleo?” She sounded very concern now as she came closer to stand in front of me.
I quietly shook my head, fiddling with my fingers. “I… I’m fine mom.”
She shook her head, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen so we could breath more comfortably without coughing or sneezing.
“You are not one to zone out like that unless there’s something bothering you.” She sighed. “Talk to me, dear. I’m your mother, remember?”
I shut my eyes close, taking in de-ep few breaths before peeling them open again to stare de-eply into my mother’s eyes.
Her eyes held love…care…concern…fear and understanding for me.
She was willing to hear my trouble and help carry the burden for me.
God, I love this woman so much.
Growing up without a father was quite tough for me but it became much easier for me because of the wonderful woman I have as a mother.
She stood by me, loved and cherished me, cared for me…,she made me forget about the fact that I was fatherless.
And no, he didn’t leave us…he only left by force. Death took him away from us. He had no choice and I don’t blame him at all.
I grew up with only my mother. She was both my parents, my sister, my brother, my best friend. She was everything to me and I love her so much.
But telling her about my current situation will do nothing but make her worry.
She knew about my first love and how she humiliated me when I professed my love to her.
She knew how broken I was about being rejected.
She knew about the pain I underwent because of that heartbreak.
An experience like that isn’t something a mother will want her child to undergo again.
“Mom, I’m fine. Trust me. I was just thinking about Gwen.” I lied. But hey, come to think of it, it wasn’t entirely a lie. I was really thinking about Gwen.
She quirked her brows. “Why?”
“Uh…is it bad to think about her?” I questioned, trying to change the topic.
“Of course not but why exactly are you thinking about her when you practically refuse to go visit her. I’ve been wondering why you refuse to visit Gwen for this past week ever since she woke out of coma. Are both of you having any issue?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. “We are cool, mom. I’ve…just..
um…been busy?” What the hell?
“You know you can’t lie to me.” She brou-ght her arms over her chest, giving me those stern mothers look. “Did she say something mean to you?”
“No!” I quickly answered. “Gwen is not that kind of person…” My voice trailed off as our last conversation flashed into my memory. The memory of her yelling at me, saying all kind of mean things to me and kicking me out of her room. The day I should have noticed her strange behavior and help her instead of getting angry and walking out of her room. I should have known that she only said those things just to make me angry and leave the room because she doesn’t want me to know about her pains. Fuc-k, I was so dumb and stupid!
~How sure are you she doesn’t mean those words?~ My subconsciousness asked me.
“Then what’s going…” Mom was cut off by Elena’s annoying voice.
“Are you done with the food?” She asked, making herself visible to us.
“Um…not yet.” I replied. As much as I was grateful for the interruption, I wish it doesn’t have to be her(Elena).
“Wha…” She coughed slightly, glancing over at the closed door behind us. “Did you burn the food?”
Fuc-k yes!
Goddammit. I was in de-ep shit now.
I know how annoying and frustrating this woman can be. And sometimes I wonder how her husband and children cope with her egoistic and OCD behavior.
I call her Mrs perfect because according to her and I quote “There is no perfection without money. And yes, I have money so I deserve perfection.” Like what the hell does that even mean?
Perfection? Does she think she’s perfect?
She has been hanging around the premises ever since Gwen woke out of coma.
There’s no denial that she loves her granddaughter so much and was ready to do anything for her but I think she’s taking her love too far right now.
Simply because the girl’s mother decided to leave her child here doesn’t mean she has given this woman every right or responsibility over her(Gwen).
I mean, why will she just make the decision all by herself to change Gwen’s wardrobe?
Oh, you guys don’t know? I will tell you.
Few days after Gwen woke up from that de-ep sleep and her mother left…Mrs Perfect took out all of Gwen’s clothes and replaced them with something “More outstanding and suitable” Well, according to her, of course.
I had to take Gwen’s clothes and keep them in my room because I know how furious Gwen will be if she comes back home to find her clothes gone and replaced with girly stuffs.
I know Gwen and I know for sure that skirts, gowns, crop tops aren’t her preference.
Like seriously, wasn’t it very obvious or was this woman just trying to piss someone off? I will go with the latter.
“I…” I began but mom quickly cut me off.
“I sent her on an errand and promised to check the food on her behalf but forgot. I’m sorry ma.” Mom apologized, taking the blame for my mistake.
Mrs Perfect scrunched up her face in disgust. “What’s wrong with you, woman? That food is meant for my grandchild and what did you do, you burnt it and almost burn down the house as well!” She coughed again. “You should be more careful, okay? God. I know you are poor but you are not stupid not to know how much those items I got cost.”
Did she just insult us?
I tried to talk back but mom gave me a warning look, indirectly asking me to stay out of the conversation.
“I’m sorry.” Mom apologized again, bowing her head.
Elena rolled her eyes, scoffing. “If you are then you should be on your knees right now, old hag!” She yelled angrily. Mom quickly went down on her knees, with her head still bowed.
This wasn’t the first time this woman was doing something as respectful as this to mother.
Even Mr James doesn’t know about it and that’s because mom literally warned me not to say a word to him about his mother’s wrongdoings and ill-treatment.
Sometimes I wonder why mom was just too nice and calm.
Even if we are poor and working as maids in this house doesn’t give this egoistic woman the right to look down on us and treat us like pigs! We are humans just like her for Pete’s sake.
“Good,” She pointed her index finger at mom, warningly. “Now listen to me very well, I need that food prepared before mid noon because my amazing beautiful granddaughter needs to eat. You don’t expect her to eat those unhealthy hospital food, right?” Mom nods her head quickly, trembling in fear. “Better…now go in there and make something delicious for her! If you like, burn the food again and I promise to kick you and your daughter out to the street where people like you belong.” She stared between the both of us and muttered under her breath before walking away. “Gosh, poor people.”
I was burning in rage.
How can she be this mean because we mistakenly burn the food meant for Gwen?
What kind of a person is she?
I stared down at my mother who was still on her knees. This was all my fault. If I wasn’t foolishly thinking about my failed love, mom wouldn’t have been insulted like this.
“Mom…” I began but she cut me off, glaring ha-rd at me now.
“Why were you so careless, Cleo!? You know how she is. You should have been more careful.”
“I’m sorry mom.”
She got up to her feet. “Sorry won’t fix anything. Let’s go make another food for Gwen.” She mumbled, walking back into the kitchen with me tailing her from behind.
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????Gwen’s pov????
“What?”
He laughed coming to seat on the chair beside my bed. “What are you thinking, Barbie?” Gosh, here comes that Fuc-king annoying nickname. It’s frustrating enough hearing my father call me princess and now this idiot has added his own. Like come on! “You being alive just made me guilt-free. What were you thinking?” He raised a brow at me while smirking. “That I missed you?”
I rolled my eyes, leaning against the headboard. “What the Fuc-k are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out of town with your father, daddy boy?”
As soon as that last sentence rolled off my li-ps, his smirk dropped and turned into a frown.
Wait, did I say something wrong?
What’s wrong in being a daddy boy?
Besides, I’m daddy girl and I see nothing bad in being that.
Okay, I think I will hate it if someone called me a daddy girl…Fuc-k, it sound so cheesy and way out of my character. Although it’s the Fuc-king truth.
But hey, no one have to know that.
“Not funny, barbie.” He said in a dark low voice. “I came back last night. Weren’t you aware?”
Of course I was.
“What’s my business with your arrival, Princess Brenden?” I decided to make use of my usual nickname for him instead of using the ‘daddy boy’
For some reason I don’t want to piss him off or have any serious fight with Brenden.
The usual smirk appeared on his face again, making me wish I used the ‘daddy boy’ instead. “Oh really. Let’s say you really don’t care then.” He winked. He glanced at me from head to toe. “How are you feeling now?”
“Strong.” I simply stated. Though I was surprise he was asking me about my health right now. I take in a closer look on his face to see the black eyes at his left eyes. “Were you being such a d*ck to had receive that black eyes again?” I asked, remembering the night we met when we got involve in that minor accident that turned into a huge one causing me to fall into de-ep coma. He had black eyes, swollen li-ps and red cheeks that night.
It was obvious that he was beaten up by someone or got into a big fight with someone.
Yes, Brenden might be a complete jerk but my few times with him make me realize something about him…he wasn’t that bad and neither does he go about fighting thugs in the street.
Although he was an a-sshole when it comes to treating women right!
There could be a probability that he got that black eyes from a lady…or maybe not!
Was he by any chance abuse by someone?
He seems uncomfortable with my question but tried brushing it off as if it meant absolutely nothing.
Well, he would have done a great job if he wasn’t so obvious.
“I’m not that bad, Barbie.” He smiled, looking around my room. “Nothing changed.”
“Something did.” I corrected, earning a confuse stare from him. “I’m awake not sleeping.”
“Oh…Yeah right.” He laughed, nodding his head in agreement. “You sound smarter than I first met you. I guess the coma helped upgrade your brain.”
I tossed the book I was reading at him, making him laugh louder as he caught the book with ease.
Fuc-king idiot!
Suddenly he stopped laughing and his gaze held mine… I tried looking away but couldn’t.
I felt captivated in those eyes of his… what’s going on with me??
I didn’t know when he got out of the chair but what I know was that he was now very close to me. Our faces were just few inches away, making it more difficult for me to breath.
~Gwen, snap out of this shit hole…what the hell are you doing? Do you really want to ki-ss this jerk? Like su-ckit up and get out of this trance!~ My head kept screaming at me but I couldn’t cooperate with it.
He was leaning in…his breath were fanning my face…God, I Fuc-king shut my eyes close, waiting to feel his li-ps against mine.
When suddenly…..
****To Be Continued****