♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 52&53❣️
★★★★★
????Narrator’s pov????
“Eric.” Dorcas approached her husband who was in his office going throu-ghsome business files. He looked up from the files as soon as he heard his name from his wife. “Are you busy?”
He raised a questioning brow at her, leaning back on his chair. “Why?”
“I need to speak to you about something.” She said to him, trying her best to remain calm and bot explode on his nonchalant behavior.
The side of his li-ps twitch into a smile as he stared down at his files, indirectly telling her that he was busy but she acted to be clueless.
“I was busy when you came in, wifey.” He said, picking up the files but it was suddenly dragged out of his hand and dropped far away from his reach. He didn’t even notice when she came closer and neither did he hear the sound of her footsteps. “What was that for?”
She pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her legs over the other. “It’s no longer a choice but an order. I need to have an important discussion with you and I don’t care whether you are busy or not, hubby.” She fired back, challenging Eric in the process.
He just stared at her as if thinking of a word to tell her or challenge her with but he was out of ideas. She beat him to it.
He let off a de-ep sigh, shrugging his shoulders as he likewise crossed his legs. “What is it do you want to talk to me about then?”
She stayed silent for a while before saying, “Us.”
He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Us?” He repeated. “What do you mean? What about us?”
“Can’t you see it? Or are you just pretending to be dumb?” She snapped. “This isn’t working. We aren’t working. Something is off about our marriage, Eric. And you seem to know why.” She explained.
He chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Wifey, we are perfectly fine. I’ve just been so busy and that’s why I hardly have time for you. But if you miss me so much then you can…” She cuts him off.
“Being busy isn’t my concern, Eric. I’m use to not having you around,” The smile on his face varnished and was replaced with a de-ep frown. “But I don’t understand you anymore.” She ran her fingers throu-ghher hair. “You said something to me the other day and I’ve been thinking about it but I still can’t put anything together. I’m so confuse, Eric. And if whatever thing you have in mind is why you hate Brenden then…”
Eric interrupted her by ban-ging his palms on the desk, scaring the living hell out of Dorcas.
His face were as ha-rd as a rock.
She knows Eric hardly smile especially with Brenden around but the look he was giving her right now was very scaring.
“Brenden, Brenden, Brenden…” He snarled, coming up to his feet. “This is what this discussion is all about, isn’t it?” He tilted his head to the side almost looking like a psychopath.
Dorcas still remained seated. She refuse to be intimidated by her own husband.
“He is our child. He’s well-being should be our concern, Eric. And yes, this conversation is all about him and nothing else.”
“But you just said we need to talk about us.” He reminded her.
“Brenden is part of the ‘Us’ I don’t understand you. What’s all this behavior about? I’ve noticed this idiotic attitude from you over your son as soon as I conceived him…I noticed how less concern you were when I was in labor. You even refused to carry your child in your arms. But I thought it was just the atmosphere and maybe a business proposal didn’t work out well, but your attitude never changed towards him instead it grew worse. I don’t get why a father will hate his own son this much. You guys aren’t strangers for pete sake!” She come up to her feet as well. “You said I should blame myself for your stupid behavior. You said I know exactly why you are behaving this goddamn way and trust me, I’ve thought things throu-gh. I thought of something wrong I might have done to you that made you hate Brenden but there’s absolutely nothing that came into mind. How did I offend you, Eric? And why are you pouring the frustration and anger on that innocent young boy, huh?”
He clenched his fist and jaw making his way towards her. Soon he was standing in front of her. He lowered himself so he could be on the same height level with her.
“It’s you to remember, wifey. Why should I point out your mistake? After all it’s your mistake not mine.” He smirked looking very dangerous and scary. “You were so used to me not being home, right? Maybe that’s why you decided to look for a second option…I don’t blame you for that but do you know I blame you for?” His face went har-der in complete anger. “Not getting rid of that thing you called a son when you first noticed it. You were even happy about it if I can remember…you…” Dorcas slapped him across the face, shutting him up.
How dare him look down on her and her son?
How dare him refer Brenden as a thing? What’s his problem?
And what? She should have gotten rid of their first child? Was this man standing before her crazy or what?
And what second option was he talking about?
What the hell are this riddles about? He should just hit the nail on the wall and let them get over this things.
“I know you were everything but I never thought that the husband I married was a psychotic bastard.” She spatted. “Thing? Your own son? I should have gotten rid of him?” She scoffed, shaking her head in disappointment at him. “I’m so disappointed at you, Eric. I can’t believe you will open your dirty mouth and say ugly things like this! You should be ashamed of yourself right now because as for me, I’m ashamed of you.”
Eric smirked, rubbing his now red cheek. “Did you just slapped me?”
“Yes I did. And I’m willing to slap you over and over ag…. what the hell!?” Eric palm was hanging on the air, almost at the verge of hitting her on the face. Dorcas eyes popped wide at this. “What are you doing, Eric? Did you just raised your hand to hit me?”
“I swear on my life I would have hit you if I never love you.” He growled angrily, dropping his hand down at his side. “You hurt me once but trust me, I won’t let you hurt me for the second time.” He brou-ght his ace closer to hers. “You should have just said the truth when I asked that day. You should never have lied to me. Never.” He moved closer again, staring down at her li-ps before saying, “You said I should hurt you instead of your son?” He laughed. “I’m already doing just that, wifey. How does it feels like to watch your son suffer in pain? What’s more worse than that?”
“If you are tired of this marriage then let’s just cut it off and have a divorce, Eric.” She said almost pleadingly.
Eric started laughing, brushing out a hair from Dorcas’s face and tucked it behind her ear. “Divorce? I can’t live a day without you, wifey. Because I want to hurt you just as much as you did to me. This is just a trailer..
I will make life so unbearable for your wonderful son that you will have no other option than to confess and apologize for what you did, Dorcas.”
“What confession are you talking about? I don’t understand. I’ve never hurt you in anyway but if I have then please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for, baby?” He raised a brow at her, smirking.
“I… I don’t know.” She stuttered.
“Then that’s where your forgiveness will start. Tell me what you did wrong and apologize.” He stepped away from her and went to sit down back on his chair, collecting the files from where Dorcas had tossed it. “You can leave now. We’re done with this pointless conversation.”
“Eric…” Her voice trailed off.
“You can leave, Dorcas. I’m busy.” He said with no emotions in his voice.
Dorcas took the hint and walked down towards the door. She pulled open the door knob and was about stepping out when she heard his voice again and his next words left her no choice than to slam shut the door very hard.
“Don’t ever come to me to speak about that useless son of yours, wifey. Because mind you, you won’t be the one to get hit but him.” Those were the words.
Things were getting out of hand.
And it’s time she goes back to her memories and know just what she did to her husband.
Because truth be told, however way she hurt him broke him beyond repairs.
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????Lena’s pov????
“Arrrrrrgh!” I screamed at the top of my voice almost pulling out my hair.
“Calm down, Lena.” My three best friends said to me.
“Don’t Fuc-king tell me to calm down!” I snapped at them. “How can I calm down? Didn’t you girls see what happened in there? Didn’t you see how defensive he was about her? Or was I the only one who noticed it?” I threw my hands up in the air in complete anger and frustration.
“We did but fusing about it won’t change a thing.” Ca-ssie stated calmly.
She was actually the calmest of us all.
“You don’t get it, do you? First of all, it was in cla-ss. They were just having this cat love fight or whatever they call it, disturbing the whole cla-ss. Do you know how ha-rd I tried not to strangle her to death, huh?”
“But why now?” Christ questioned no one in particular. “Why does she have to return just when Brenden is returning? It almost as if they both planned it.”
“Like seriously.” Jessi agreed. “I’ve never seen Brenden defend anyone before talk more of defending a girl. You know he su-ckbig time when it comes to respecting ladies.”
I know about that. But that didn’t change my feelings for him. If anything, it made me fall har-der for him.
There’s just something about Brenden that seems to put me on cloud nine.
Seeing his face brightens my dark day. Hearing his voice amends my broken heart. And feeling his touch melt my soul.
I have no regret in cheating on Rowan with Brenden.
Although I know how wrong I was to cheat on my boyfriend with another guy who only sleeps with girls once and never again but still I took the risk.
I lost Rowan due to my greediness for more s-ex and stupidity but I have no regret.
If I was given the opportunity to go back to time and change my choices of cheating on Rowan,,, I will still do it.
“But why now?” I thought out loud, fuming in anger. “Why did she have to return just when I thought things are going to fall throu-ghwith both Brenden and I. She should have still remained in that coma until I win Brenden.”
“She should have just died!” Jessi scoffed.
“That was mean, Jess.” Ca-ssie shook her head calmly at Jessi who only rolled her eyes.
“I don’t Fuc-king care whether she dies or not! But I really want Brenden. And…she… she’s ruining my chances!” I said almost at the verge of shedding tears. “What do I do, girls? How do I take out that tomboy bit-ch ?”
Neither of them said a word at that making the situation worse.
I clenched my fist tightly, as images of how pissed Brenden was at the students who kept calling Gwen’s names displayed in my head.
I felt like tossing her out of the school building so that she can just return back to coma again.
“How about we proved to everyone that’s she g-ay?” Jessi suggested.
“But she claimed not to be one.” Christy pointed out.
“What if she is but doesn’t know that yet? she’s way too close to Cleo not to be one, you know.” Jessi shrugged.
“It’s all under probability.” Ca-ssie added. She turned to look at me. “How about we make them hate each other more?”
“And how will that help? Because clearly it’s that hatred that’s bringing them closer, you know.” Christy said.
I sighed as I ma-ssaged my head, feeling a slight headache.
“So what do we do now?” Ca-ssie asked.
“I think we should go with Jess’s idea and figure out whether or not Gwen is g-ay. And if she actually turns out to be one then we should tell everyone at school about it. There’s no way Brenden will have to be with a g-ay.” Christy stated.
I think they have a point there.
If Gwen turns out to be really g-ay then there are chances for me to be with Brenden.
I just have to investigate and find out what her actual se-xuality is.
Although her appearance states the obvious of she being one but she’s denying it.
And also Ca-ssie’s idea seems to be a good one as well.
I have to make them hate each other even more than they already do.
I will make them hate each other’s presence with so much pa-ssion that they will have no Fuc-king choice than to depart from each other.
But first, I need to separate them from being seat partners.
Because like the saying goes; ‘To destroy two people’s connection, you need to destroy whatever that connects them.’ (A/n: I don’t know whether there’s actually a saying like that. I just thought of it. So do not be judgemental.)
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Mr Jackson will be my perfect tool.
My li-ps stretched into a big smile and I stared in between my three girls.
“You are smiling.” They all pointed out, confused.
“I know I am.” I stepped closer towards them. “Girls, you’ve just made my day.”
Suddenly my phone beeped signifying a new text message.
I unlocked the phone and stared down at the message…the smile on my face got bigger, if that is even possible.
I couldn’t hide the excitement that filled my face as I read the text. From my ex boyfriend.
ROWAN: LET’S MEET AFTER SCHOOL:-*
“Now here comes plan B.”
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????Gwen’s pov????
“I will be honest, girl. You kinda took things too far.” Cleo stated as she followed me out of the cafeteria down to the school gym.
“Are you in support of him or me?” I questioned, feigning hurt.
She laughed. “I’m only supporting the truth. He only snatched your cake nothing else. You should have just overlooked him.”
“I wanted to, believe me. But that cupcake was the last piece. You know how obsessed I am with my cupcake.” I pouted.
“Awwn, so cute.” She cooed, making me roll my eyes.
“I’m not cute.”
She chuckles lightly, linking her arm over mine. “You are. But it’s okay to keep denying it.” She winked.
“Arrrgh. You always have a way of frustrating me.” I accused.
“What? That’s a very big accusation, Tommy.”
What? Tommy?
I furrowed my brows at her in confusion. “Who’s Tommy?”
“You of course.”
“And when did I change my name?”
“Tommy stands for tomboy.” She explains.
I gro-aned. “Oh please. Don’t start calling me that shit. Ed calling me one is enough. Just stick to calling me Gwen or…Gwen.” We both started laughing and went inside the school gym.
Some jocks were playing football while some were playing basketball.
Cleo and I went to sit down at the top roll of the bleachers, watching them play.
Honestly, I shouldn’t have treated Brenden that way because of a cupcake.
Yes, I’m so obsessed with it but I should have acted more matured and disciplined and not fall for his stupid cheap games.
He was only trying to gain my attention so why did I explode that way and embarras-smyself like that?
No, I wasn’t referring to how the students around called me g-ay_ what they think about me is none of my damn business_ But I was referring to how I fell on him and have him cup my bre-ast . I can’t believe I almost mo-an out when he squee-zed at them.
I was so foolish and stupid.
“Cleo,” Cleo and I heard someone call out her name and we both raised our heads up to see Kathy grinning down at us. “Gwen, you are here too.” She sat down beside me along with Pearl and…‘her’
*I’m trying to get rid of whatever ungodly feelings I feel for you, Gwendolyn.*
I shook my head pushing out the thought.
“Hey.” Cleo and I greeted in sync. “What are you girls doing here?” Cleo asked them.
“We came to watch Rowan game. Wait,. isn’t that why you both are here?” Kathy asked.
We didn’t even know there was a game going on in here.
“No. We just came here to hang out.” Cleo replied, shifting closer towards me. “Should we leave?” She whispered to my ear.
“Do you want to?” I questioned.
“This isn’t about me but you. You look so uncomfortable with Lexi around.” She said. Wow, she is such a good observer.
“I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin your chances to get closer to her.” I stiffly smiled at her clearing up my throat.
“Are you sure?” She asked me.
“Of course.” Of course not! I want to Fuc-king get out here. It’s so stuffy and it’s killing me.
I claim not to have any kind of affection towards Alex but what if I do?
Why does her presence seem to make me feel this uncomfortable and nervous?
Why was my heart racing fast whenever she looks at me with those pretty eyes of hers?
Why does her voice always seem to soothe me and make me feel at ease?
What are these feelings I feel for Alex?
I’m not g-ay….right?
Subconsciously our gazes meet. We didn’t take our eyes off each other.
It almost felt like we could read our different thoughts. And that scares me.
I don’t want her to see the confusion going on in my head about her.
I don’t want… I can’t feel this way for another girl. Especially with the fact that my close friend, Cleo have something for her. I can’t come in between Cleo and her happiness.
We both turned our faces away at the same time, paying attention to the game which I clearly don’t care about.
*****
“The game was…boring.” Kathy whined, yawning out loud. “I can’t count how many times I fell asleep.”
“Me too.” Both Pearl and Cleo added.
“Uhm, where is Lexi?” Cleo now asked, looking around.
“She went to congratulate her boyfriend over his victory.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for her?” Cleo asked.
“Nah. She said we should leave first that she would come with Rowan.” Kathy said, her gaze were fixed on me as she said those words.
What’s going on with her and that look?
Did I do something?
“Oh.” Cleo just hummed not saying anything afterwards.
*****
“You despicable piece of trash. Each time I see you I feel like strangling you to death.” I glared.
He smirked. “Oh really? But each time I see you, barbie. I feel like going in between your legs and have you come very ha-rd as you scream my name.”
I gulped ha-rd as images filled my head with him in between my legs…God, what’s this idiot doing to me?
“I hate you.” I growled struggling not to give in to my violence mode. I’m trying to be less violent but this bastard isn’t making it easy for me.
“Awwn, thank you Barbie.” He winked.
I angrily stomped on his foot, finally giving in to my violence mode. Brenden yelped loudly, interrupting the clas-sas every gaze turned to us.
“What’s going on there?” Miss Larry asked.
“I…what happened to you, Brenden?” I asked, acting all innocent.
“Don’t act like you don’t know You Fuc-king…”
“Language, Brenden. The both of you to the principal’s office. Now.”
*****
“Oh no. Not again.” The principal gro-aned, fisting his hair as soon as Brenden and I both walked in. “What did you both do this time around?”
We both said at the same time. “He started it.”
“He?” The principal and I repeated, staring at Brenden.
“Are you admitting that it’s all your fault?” Principal asked.
“No. But his.” He pointed at me.
“Wait, I think you are having confusion with your pronouns.” I stated, hoping he was really making a mistake.
“You are clearly a boy in a girl’s body. I mean, how can a girl possess such strength like you do? I’m literally leaping because of that small strong foot of yours!”
“How dare you? You are nothing but a feminine idiot!”
“What? Feminine?” He repeated.
“You are clearly a girl. I mean, how can a boy be as weak as you?” I challenged.
“You…you…”
“Both of you, enough.” The principal finally intervene, coming up to his feet. “What’s wrong with the both of you? Every teacher is complaining about you two. If you both are not quarreling then you are arguing if you aren’t arguing then you are fighting. Are you two enemies from birth or what?”
“I don’t even know this idiot.” We both said at the same time. “Did you just call me idiot?” We asked each other at the same time again. “Stop repeating what I’m saying!” We said in sync again.
Arrrrrgh!
“You know what? Go back to clas-sI will get back to the both of you later.” Principal said as he sunk down into his chair feeling frustrated.
Brenden and I walked out of the office still throwing small insult at each other.
*****
“You know it’s s-ex we both want, right?” Brenden said to the girl at the other line.
We were on free period right now.
So everyone in clas-swere busy with one thing or the other.
Some were discussing with their friends, some were playing, some were sleeping like myself while some were making phone calls just like the fowl seated beside me.
I tried not to roll my eyes.
key word: Tried.
Suddenly the intercom system went on.
“Hello everyone.” The principal’s voice filled the cla-ssroom, making every where go quiet. “How are your cla-sses going?” He cleared his throat. “I’m here to pas-son an information to everyone about the new a-ssignment a-ssigned by me to the whole school.”
Everyone including myself and Brenden gro-aned as he mentioned about the a-ssignment.
“You are to team yourself up in twos to work out the a-ssignment. There are rules guiding it. One, you are to cooperate with whoever you are teamed up with. Two, you must submit the a-ssignment at the due date or else you will fail the remaining of the term. Three, you must work in unity. Those are the three rules.”
The a-ssignment doesn’t sound very difficult. As long as I am teamed up with someone reasonable I don’t think I will have a problem.
But who do I team up with? Cleo?
She’s the only reasonable person I know in this school.
“But, you are not going to be the one to choose your partner, I will.” Everyone gro-aned out loudly including myself. “You partner name will be put up on the notice board after school. The best team will be rewarded.” There was a long pause. “I forgot to tell you all the theme of the a-ssignment… it is, handcuffed to my enemy.”
Everyone started mumbling.
Handcuffed to your enemy? What does that even mean?
“And you both are to work on anything as long as you do it together. The a-ssignment will be for one whole week so yeah, you will be handcuffed to your most hated person in school for one week. Thank you.” With that said, the intercom system went off.
Everyone were murmuring, disrupting the clas-swith their whispers.
I was likewise confuse.
What kind of an a-ssignment is that?
Handcuffed to your enemy? Does that even make any sense at all?
But wait,
If that’s the theme that means there’s a possible chance of me getting handcuffed with,,, My head turned to look at him, he was staring back at me as if he just thought of that as well.
Hell nah!
There’s no Fuc-king way I will be getting handcuffed with this fowl for one week. That’s torture.
Never.
I looked around the cla-ss, searching for someone else that I hate aside from him.
My gaze slowly came upon Lena…the high school bit-ch .
Nah, I hate that bit-ch more.
“The names are out.” A student from another clas-ssaid to us before racing away.
Everyone sprang up to their feet and ran down the hall to the notice board.
Brenden and I majestically walked behind them, praying silently not to see our names together.
The whole place were filled with students, frowning their faces as they see who it was they were partnered with.
I don’t know how but Brenden and I pushed our way throu-ghuntil we stood in front of the notice board, going throu-ghthe names in search of ours.
GWENDOLYN…..BRENDEN.
No, this can’t be happening.
Please someone should tell me that this shit is a joke.
Fuc-k, was this how the principal intend to punish us?
Both of us looked at each other, glaring hard.
“This is so Fuc-ked up.” He said, not taking his eyes off me.
“For the first time, I’m agreeing with you.” I agreed, not taking my eyes off him as well.
****To Be Continued****