♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
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❣️Episode 06❣️
?Gwen’s pov?
“This is your house?” I asked in awe as I glared at the mansion that stood in front of me. The gate alone was a wonder, with two beautiful palm trees at the sides like guards to a palace.
I’m aware of the fact that dad was from a very wealthy family but never in my life have I ever visited him or his parents _who are still very much alive_
I don’t even know what they look like in person but I’ve seen their pictures on dad’s phone.
And as for mom’s parents,,,they were both dead _may their gentle souls rest in perfect peace_ I’ve only meant them once.
Now that I think about it, I’m actually not a family social type and that’s all thanks to my mother.
“Will I bring you over to someone else’s house?” Okay, that makes sense. Why will I ask such a dumb question?
“It’s beautiful.” I complimented.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” He grinned as he held the small of my back and urged me forward.
“Mom never told me you were this rich!” I said, taking in the beauty and the perfections of the environment.
He chuckles softly. “Don’t flatter me, princess and besides this is also your house.”
“Nah, it’s your house not mine.” I corrected.
“And you are my only princess which makes it yours as well.” I was going to say a word but he beat me to it. “Don’t even think about arguing, princess.”
I laughed, shaking my head calmly. “Fine. But,” I stopped right on my track and turned to look at him, fake glaring. “Can you please stop calling me princess? It’s just so cheesy.” I whined.
“I won’t stop calling you that…you are my princess, okay?” Damn, this man is just being so difficult.
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?Narrator’s pov?
“Why do you keep doing this?” Dorcas, Brenden’s mother asked, dropping her fork on the table in annoyance.
“What are you talking about?” Eric questioned, raising a questioning brow at her.
“Stop acting clueless, Eric. You know just what I’m talking about! You can’t keep treating our son like that.” She complained.
Eric let out a de-ep breath, taking a large gulp from his glas-sof champagne. “I’m only trying to make him better, honey.”
“Make him better? By doing what? Hating him?” She huffed.
“Calm down, Dorcas. I don’t hate our son… I’m just…doing what’s best for him.”
“What’s best for him?” She scoffed. “And what exactly is best for him? Let me guess, hating him? Making him feel less loved? Always comparing him with his baby sister? Tell me!” She abruptly stood up to her feet.
“Dorcas!” Eric called sternly.
“Don’t call my name! I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of always seeing you pick up a fight with your son. I’m tired of seeing my son unhappy whenever you are around. I’m tired of watching him toy with his meal without eating. I’m tired of watching him feel less loved by his own father!”
They say ones happiness comes with the home.
Ones life can be affected by how he or she is being treated at home.
She lives her children equally regardless of their flaws and honestly, she wish her husband can just be like that.
He has never showed any phantom of live towards Brenden even before she gave birth to Alexis.
Whatever Brenden does was always a problem to her husband and no matter how ha-rd she try to reason things with him,,,she can’t.
There was no excuse to his mean attitude towards his own son.
He can’t say it was because of Brenden’s grades and that’s because Brenden has a very good grade. He was one of the top student in his school even with his wayward behavior… he’s still very smart.
Eric can’t say it was because of Brenden’s behavior and that’s because Brenden have never been this wayward until his father’s hatred start getting out of control!
Technically, Eric is at fault with Brenden’s recent behavior.
“What are you saying, Dorcas? Are you trying to say I’m partial?” He questioned, coming up to his feet.
“No. I’m rather saying you are mean.” She spat out angrily.
“DORCAS!”
She shook her head calmly, taking a step back away from the table. “I don’t know where you are taking my son to but please, don’t break him for me.” With that, she walked away, leaving Eric alone at the dinning table for his conscience to judge.
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?Brenden’s pov?
“fu-ck, I’m tired of this shit.” Arthur said, dropping his pen on the table and leaned back against the chair, folding his arms over his ch-est.
I laughed. “You know you can’t skip this topic, right?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “I’m tired. Like seriously, why do they keep asking us to find for x?”
“The question here should be,,,why do x keep missing?” Davis added, scrunching up his face at the board.
“You can ask the mathematician who came up with the solution…not me.” I shrugged with a smirk plastered on my face.
“Whatever man.” Davis muttered und-er his breath, staring down at my book. “Wow, I wish to have like your brain.”
While they were busy complaining about the maths problem, I was already done with the solution.
Honestly, maths was never my weakness…no subject was aside from moral behavior, of course _not like I care, though_
Wait, is moral behavior also part of a subject?
“Don’t just wish for my brain, wish for my life as well.” I stated drily.
“Like seriously, why is your father so ungrateful? No offence.”
“No offence taken.”
“I mean, I get bad grades in school, I’m wayward, annoying, troublesome…just name them but still, my father loves me and wish me the very best but you, every father will kill to have a son like you so what exactly is your father’s problem?”
“Don’t make me jealous, Arthur.” I said jokingly.
“I’m serious.”
“Where is your phone?” He stared at me in confusion, bringing out his phone. I know he’s wondering why I asked for his phone when he was talking about something different and important,,,well he will find that out soon. I collected his phone and dialled a number, “That’s his number, you can call him and ask him.”
“Shit. fu-ck you man.” Arthur quickly deleted the number, glaring at me. “What the hell man?” I started laughing. “That’s not funny.”
Davis joined me in the laughter. “You should have seen your face.”
“He was like,” I tried imitating Arthur. “Shit fu-ck you man.” Davis and I laughed har-der .
“You guys are very boring, trust me.” Arthur said, clic-king his tongue as he turned his face away.
“Are you this scared of Brenden’s father?” Davis questioned.
“You should see his face…you will pee on your pan-ts.” Arthur stated.
“I second the motion.” I said, still laughing.
“Stop laughing.” Arthur warned.
I cleared my throat as I stopped laughing. “Sorry.”
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It was break time. Davis, Arthur and I were heading to the school cafeteria when we bumped into my baby sister and her two friends I can’t even remember their names.
Just in case you haven’t noticed,,,I suc-k when it comes to remembering people’s names unless you’ve taken a huge sp-ot in my life that I can remember your name.
Yeah, I’m that awful.
“Hey big brother!” She waved, smiling sheepishly at me.
I rolled my eyes, stuffing my hands into my pan-t pocket. “Stop calling me that.”
“Why not? Besides you call me baby sister all the time even when I warned you against it.”
“But you are my baby sister.” I shrugged.
“And you are my big brother.” She shrugged, imitating me.
We both laughed. “Where are you headed to?” I asked.
“To the school’s cafeteria, obviously.” She stared at Arthur. “Why does it feel like I want to do something to you?”
Well, maybe you really want to do something to him. I thought to myself.
“You probably want to hug me for talking to your brother to come back home and welcome your father last night…but you don’t have to do that.” Arthur smir-ked.
If only he knew…
Alexis gasped. “I remember now! You cheap liar!”
“Cheap liar? Wait, is that meant to be a compliment because trust me, it doesn’t sound like one.”
“Maybe that’s because it isn’t a fu-cking compliment! Why didn’t you pick my calls last night?”
“Your calls? Didn’t…” He stared at me but I quickly look away. “Brenden?”
“Why are you calling Brenden as if he was there with you when you refused to pick up the damn phone.”
“Brenden didn’t tell you anything?”
“Of course he did. He gave me an excuse to why he didn’t pick his phone calls but what’s yours?” She goes hand on hip, tilting her head to the side.
“Brenden…”
“Don’t call my name, man. I never asked to ignore her call.” I shrugged.
“You…you betrayed me.” Arthur said jokingly, pretending to be heartbroken.
“Say your last prayers, because today might be your last… I’ve looked up ways to murder humans.” Alexis started cracking her fingers.
Arthur gulped, taking a step back. “Guys…” He glanced over at Davis and I. “Remember me.” With that said, he turned around and ran off while Alexis chased after him.
“Shouldn’t you guys run after them and save your friend?” One of Alexis’s friends suggested.
“Uh…” Davis and I pretend to be in a de-ep thought.
“Nah. He will survive.” We both said laughing.
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?Gwen’s pov?
“Oh dear, you’re here!” A woman squealed as soon as she opened the door and saw dad. She pulled him in for a tight hug, immediately pulling apart when she saw me.
“Well, aren’t you a beauty. You must be Gwendolyn, his princess.” She chuckled, pulling me in her arms. My eyes popped out at the unexpected gesture.
“Mom, you never told me you were coming over.” Dad mumbled und-er his breath.
“Mom?” I repeated as we pulled apart. I stared at the woman from head to toe, she was looking very young and beautiful. No one will suspect the fact that she has given birth to a grown man like dad.
Just as if she could read my mind, she laughed. “What, can’t believe that I’ve given birth to someone as old as your father, sweetheart?”
“Uh… I’m sorry.” I said in a whisper, not sure of what else to say.
She fanned me dismissively and scowled. “You don’t have to apologize. I get that look all the time.”
“Oh.” Just like how I get the look of being a guy. Sometimes I’m questioned if I was a girl _you guys know of the full gist_
“Um Lucky, come and get this luggage.” The woman ordered. Minutes later a young man walked out of the house and grabbed my luggage from dad and went back inside. “Let’s get inside…your father is waiting.”
Father? Wait, is there a family reunion going in there? Why are dad’s parents here?
Come to think of it, the resemblance between this woman and the one in my dad’s phone are clear but the only different here was, she’s looking younger and more beautiful in person.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Dad now asked as we all walked inside the house.
“To see my grandchild, of course.” She replied, smiling at me.
Uh…should I smile back or what? I decided to go for the former and smile.
“But you should have at least let her settle in first before surprising us this way.”
“Why are you angry about my arrival?” She questioned.
“I’m not angry. I just…my daughter must be very shock now.” You know me too well, dad. I’m very shock right now. I don’t do families. The only family I know are my parents…
Right now I’m being very cautious…I mean, what if dad’s parents doesn’t like me? What if they see me as an embarra-ssment because of my dressing? What if they ask me to dress more like a girl? What if?
Wait, I’m beginning to sound like a girl right now. Yes, I am a girl but no, I don’t think or act like one.
She turned to look at me. “Are you shock, sweetheart?”
“Honestly…yes. I… I’m not expecting to meet you,” Just then her husband arrived. “you both here.” I completed the sentence, clenching my fist.
She stared down at my clenched fist and nodded her head in und-erstanding…right?
“We are so sorry, dear. Honestly I told your mother it was a wrong idea coming here but you know how she can be.” He smiled at me. “How are you, love?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled back. He glanced down at my dressing as if trying to rate ‘his granddaughter’
“Not bad.” He laughed.
“Dad,” Dad called warningly.
“Come on, I’m trying to see the work that woman put in my granddaughter.”
‘that woman?’ Was he referring to my mother or someone else?
Dad held my hand as if trying to rea-ssure me that everything will be okay. Although I see nothing wrong here aside from the fact that this man had just referred my mother as ‘that woman’
“Dad, we are just coming back from a very long trip…we need to rest.” Dad said.
“Oh, sure. Dear,” He turned to his wife. “Let’s go and leave them to rest.”
“Alright then. But,” The woman smiled at me. “I will come here everyday…I need to spend time with you not after your mother denied me that right.”
“Mother.”
What’s going on? Why does it feel like dad’s parents don’t like mom?
“We are leaving.” They both hug-ged me and walked away, smiling.
I turned to look at dad with a frown on my face. “Does your parents hate nom?”
Dad was a bit taken aback by my question,,,. “You need to rest, princess.” He said, avoiding the question.
“Dad…” I began but he cuts me off immediately.
“I will be late for the meeting. Cleo is going to show you to your room, okay?” He ki-ssed me on my forehead and walked out.
What the hell just happened!?
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“You must be Gwendolyn.” A young lady definitely around my age said as she walked out of the kitchen, I guess.
“Hi!” I waved, stuffing my hands into my pan-ts pocket. “And you must be Cleo.”
“Oh yeah.” She grabbed my luggage, “I will show you to your room.”
“Thanks.” I trailed after her quietly. We finally arrived in front of a door which had a name imprinted in front of it _Princess_
Really dad? Princess? Like seriously? I wouldn’t mind if they had just imprinted ‘Tomboy’ or ‘G’ or ‘Gwendolyn’ What am i even saying? The deed has already been done.
She opened the door and walked in, I followed after her. The room was large and beautiful. It had a queen sized bed, a black dressing table, a giant photo of me at the other side of the wall…the room even has a balcony!
Damn! It felt like I was in a fu-cking castle.
“This is my room?” I questioned, drawing the black curtains open _I might not like how dressy this room is but one thing I do like is the choice of color, black is my favorite_
“Yes. Do you like it? I made sure to put a lot of effort into arranging it.” She grinned.
“Oh, you designed the room yourself?” I questioned, picking interest in her life.
“Yeah. Though your father helped a lot. He told me what color to use.” She explained.
I nod my head looking around. “Not bad.”
“Anyway, have your bath while I prepare you something to eat, okay?” She turned to leave but I stopped her.
“Wait!”
She turned around to look at me. “Yes?”
“How old are you?” Okay, that was dumb. Who the hell ask for the age of someone you b-arely even know? Me, actually.
She hesitate for a while before saying with a shrug. “18.”
“18…oh, we are age mate then.” I smiled sheepishly at her.
She mirrored my facial expression. “Yeah… it’s high time I have my age mate around.”
“You live here, right?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I live here with my mom, you will get to see her soon. Anyway,” She sighed. “I should get going, she probably needs my a-ssistance.”
“Sure. Thanks anyway.”
She raised a questioning brow at me. “Thanks for what?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know…for showing me to my room?”
She laughed shaking her head. “Hey, you can’t always thank me whenever I do something for you… because I can picture myself helping you a lot in the future.”
We both started laughing. “I think it should be the other way round.”
“CLEO!” We heard a voice called from downstairs.
“That must be your mom.”
“Yup. I should get going now….oh, I love your shoes.” She winked and walked away.
Damn, who the fu-ck is that girl?
New York might not be as bad as I thought. Who knows I might get to love New York more as long as I don’t see dad’s parents ever again.
****To Be Continued****