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    🦋 💓 MY CAMPUS LIFE 🦋 💓
    (A Love 💓 Gone Wrong)

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    The latter’s heart beating like a drum*

    I got discharged the following day and mum had me pack my things, so we could go home.

    I didn’t know why she took the whole stuff serious, and the thing that got me even angrier, was the fact that she didn’t believe that I had nothing to do with any of it.

    Her silence was killing me, and I couldn’t wait to get out of the car.

    “Mum, will you quit it already. It’s been six hours!” I whined.

    “Six hours. Good.” she slammed the car door and left me standing.

    “Unbelievable!” I scoffed, and moved to the back of the car. “If she’s ignoring me, I’m not talking either.”

    “Hi, ma’am Trish.” our housekeepers greeted as I walked in.

    Mum was already seated on the couch, her eyes focused on the big screen.

    She was still mad at me, that I could tell. And I couldn’t but feel bad about being the only ally there—mum, who ought to be comforting me, was the one being mute. I was also a victim. I lost my own child—Derek’s child! If I was ever going to tell him…

    “Mum, you gotta believe me. I had nothing to do with getting rid of the pregnancy.” I brought the topic up again, the disdain in her eyes not hidden.

    “Oh, really?” she stood up. “Now, why don’t you explain what got you sleeping in the hospital for a day?”

    “That’s what I can’t say, Mum. I really don’t know!” I struck my palm, trying not to scream at her.

    “Trish. My child—” she called, her hand placed on mine. “Tell me the truth. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you had nothing to do with killing your unborn child.”

    I did as she requested, and said, “I had nothing to do with it, mother. Please believe me.”

    “Then who must have done it?”

    I couldn’t say. I was the only one present that day. And besides, why would anyone think of such? I haven’t done anything wrong.

    “Tricia…”

    “Mum, I don’t know. I can’t say, alright?” I rolled my eyes and clasped my hands together.

    “Well, that settles it. You are not to see that boy again!”

    I shouted. “Seriously, Mom?!”

    “Don’t make me ground you, young lady!” she raised her voice.

    “But Mum, I’m not a kid anymore. And I’ve got a libido.” I made clear.

    “You better control it, then! What were you thinking having sex with someone you barely knew?”

    I kept mute, not knowing what to say.

    The doorbell rang, and Josie went to answer it.

    “Is Lucille at home?”

    The voice that had rolled in, got me still.

    Mum and Patrick… together?

    Seeing mum’s face turn pale, already answered my question.

    “H-honey, go up to your room,” mum said to me, as though I was a kid they could bribe with a fancy candy.

    “Mum, what is this I see?”

    “Baby, just do it.”

    “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, until you explain to me! What the hell is Patrick doing in our house?”

    “Baby, words!”

    “Mum, you’re so unbelievable!” I couldn’t believe it. “You’re going out with Dad’s coworker? Is that it?”

    She threw me an angry stare. “Baby, please!”

    “You shouldn’t talk to your mother that way, Tricia!” Patrick stepped in.

    “And so what if I do?” I folded my arms and gritted my teeth. “What are you doing here anyway? Did anyone invite you?”

    “Tricia!” hushed my mother.

    And I turned to face her. “Mum, you really have to explain to me. Are you and Patrick together?”

    “Tricia, I can explain.” she made to touch me, and I moved backwards. “I can’t believe you right now.” I unclasped my arms and rushed upstairs.

    Awe. Poor Trishy poo 😪😪😪.

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    🦋 💓 MY CAMPUS LIFE 🦋 💓
    (A Love 💓 Gone Wrong)

    🦋 💓 🦋 EPISODE FORTY-ONE 🦋💓🦋

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    ☆ LUCILLE’S P.O.V ☆

      I watched as my daughter climbed up the stairs. Why did Patrick have to come now? “And what are you doing here, you? I told you Tricia wasn’t going to be home until the semester’s over!”

      “And you lied!”

      “I lied so that this wouldn’t happen,” I growled. “And now, look what your stubbornness has caused!” I put the blame on him.

      “Look. I only wanted to see my daughter. That’s all.”

      “Are you kidding me? I made it clear to you that she won’t be coming home soon.”

      “And she did, didn’t she?”

      My brows shot up at his question. “How did you know that she’d be home anyways?”

      “I didn’t.” he answered swiftly.

      I wasn’t convinced by it but had to let it go.

      “Does she know?”

       I looked at him in surprise. “What is she supposed to know?”

      “That I’m her father!” he made to go upstairs.

      “Wh-what? Are you crazy?!” I tried not to scream.

      “Lucille, you have to tell her!”
     
      I gasped at his words. “You’re not trying to steal my daughter from me, are you now?”

      He chuckled, annoying me.

      “Okay, just because we’re friends, does mean you can go about making the rules in my home.”

      “I ain’t making any rules here,”

      “You know what I mean!” I shot back.

      He ignored me and walked all the way up. I huffed and followed him, half scared, and also in thoughts about how Tricia would react on hearing him spill everything.

      No. No, I can’t let him do this! I yelled in my mind, running after him. “Patrick please—” I begged. “Don’t do this.”

      “I’m already doing it, Lucille. Tricia is my daughter!” he yelled.

      “And mine too! What do you think will happen when she gets to know? It’d leave her shattered! I can’t have my baby go through that.”

      He stopped and turned. “Then you better let it out now!”

    “Patrick, you can’t do this,” I still didn’t give in to the idea. “Didn’t we talk about this? Why are you acting this way?”

      “I am acting this way, Lucille, because you have kept my daughter from me for so long. Maybe you should try being in my shoes, so you could see the pains that I’ve been through all these years.”

      I could really see it in his eyes—and could also feel it.

      Patrick’s right. He also had a right to my daughter. But what am I to do now? God! I have to make things right. “I-I’ll do it.”

      “Hm?”

      “I said, I will do it,” though the words felt heavy as I spoke, I needed the courage to do what I had in mind. It’s now or never! I took his hand off the handle and turned it myself.

      “Tricia. Honey?”

      “Go away!” my daughter’s angry voice greeted me.

      “Baby, please just listen,”

      “What else do you wanna explain? That you’ve been having an affair with Dad’s coworker? That’s messed up!” she threw her head to the side.

      “Baby, Patrick and I are just friends, and…”

      “And what?!” her head came in my direction, a glare rested upon her face.

      “And… and—” I couldn’t say what I had in mind. I can’t do this. Tricia will never be able to forgive me.

      “You know what, Mum? Just go! I don’t wanna talk to you.” she said, and my breath grew thinner at that moment.

      She doesn’t even want to see me, I gulped in pain. My own daughter doesn’t want to see me.

      “Tricia,” Patrick walked in.

      He must have overheard us talking as I had forgotten that he was just right outside. “Patrick no!”

      “Lucille, we have to tell her the truth,”

      “What truth?”

      The words that came out of Patrick’s mouth, made her stand.

      “What truth is he talking about mother?” she asked, with brows furrowed in confusion.

      “It’s nothing, my child,”

      “Lucille!”

      “I can’t. I really can’t.” I buried my face in my palms and ran out.

      Patrick followed me as my vision got blurred from the tears that kept flowing from their glands.

      I couldn’t believe the truth was going to be out. After all these years—these long long years, my daughter was going to have a reason to hate me!

      “Lucille, wait up!” Patrick called.

      But I chose to ignore, rushing out the front door.

      “Lucille! Lucille!”

      I had no idea what I was doing. But I knew I had to be far away from here—away from my daughter. She shouldn’t know about this. She shouldn’t know…

      “Lucille! Lucille—”

      A screeching noise brought me back to reality, as I came hard on the floor.

    ☆ TO BE CONT’D ☆

    From your loving Authoress ✍️

     

     

     

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    I pulled myself up from the ground, and swung my head in the direction of the sound that I had heard before. “Patrick!” I gasped at the pool of blood not so far from where I was.

    Patrick was the one that saved me. He had saved my life—

    “Lucille!”

    I looked up to see Nanny Pearl and the rest of the maids coming in our direction.

    “Nanny! Nanny, call an ambulance.” I called to her, dragging myself to where Patrick laid.

    I couldn’t believe he risked his life for me. Why did he do that? I asked myself, not understanding his reason. I had forgotten all about the bruises that I had gotten from the fall, as I was only concerned about Patrick.

    There’s no how I’ll be able to bear it if the father of my child dies too—I sobbed endlessly.

    “Mum. Mum!”

    I raised my head as Tricia rushed towards me.

    “I’m okay. I’m okay.” I spoke breathlessly, wrapping my arms around her.

    I held her tightly. I didn’t know how to tell her that it was her father that was covered in blood.

    Gracious Lord, please save Patrick. Please save the father of my child—those were my prayers.

    “Your husband will be okay, Mrs…”

    “N-Nielsen.” I completed his words, and Tricia looked at me.

    “Mum, what are you…?”

    “It’s Nielsen, doctor,” I continued. “How is he now?” I wished to know, my voice containing a hint of the panic I still felt, as I was still shaken from the incident—and couldn’t stop blaming myself for being the cause of him getting run down.

    What have I done? What was I thinking?

    “Doctor, are you really sure he’s going to be okay?”

    I looked at Tricia as she asked. Oh, my baby. All this started with your mother. If only I had told you the truth long before now, this wouldn’t have happened!

    “Mother, what were you thinking?! Why did you have to rush off like that? What got into you?” her multiple questions came at once.

    “Baby, can we please not do this now?” I hoped that she’d listen and stop. “Now’s not a good time.” I went further to say.

    “Oh, yeah?”

    I averted my gaze, not wanting any of her problems. “So, what are you saying now, doctor? Are we allowed to see him?” I inquired hastily

    And he said, “You can’t do that now, Mrs. Nielsen—oh, and please call me Robert. Doctor Robert.”

    I managed a faint smile, as he excused himself and left.

    “What was that?”

    “What was what?” I arched my brows at my daughter.

    “You know what I’m talking about!”

    “Ugh! Do you always have to argue with your mother? I mean, seriously, why can’t you just let me rest?”

    “Let you rest? Mother?” her eyes glistened with disbelief.

    “Yeah! I’m serious here!”

    “And I’m serious, too!” her right foot struck the floor. “What was the whole Mrs. Nielsen stuff about?” she stressed, not giving up.

    “Baby, come on. Can’t you just let Mommy be for a while? Aren’t you tired yourself?” I faked a yawn as he asked.

    “Do you love, Patrick, mother?” her sudden question glued me to the spot.

    I was giving her reasons to ask. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come.

    “Well, do you?”

    I got up to my feet, not wanting to answer her, and left to her surprise. Lame! But I rather did so than faced what came after.

    ☆ TRICIA ☆

    Mum should better not be in love with that guy. I mean, why would she even think of such? Dad died last year. How is it that she moved on so fast? I still couldn’t believe it.

    I felt sorry for Patrick, and also didn’t know why I had some strange feelings about him. Mum seemed down knowing he was in a bad condition, giving me more reasons to believe that their relationship was barley a friendship one, like she claimed it to be.

    I got home that day, happy to know nanny was around. I was determined to ask her certain things that I had in mind, and hoped she would give me just what I wanted.

    “Nanny,”

    “Yes, child.”

    “Do you have any idea who Patrick Nielsen is?”

    The smile on her face disappeared, and she dropped the spatula in her hand.

    “Nanny?”

    “Y-yes.”

    “Nanny, what is it?” I drew closer as she took her apron off.

    “Nanny!”

    “I’m not allowed to say, all right? You can ask your mother. She’ll know more.”

    “But Nanny, she wouldn’t say.” I got my arms folded, surprised that she didn’t want to tell me.

    “Ask your mother, Tricia. Please!” she tossed the apron on the kitchen chair and left me rooted to the ground.

    I must find out what’s going on—I must get to know who this Patrick really is!

    Will she ever do?

    What will happen when she does?

    Don’t forget to drop your comment.

    Your loving Authoress ✍️

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    🦋 💓 MY CAMPUS LIFE 🦋 💓
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    🦋 💓 🦋 EPISODE FORTY-THREE 🦋💓🦋

    🦋 💓 UNEDITED 🦋 💓

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       Tricia searched for answers, as she was determined to know who Patrick Nielsen was and why her mother had grown so attached to him.

      Patrick on the other hand was yet to regain consciousness. His ribs were broken, and nothing other than a miracle would get him back on his feet!

      Lucille on her part didn’t want to give up. She believed that everything would be alright, and her daughter would have her father back, this she had in mind.

      “Hang in there, Patrick,” she spoke amidst tears—”Your daughter needs you. I need you! I know that I’ve wronged you all these years, but if you would just open your eyes, I promise to make everything go back to the way it was, to the way we were. Remember the time you promised you were never going to leave my side? I know you must have forgotten, but never for once did I, Neil. Our love was the most magnificent thing that could conquer all odds, but I ended up ruining it. You have no idea how I lived knowing that I was the cause of everything that happened between us. And now, I really hope you can forgive me.”

    She loved Patrick—she still yearned for him. But all those years she was with Raymond, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything for him. She couldn’t deny the fact that she needed him, and was eager to tell her daughter that her father has been there all along. 

      All this started with her, she told herself. The one night in LA, which should have been a normal one, turned out the opposite.

      She had met him again—her long time college sweetheart, who she had never thought she would see. An all-too-familiar pain had tightened her throat the moment she had seen him in the conference meeting. It was exasperating for her, and she wondered how this one guy she thought she had long forgotten could still quicken her pulses.

      She had wanted to avoid him then, but her inner mind had already taken control. It really was him, she thought to herself—a fiery bolt so great taking control of her body with such force; the shock… a paralyzing one—one she had never felt in years.

      His name was Patrick Nielsen. “But you can call me Neil,” he had said once upon a memory.

      

      She remembered those days they would walk in the moonlight. And how she’d call him all kinds of names—darling, love—all she could never forget.

      It was her blinding love that made her commit the greatest sin of all. And now, the consequences were all hers to bear!

      “No! No, please. Let me go!”

      “You have failed me, Lucille.”

      “I didn’t mean to, Raymond. Please don’t do this. Don’t kill me!”

     ☆

      “So, you say you keep having this dream about Dad?” Tricia’s question rolled in as Lucille narrated the dream to her.

     “Mm-hmm. Baby, do you think your Dad’s trying to tell me something?” 

     

      “I don’t know. I’m not the one going out with his coworker.” 

      Her mother’s countenance fell on hearing her say that. “Baby, I didn’t call so you could start criticizing me or anything,” 

      “Don’t blame me! How is he anyway?” she asked, half-concerned.

     “He’s… stable!” came her mother’s reply. 

      “Good. Gotta go now.”

      “You’re in a rush,”

      “Uh, do you have any other thing to say? I’ve got class, you know?”

      “Oh, well. Take care, okay?”

     

      “Sure thing.”

      The line went dead.

      Tricia’s been giving her the cold shoulder, and she couldn’t help but feel bad about it.

      She sighed and looked back at the sleeping figure… he was yet to move a muscle, she observed, her chin rested on her clasped fingers. 

      Her stare lingered worriedly, bitter tears welling up in her eyes. If she had not run out like that, none of this would have happened, she wept helplessly.

      “Lu-Lucille… Lu-Lucille…”

      She raised her head at the call. “P-Patrick?”

      “M-my d-daugh …ter. M-my…”

       “Oh, Patrick. Please stop talking. I’m going to call the doctor right away.” she spoke breathlessly.

      “Tricia,” he muttered. “Tricia—” 

      His breathing became abnormal, as the beeping noise that came from the machine drowned out his voice.

      “Patrick! Patrick, no. No! Doctor! N-Nurse! Nurse!” she screamed on seeing him jerking back and forth.

      Patrick was going to die, her negative mind roared to life. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, calling to the attention of the two nurses she saw in the hallway.

      The machine had already stopped beeping, and Patrick was no longer moving.

      She didn’t want to believe the voice that was telling her that he had left this world. She didn’t want to believe, until the doctor confirmed it.

      “Please, ma’am. You have to wait outside.” one of the nurses said to her the minute the doctor came in.

      She insisted that she stayed, while they did everything to save her lover’s life.

      She watched as the defibrillator was placed on him, and the reading came proving he was really gone.

      Patrick, you have to fight this! It’s not your time yet. You have to fight this! You can’t leave me now. No! No, you can’t leave me! You promised not to leave me. You promised you’d never leave me! Patrick… Patrick!

      I could see everything that was going on. Lucille was clearly calling out to me but I couldn’t touch her in anyway. Our love story shouldn’t end like this. It shouldn’t! I needed to be with my daughter. I had to see her one last time—

      “Patrick! Patrick, look at me!”

      I turned to see who was calling me. It was the least person I expected to see. “Mother?” 

      “Yes, son. It is your mother,” she smiled. “You have to come with me. Come with me, Patrick. Your father and I have been waiting for you.” she stretched out her hand, beckoning to me to come.

       She was dressed in a white robe, her head graced with a golden crown, as her skin shone brightly, as though decorated with gold.

      I’d never seen anything like it, and couldn’t understand why she was demanding that I go with her. I knew my time was yet to come, as I couldn’t leave my daughter just yet. How can I watch while she lives without a father? No! I must go back.

      “Patrick, you must come!”

      “I’m sorry, mother. But it’s not my time.” I said, and with that—she was no more!

      

    ☆ T.B.C ☆

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      Tricia searched for answers, as she was determined to know who Patrick Nielsen was and why her mother had grown so attached to him.

      Patrick on the other hand was yet to regain consciousness. His ribs were broken, and nothing other than a miracle would get him back on his feet!

      Lucille on her part didn’t want to give up. She believed that everything would be alright, and her daughter would have her father back, this she had in mind.

      “Hang in there, Patrick,” she spoke amidst tears—”Your daughter needs you. I need you! I know that I’ve wronged you all these years, but if you would just open your eyes, I promise to make everything go back to the way it was, to the way we were. Remember the time you promised you were never going to leave my side? I know you must have forgotten, but never for once did I, Neil. Our love was the most magnificent thing that could conquer all odds, but I ended up ruining it. You have no idea how I lived knowing that I was the cause of everything that happened between us. And now, I really hope you can forgive me.”

     

      She loved Patrick—she still yearned for him. But all those years she was with Raymond, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything for him. She couldn’t deny the fact that she needed him, and was eager to tell her daughter that her father has been there all along.

      All this started with her, she told herself. The one night in LA, which should have been a normal one, turned out the opposite.

      She had met him again—her long time college sweetheart, who she had never thought she would see. An all-too-familiar pain had tightened her throat the moment she had seen him in the conference meeting. It was exasperating for her, and she wondered how this one guy she thought she had long forgotten could still quicken her pulses.

      She had wanted to avoid him then, but her inner mind had already taken control. It really was him, she thought to herself—a fiery bolt so great taking control of her body with such force; the shock… a paralyzing one—one she had never felt in years.

      His name was Patrick Nielsen. “But you can call me Neil,” he had said once upon a memory.

     

      She remembered those days they would walk in the moonlight. And how she’d call him all kinds of names—darling, love—all she could never forget.

      It was her blinding love that made her commit the greatest sin of all. And now, the consequences were all hers to bear!

      “No! No, please. Let me go!”

      “You have failed me, Lucille.”

      “I didn’t mean to, Raymond. Please don’t do this. Don’t kill me!”

      “So, you say you keep having this dream about Dad?” Tricia’s question rolled in as Lucille narrated the dream to her.

    “Mm-hmm. Baby, do you think your Dad’s trying to tell me something?”

      “I don’t know. I’m not the one going out with his coworker.”

      Her mother’s countenance fell on hearing her say that. “Baby, I didn’t call so you could start criticizing me or anything,”

      “Don’t blame me! How is he anyway?” she asked, half-concerned.

    “He’s… stable!” came her mother’s reply.

      “Good. Gotta go now.”

      “You’re in a rush,”

      “Uh, do you have any other thing to say? I’ve got class, you know?”

      “Oh, well. Take care, okay?”

      “Sure thing.”

      The line went dead.

      Tricia’s been giving her the cold shoulder, and she couldn’t help but feel bad about it.

      She sighed and looked back at the sleeping figure… he was yet to move a muscle, she observed, her chin rested on her clasped fingers.

      Her stare lingered worriedly, bitter tears welling up in her eyes. If she had not run out like that, none of this would have happened, she wept helplessly.

      “Lu-Lucille… Lu-Lucille…”

      She raised her head at the call. “P-Patrick?”

      “M-my d-daugh …ter. M-my…”

      “Oh, Patrick. Please stop talking. I’m going to call the doctor right away.” she spoke breathlessly.

      “Tricia,” he muttered. “Tricia—”

      His breathing became abnormal, as the beeping noise that came from the machine drowned out his voice.

      “Patrick! Patrick, no. No! Doctor! N-Nurse! Nurse!” she screamed on seeing him jerking back and forth.

      Patrick was going to die, her negative mind roared to life. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, calling to the attention of the two nurses she saw in the hallway.

      The machine had already stopped beeping, and Patrick was no longer moving.

      She didn’t want to believe the voice that was telling her that he had left this world. She didn’t want to believe, until the doctor confirmed it.

      “Please, ma’am. You have to wait outside.” one of the nurses said to her the minute the doctor came in.

      She insisted that she stayed, while they did everything to save her lover’s life.

      She watched as the defibrillator was placed on him, and the reading came proving he was really gone.

      Patrick, you have to fight this! It’s not your time yet. You have to fight this! You can’t leave me now. No! No, you can’t leave me! You promised not to leave me. You promised you’d never leave me! Patrick… Patrick!

      I could see everything that was going on. Lucille was clearly calling out to me but I couldn’t touch her in anyway. Our love story shouldn’t end like this. It shouldn’t! I needed to be with my daughter. I had to see her one last time—

      “Patrick! Patrick, look at me!”

      I turned to see who was calling me. It was the least person I expected to see. “Mother?”

      “Yes, son. It is your mother,” she smiled. “You have to come with me. Come with me, Patrick. Your father and I have been waiting for you.” she stretched out her hand, beckoning to me to come.

      She was dressed in a white robe, her head graced with a golden crown, as her skin shone brightly, as though decorated with gold.

      I’d never seen anything like it, and couldn’t understand why she was demanding that I go with her. I knew my time was yet to come, as I couldn’t leave my daughter just yet. How can I watch while she lives without a father? No! I must go back.

      “Patrick, you must come!”

      “I’m sorry, mother. But it’s not my time.” I said, and with that—she was no more!

     

    ☆ T.B.C ☆

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    🦋 💓 MY CAMPUS LIFE 🦋 💓
    (A Love 💓 Gone Wrong)

    💓 BY JESSICA DURU 💓

    🦋 💓 🦋 EPISODE FORTY-FOUR 🦋💓🦋

    🦋 💓 UNEDITED 🦋 💓

    ☆ ☆ ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ ☆ ☆

    Patrick was gone. I couldn’t believe he really was. The doctor tried all that he could to save him, but still… nothing.

    My tears couldn’t stop flowing, and I wished that I could turn back the hands of time, so everything would be like the way it was.

    Patrick was gone—I was going to live with the guilt that I killed my baby’s father. Oh! How shall I live?

    Achoo—a light sneeze alerted me, and I turned to know what was going on.

    “Patrick?” I gasped, getting my hand on his swiftly, as I watched as his eyelids made effort to slide open.

    I stared with mouth agape, not believing my eyes. He’s moving! He’s really moving! I screamed with joy, holding him tightly.

    Mom called me last night, insisting that I came home, as it was urgent. I wondered what it was, and why she was calling me out of Fitchburg just like that, with the tag ‘ urgent’, as she had used to keep me in suspense, making me catch the first bus back to Henson.

    “Hey, Mum,” I greeted, beckoning to Derek to come in.

    “Oh, hi, sweetie. You’re here.” she returned my greeting with a kiss, taking no notice of our guest.

    “Dad?” Derek’s voice got Mom and me glued to the spot.

    “Derek, did you just say Dad?” my eyes widened hearing him call Mum’s boyfriend that.

    You should definitely scratch the B-word out, ’cause Mum would definitely yell our heads off if she heard us saying that.

    “D-Dad?” Mum stammered, as though the words felt heavy in her mouth. “Patrick, what is this?” she rolled her eyes at him, as Patrick sat up slowly.

    “I can explain,” his words reminded me of Mum’s.

    What the hell is happening in this family? I thought to myself.

    I looked at Mum and she threw me a “Don’t say anything” look, my humble self catching the signal—as my lips remained shut.

    “Who is he?” Mum’s question came simultaneously with Derek’s sounding voice.

    “Girlfriend?” Mum froze at the spot on hearing Derek tell his father who I was to him. “No! No, you two can’t be together,”

    I looked at mum as her whole body shook intensely. This certainly wasn’t how I was going to introduce Derek to her—it was going to be a surprise. But it turned out hers was waiting for us to come.

    “I don’t understand, mother. What do you mean by we can’t be together?”

    “You just can’t!” she shouted to my surprise.

    “M-mum,” I called shakily, inching closer to her. “Mum, are you all right?”

    She trembled even more, the sweat on her forehead glistening for everyone to see.

    “Mum!”

    “Because Patrick is your father! He’s your father, Tricia!”

    “What?! My father? M-my father?” I blinked for a second and stopped, no word coming out of my mouth.

    “Trish? Baby?”

    I laughed out loud, scaring my mother.

    “Baby. Baby, what’s funny?”

    “You are,” I continued, holding my belly. “You actually thought that I’d believe that. I watched them lower my father into the ground!” I gritted with contempt. “You are blinded by love, mother!” I spat in her face. I looked at Patrick, then at Derek—and turned to face my mother again. “Mother, what has happened to you?” I asked. “Why would you say such a thing when you’re aware that my Dad is resting heaven?” I had no idea what I was saying. It seemed I was going mad with every word I was uttering. “You can’t possibly say that Patrick is my father… and Derek is my brother,” I jeered at the thought. “And how are you, kind sir? I thought you were bedridden?”

    “Belinda!”

    I turned as my mum called me back to my senses. “Mum?” I staggered backwards as I felt someone’s hands behind me. “D-Derek?” I looked at mum again. “Mum. Mum, tell me you’re not saying the truth! Tell me you’re not!” I freed myself from Derek’s arms and walked towards her. “Mum, tell me… tell me Patrick isn’t really my father! My father is dead. I have no father. Mum, tell me this isn’t true!”

    “Baby—” she made to hold me and I pushed her away.

    “No! No, don’t come any closer. I wanna die. I don’t want to live anymore! I want to die. I want to die! I slept with my own brother! My flesh and blood!” I yelled so loud, wishing the spirit of death would take me at that instant.

    Patrick is my father… and Derek—my brother! How am I going to live with the thought? I wept convulsively as mum’s arms came around me.

    I could tell she was crying too. I didn’t know whether to hate her at that moment, or to let my emotions not get the best of me. All this time I had thought daddy was my real father, only to realize that my own mother took me as a fool.

    I had a sister all along and dad never bothered telling me? No! Tricia can’t be my sister. She can’t be. “Dad, tell me this isn’t true?”

    “Calm down, son. I’m not feeling well.”

    “Not feeling well?! Dad, what was the last thing you told me when I called?”

    “Son…”

    “No! I am not your son! You lied to me. You lied to me all these years! You made me stay with aunt, and even had me bear your middle name all because you had a family you never told us about?” I rolled my eyes in disbelief. “Did mum know about this? Did mum know that you had another woman you never said a word about, even after she died?!”

    “Son, please…”

    “Don’t call me your son!” I snapped with rage. “If I were your son, you would never have lied to me!” I stormed off, not bothering to look back.

    ☆ T.B.C ☆

    I really apologize for the late post, guys. I’ve been so busy. Like really busy 😪.

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