January 11, 2021 at 9:00 am #1426778
🦋 💓 MY CAMPUS LIFE 🦋 💓
(A Love 💓 Gone Wrong)
💓 BY JESSICA DURU 💓
🦋 💓 🦋 EPISODE FORTY-FIVE 🦋💓🦋
🦋 💓 UNEDITED 🦋 💓
☆ ☆ ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ ☆ ☆
Patrick was stunned by the whole scene. This wasn’t how he wanted his son to know about Lucille. He had no idea the two siblings were one day going to bump into each other. If only he had known the consequences, he would not have hidden the truth from him.
Oh, Emma, I wish you were here, this was Patrick’s wish. If not his darling wife died in childbirth, she would still be here with him. Although he had Lucille, he missed his wife so much, as she knew just the right thing to say, especially when it came to their son. He had to tell him the truth, it dawned on him. He had to know now the truth about his daughter was out in the open.
💘 PATRICK’S ☆ P.O.V 💘
I had just been discharged from the hospital, thanks to Lucille. I had no idea what was waiting for me, until my son came walking in through that door.
How could I have never seen this?
Derek’s been telling me all about this fancy sweet girl he had met, never knowing it was my daughter. No. It’s high time I told him the truth.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a son with Emma?”
I raised my head to see Lucille glaring at me. I didn’t want to say anything that’d end up getting the situation worse, so I said nothing and laid back down.
“Oh, you’re ignoring me now?”
“Because I never thought a day like this would come!” I snapped.
“Well, now it has. Are you happy?”
“Not at all! Besides, I wasn’t the only one keeping things…”
“That’s different, Patrick! This is exactly why I didn’t want Tricia knowing about what went on years ago.”
“And is that why you hid her from me?”
“You know, you’re unbelievable!” I wished to be out of her sight… and also regretted not ever telling her about my son. She deserved to know the truth. And it’s time she heard it from me.
“You have to know something,”
She raised a brow. “What is it that you wanna say?”
I sighed and sat up slowly, feeling my sides as they hurt. “A little help please?” I smiled up at her.
And she gave a shrug. “Still mad.”
“Oh, come on,”
“Our daughter is being caught up in this, Patrick,”
“And my son?”
She gave no reply. How am I sure she’s ready for this? Can I really trust her with something this big?
“Patrick, quit playing games and say whatever thing you wanna say.” she snapped me out of thoughts.
“You really do think I’m playing? Huh?” I asked her.
And she swallowed hard. “No—” then added, “Just can’t believe you hid something so big from me.”
So she thinks that’s even bigger? I smiled within me.
“So… are you gonna say what you have in mind? Or you can let me go see how my daughter’s doing?”
I nodded slightly and asked her to sit. “You need to know something,” I started lamely. Shit! “I mean, there’s something you should know—” F--k!
“Something?” her brows arched up again.
It was funny the way it did; the way she looked at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at that moment. And I guess that did it…
“Now you’re laughing,” she made to stand.
“No, I’m not,” I got my face back to normal. “But I’m serious,” I said with shoulders shrugged. “I know I should have told you earlier, but, um…”
I moved my lips to talk as the doorbell rang, stopping me from saying what I had in mind. Saved by the bell! I heaved a sigh of relief, happy it actually rang.
“I’ll go see to it,”
I let her do so, not bringing the topic up later on. If anyone was going to hear it, it should be Derek! I thought inwardly, hoping it was the right thing to do.
💘 TRI☆CIA 💘
I clung to Dad’s picture, remembering the times we spent together. I missed him—if only he was here to comfort me. Memories of the beautiful moments Derek and I shared rushed in suddenly, sweeping dad’s off—from when we hung out for the first time to the time he and I became a couple, they were there. We had made out not just once, not just twice—and as though it wasn’t enough, I had ended up carrying his child without him ever knowing. I couldn’t live like this. I couldn’t live with the feeling that I’ve been in love with my half brother. I placed the picture frame back where it was and got my feet down on the floor. I was going to put an end to this—an end to everything that had yielded nothing but pain!
I got up and started toward the wardrobe. I got it open in no time and searched for a pair of scissors… since a knife wouldn’t be that easy to get, with mum on the lookout. I found it just below tons of dresses loaded inside, and was glad to know that I’d be seeing my beloved father again; the thought—making me beam with smiles… though my heart throbbed with pain.
I took the scissors out, ready to stab myself with it, as the sound of the door hung my hand in the air.
“Tricia!” Nanny Pearl’s voice came.
“What are you doing?”
“Nanny, I can’t live like this anymore. I wanna die!” I returned my gaze to where the scissors stood suspended in the air, ready for whatever thing that came after
“Tricia! No! No—Lucille!” she called loudly.
I heard my name called. Nanny Pearl must have seen something that made her yell in that way. What could it be?
“Seems that daughter of yours is at it again,” Mrs. Nguyen, our neighbour, said to me.
Smiling faintly, I excused myself and left to answer the call, telling her that I’d be back when everything was sorted out.
“Oh, what has that girl done now?” I muttered under my breath.
“Is everything all right?” Patrick asked as I walked past him.
“Doesn’t seem like it,” I said with a shake of my head as I hurried upstairs.
The sound was coming from Tricia’s room, like I had thought. But Nanny Pearl’s screams were quite alarming. Tricia wasn’t playing any pranks on her—meaning it was something different.
“Nanny!” I quickened my pace, flushed with fear.
“Oh, Lucille. Please hurry. Your daughter has gone crazy.” her panic stricken voice greeted me as I reached the top of the staircase. “Nanny. Nanny, what is it?”
“Hurry! Hurry, child,”
She dragged me with her as I followed, moving into Tricia’s room as I saw my only child attempting to kill herself.
“Tricia!” I shouted. “Baby? B-aby, please drop the scissors,”
She brought her hand down and pointed its end at me. “You are the cause of this, mommy,” she said as tears dropped from my eyes. “Now tell me. Why should I listen to you?”
“Baby, please just listen! Don’t do this, my love,”
“I said don’t come any closer!” she said in all seriousness. Was she really going to stab me with the scissors? What has gotten into my daughter?
“Mum, you are the one who cheated on dad. You slept with another man behind his back and never told him about it. Why, mother? What did dad ever do to you?!”
“I-I know. I know I’ve wrong your dad in so many ways… and even you. But please honey… please put the scissors down. I’m really sorry for everything. Just drop the scissors, okay? Please baby—” I had never known this pain. I had come to realize that my own daughter hated me. I was the cause of what she had become. If anyone was going to be blamed, I was. I made my daughter this way, and now she was never going to forgive me.
“Then I guess it’s goodbye!”
I watched the scissors swing into motion, and the lights went out.
☆ T.B.C ☆
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Five shares to unlock 💘💘💘+1January 11, 2021 at 9:02 am #1426779January 11, 2021 at 9:03 am #1426780
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Baby doll @ciarajessy happy new year , how can i forget my own sister kwanu ?
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Ride on dear.+1January 12, 2021 at 8:45 am #1426936
MCL- A LOVE GONE WRONG 46 💘💘💘
BY ☆ JESSICA ☆ DURU
Even the lights knew I had wronged my daughter. We didn’t know what had gone on. But what we saw sent cold chills up our spine.
“Tricia!” We hurried to where she laid, our yells one could hear if he or she was standing right outside.
There was no blood anywhere, meaning she had dropped the scissors the minute the lights went out.
A relief, I breathed and pulled her up, caressing her face in the process. I was happy she was okay, and was relieved that her eyes were still open.
We were confused on how all the lights in the house had gone out by themselves. And was at the same time thankful that it had actually caused a distraction, making her not do what she had in mind.
I carried her in my arms, not minding if she was heavy. I placed her carefully on the bed, kissed her lightly on her cheek and sat down beside her. She’s not saying anything “Why isn’t she saying anything?” I panicked. Will she be okay, Nanny?” I looked up at Nanny, not so sure if I needed an answer.
I looked down at Tricia again, pleading for her to talk. Her lips remained closed, like she had not heard me, Nanny Pearl asking me not to worry, as she assured me that she was going to be just fine. If not she was breathing, and her eyes were wide open, I would have sworn she was no more. But God forbid that ever happened.
Tricia wasn’t the only one having a hard time believing the truth. Derek’s was far much worse as he broke every object he could lay his hands on. He had always trusted his dad and had always looked up to him. He couldn’t believe his own father could lie to him, not caring if he ended up hurt. “He should have told me the truth all along,” he thought aloud. “And not make me look like a fool!” he thundered in his room.
He had slept with his blood, he couldn’t believe. He was in love with his own sister, he sulked at the awful thought. How was he going to tell anyone who came asking? his emotions couldn’t let him be.
Aunt Marcie and Uncle Martins were soon going to be back. He had to put everything back to the way it was, he realized, giving a scan of his room, which was a total mess. The posters that were once on the wall, were now scattered all over the place, with every one of them torn to shreds. Derek’s rage was one you wouldn’t want to witness, and no one other than his mum could calm him down—if only she was there, the poor bloke thought soberly.
He was forced to get up to his feet, and was left with no option but to pick up a broom and tidy up the place. The thought of Tricia crowded his mind once again. Muttering her name, as though she was there, he wondered how she was and hoped she was taking things a lot more easier than he was.
Although he had tried getting her off his mind, it wasn’t that easy doing so, as his feelings were still there. How could he possibly let go of the one person he had always longed to have? He couldn’t bring himself to do so. He also didn’t know how to face her now, and wished he could just end everything so he wouldn’t have to bear all that he felt inside. He had to move on, that he knew. And had to stay strong, though the scar remained…
Meanwhile, back at school Philip and Daphne were at it again. They were arguing about something they couldn’t come to terms with—
“How do you expect I go with you?” Philip asked, “You’re not serious about this, are you?”
Daphne waved the tickets at him. “You bet I am,” she grinned up at him.
“My God!” gasped a surprised Philip. “You are serious!” he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“That’s right. We’re going to Switzerland, baby!” she clasped his arms and began swinging them.
“No. No, there’s no way I’m going to Switzerland with you.” Philip snatched his hand away. “I mean, what were you thinking?” he asked. “I’ve got school. Grams’ here. And—” he couldn’t say. Not with Daphne locking her lips with his.
“Mm… mm—” he struggled to break free. “Daphne!” he pulled away breathlessly. “What has gotten into you?”
Daphne smiled wickedly. “Wouldn’t you love to go with me, baby? We can start a family over there, you know?” she inched closer to him as he moved backwards.
“A family?” Philip grew irritated at the sound.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied with a nod. “You got any problem with that?”
“Can you just hear yourself?”
She frowned at his question. “What? I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?” she twisted her lips.
And Philip shook his head. “You’re impossible!” the angry lad said and walked out on her.
“Mm. You think you’re smart, Philip—but I’ll show you that I’m not the girl you think I am!”
TRICIA’S ☆ P.O.V
Derek was clearly avoiding me, just at the time I needed him most. I didn’t care if we were siblings. I only wished to feel his arms around me again.
I’ve been staring at my phone for quite sometime now, hoping that he’d call. I wiped my tears off and looked down at it again—a number I couldn’t recognize coming in at that moment. “Who can it be?” I couldn’t resist moving my thumb on the screen, so I could know who it was.
I froze on hearing it. I tried not to sniff and held back my tears, not so sure if his voice was what I wanted to hear.
“Trish, if you can hear me, look out your window,” he instructed.
And I followed—
I brought the phone down shakily as colourful balloons came into sight, each having an inscription that I could clearly make out. “I’M SORRY,”
“I LOVE YOU,”
I frowned. Love isn’t just anything you say, I found it so hard to smile, a cuckoo sound making me turn.
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💘 JAY☆C 💘+1January 12, 2021 at 8:48 am #1426937
Happy new year, dear. I thought you did o0January 12, 2021 at 9:08 pm #1427056
MCL- A LOVE GONE WRONG 47 💘💘💘
BY ☆ JESSICA ☆ DURU
“What are you doing here?” I asked through clenched teeth the moment he came inside.
“Trish, let me explain…”
“Oh, I am sick of hearing that word!”
He sighed, placing his hand on mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt it. But I could say I missed having it there. What am I saying? “Phil, why the hell are you here?”
“Your mum called saying that you needed me,”
“My mum called? Seriously?!” I grew furious even more. Can’t someone be left alone in this house? Why did mum have to involve Philip?
“I know I’ve wronged you…”
“Don’t!” I stopped him from saying. “Don’t even use that word. Na-ah!” I was really tired of it to be sincere. And I couldn’t wait to be out of his sight, not after all he’s done.
“Tricia, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’m really sorry I hurt you with my actions. I should have been there for you. Okay? I shouldn’t have pushed you away—”
I threw my head to the side, trying not to let go of my tears. Philip shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this at all. “Philip, just go. Just leave…”
“I said go! I don’t want to see you,” tears streamed down my cheeks as I couldn’t hold it anymore.
He was hurt by my words, but I couldn’t care any less about how he felt. He hurt me. He should have thought about me before going back to his ex. I’ll never be able to forgive you, Philip. You brought this on yourself.
Tricia would never be able to forgive me. I couldn’t stop myself for feeling sorry for everything. I should have been there for her. I never should have let Daphne get into my head. I knew I was the cause of her pain—and if anything wasn’t done, she’d end up hating me for the rest of her life.
Philip couldn’t bear the thought of Tricia hating him. He knew he had to make things right. And by doing that, he had to choose between the two girls. Daphne was his first love, though their relationship wasn’t one he fancied. It was complicated; not passionate like he wanted. It was filled with lies, this he could tell. He knew Daphne was hiding something from him, but he didn’t know what was it she didn’t want him knowing. He wanted to see for himself, and could only do so if he just stayed close.
I took a deep breath and got in the back, asking the driver to follow the yellow taxi in front.
We drove for an hour, the taxi which seemed like it didn’t want to be followed, taking a narrow road, that looked pretty odd to me. I was determined to know what was going on. I asked the driver to drive slowly, so it wouldn’t seem like there was anyone following behind. From where we were, I could see the yellow taxi. It pulled up in front of a red building. Whose house is this? I wondered, having no idea how someone could own a property like this in the middle of nowhere.
I waited patiently for her to move into the building. It was a relief she hadn’t sighted the taxi that I was in, else my mission would have been for nothing. I got out immediately, paid the driver off and started toward where I had seen her move in.
I knew someone was following me but I couldn’t say who it was. I needed to know what motive he had, and was ready to kill anyone who came ruining my plans!
I walked into the apartment, giving instructions to the gang as I walked out the back. I clasped my gun, ready to shoot—as what I saw glued me to the spot.
A heavy metal came on his head and he fell to the ground.
“What the hell?”
“I believe “Thank you” is the word you’re looking for,” Romero spoke. “You know, you should try and be careful sometimes,”
“I threw him a scowl. “That’s my boyfriend, you idiot!”
He asked sarcastically, “This guy?”
I frowned. “Don’t start!” I went on to say, “You shouldn’t have left your post,”
He scoffed. “Like you’re the boss?”
I growled. “Well, you should be thankful he isn’t here.” I folded my arms.
And he smirked. “Whose responsibility is he?” he asked with fingers pointed down to Philip.
“Yours!” I shrugged and walked off.
Philip was going to be our prisoner—because I was going to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
“Wake up!” I commanded, handing Ashton the once-filled bucket.
Ashton was my best friend and partner. We walked hand-in-hand and did mostly everything together.
“Leave us!” I asked her to leave.
Chuckling inwardly, I stooped to take a closer look at him.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked weakly.
“Mm. You look tired,” I ran my fingers lightly on his face.
And he huffed. “Don’t touch me!”
I laughed. “But I’m not doing anything,”
“You monster!” he made to stand, the chains I bound him with, dragging him to the floor.
“Mm-hmm-hmm—” I laughed softly, not giving up on warming his lips.
“You’re despicable!” he threw his head away as he cursed.
I loved the pain he was feeling, as I wanted him to feel all that I felt, when I came to realize that he was in love with that wrench!
“What do you want?” he asked, and I moaned, moving my lips on one side of his face; my tongue getting a taste of his salty skin.
“You really want to know?” I raked my fingers through his hair, and looked down at him. “Well, you’ll see!” I said with a final kiss on his pouty lips.
I was ready to go back to school, thanks to mum being persuasive. I hadn’t forgiven her, and was glad to know that I’d be going back to where I wouldn’t have to be seeing her—Patrick, not excluded.
“Packed everything, honey?”
I answered laconically, “Yeah.”
… and rolled my box behind.
“Baby?” she called.
“What is it?” I turned to know what was it she wanted to say.
“I love you—”
I shook my head, unsure of whether to reply.
“Yeah? You’ve got something to say?”
She sighed and embraced me. “I can’t believe my baby’s leaving already,”
“There’s no need to make things awkward here.” I said and pulled out from her arms.
I wasn’t in any mood to talk. And felt even worse when I turned to see Patrick smiling down at us.
“I have to go,” I didn’t need anyone calling me back.
“Aren’t you going to bid your father goodbye?”
I squeezed my face on hearing the word “Father” on her lips. “Not necessary,”
“I thought maybe…”
“Mum, can you please let me be?!”
“I-I’m sorry. I just thought maybe…”
“Perhaps you should keep that thought to yourself!” Did I just say that? I blinked, remembering I was talking to no other person than my mother.
“M-Mum, I’m sorry,”
She replied shakily, “N-no. No, it’s fine—” she turned to leave.
I couldn’t help but feel emotional at the thought that I had hurt her. I’ve been so harsh on her, it occurred to me. How will I be able to forgive myself? I sobbed at the spot. “Mum!”
She turned at the call.
“Mum, I’m so sorry,” I rushed into her arms, regretting all I had done.
We used to be closer than this—why did things have to change? I asked myself, cursing the day the strange wind came blowing in my family.
I didn’t want to let go of her as I felt safe in her arms. I couldn’t remember the last time we hugged, and I wished we could remain like this as long as the clock ticked.
“You should go, baby. Come on. Dry those tears.” she pushed me off gently, and wiped my tears off with her thumb.
I didn’t want to leave but I had no choice but to do so. Hugging her one last time, I smiled up faintly at Patrick, and stepped out.
☆ ☆ ☆ EPISODE FORTY-EIGHT LOADING ☆ ☆ ☆
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