Chapter 20: Dealing With The Past

Chapter 20

Eros Dylan Donovan

Dealing With The Past

The water is cascading down my body and my body is still tensed. Thinking of what would happen later, when I meet her eventually again, I groan. I don't want to meet her. When I heard her voice yesterday, I was shit scared. Her voice's still the same. The last time I saw her was years ago. We had no communication. I don't where she has gotten my number, but I'm pretty sure she dug it like an NBI she is.

Yesterday, Mike's birthday, has been great. Not to mention what happened last night. It was all I could think of, until I remembered the bitch. I'm still feeling Mike's hand around me, pumping me slow and sensual. My mouth lets out a moan as I grip my member. Getting a hold of myself, I turn the hot water into cold. I want to deal with this later when I get home. I call this place home. Since Mike is here. Turning off the shower, I step out of the bathroom and dry myself with the white towel that is inside the medium-sized cabinet, neatly folded. There are 3 towels inside the cabinet. And just because it's a white, regular towel, doesn't mean it is not expensive. All things here inside this house scream expensive and money. I wonder how did Mikel reach his goal. On how would be a billionaire by making foods.

Choosing a white button up shirt and a jeans, I get a black sneakers to pair it up with my attire. Looking myself at the mirror, I grin as I see myself looking good and all. I grab my wallet on the table that is beside my bed and I close the curtains to block the sun coming through the window. I get out of the house and hit downtown by commuting. The people on the streets are either talking on their cellphones or just walking fast so they could go to their works early. I'm neither. I wish I was doing the same thing as them, without a plan of meeting the spawn of evil.

She texted me about this coffee shop near Isabella's, a floral shop. The reason why she has my number still remains mystery to me. So I find where Isabella's is located so I can get this over with. Clearly, she hasn't texted me the name of the coffee shop, so when I turn right, I find three different coffee shops. So I struggle to find the right one. I mumble about her being a total bitch and dumb. When I get to the first coffee shop, which is named as Coffeelicious, I nearly make a disgust expression because the name of the store is kind of inappropriate. My eyes scan the whole store but I never find her so I head off to a different coffee shop, and it's named as Beans & Co.

As I enter the store, the sweet aroma of the coffees invade my nostrils I nearly shut my eyes. And that's when I hear her angelic voice luring me to her. My eyes snap open to her direction and she's waving at me with a evil grin tugged on her lips. I give her a frown and she pouts. As if we're friends, I want to say to her but I just purse my lips before I say anything bad about her in public. I head over her table slowly, contemplating whether I should run away or not. Does she now where I'm living right now? What would happen next? I guess there's only one way to find out. Talking to her is the only way. As much as I would like to kill her body and purify her soul, as much as I would like to leave her behind and forget about her, I just really fucking can't.

I make my way towards her and take a seat, glaring daggers at her as I do so.

"That's not the best way to greet an old friend, Erdy." She says as she lets out a chuckle that is not please in my ears. It sounds rough and menacing covered in sweet treats.

"On the best part, you're not." I snap, ready to give him a bird but I hold myself against it. "How did you get my number? Another thing, don't call me Erdy because we're not close."

"But we used to," she says, frowning.

"Keyword: we used to, so just go away and leave us alone." I say, gritting my teeth, containing myself from letting out the beast inside me.

"Now you know I can't do that,"

"You did." I state impatiently, tapping my left foot on the ground rather furiously. "You left us since you gave birth to him. You. Have. No. Freaking. Right. To. Fucking. See. My. Son, Tiffany. Remember, you just fucking gave birth to him and left us alone. Brad opened his eyes with no mother watching him. Brad grew up with no mother caring for him. Brad can take care of himself by just depending on himself and to me."

"That's not fair, Erdy." Tiffany says, slapping the table with her palm, making few heads to turn in our direction.

"Talk about fairness, Tiffany." I huff, rolling my eyes. "And I did state we're not close, so don't call me Erdy or whatsoever."

We probably look like a couple having a fight in the public, and I just want to snap at the people looking at us that we're not a couple and we're not having lover's quarrel. I just want to tell them that this girl left us alone when she gave birth to Brad. That she left us for an unknown, I'm sure it's invalid, reason. I stand up, give her a glare. Tiffany also stands up, matches my glare, like she's ready to slap me or something, but then her eyes soften and she breaks her stance, sighing.

"I just want us to be a family again," she says sadly, looking directly into my eyes. She wants me to believe her. And there is a part of me that is believing her. And I hate myself for it.

"We were never a family, Tiffany." I state, matching her tone of voice. "We could have been, though. But then you left us. It's okay that you left me. But you shouldn't have left Brad at all."

"And I'm really sorry for it. I know what I did was completely wrong, that I should have stayed and taken care of you guys. But I couldn't." She says the last part almost a whisper. "My whole family was against you. They gave me options. Leave them or leave you and Brad. Of course I was still a kid at that time, so I chose them over you guys. I know that if you were in the same position as I had been, you would have done the same as what I had." She's almost crying, and I really hate myself for pitying her. I mumble an oh my god in a frustrated way, because right now, I'm thinking if I should bring her to Brad or not. I know Brad would like to know her real mother. He would be happy and thrilled.

Her family was against me. According to them, I had no life at all. My dreams were too low of class, and that I should dream higher, aim higher. They also pointed out how poor we were, what school I had attended, what manners did I have. Almost everything, they criticized me. Bad critics. Tiffany and I, we just ignored them. We lost our virginity to each other that resulted to a whole new level: Brad Cole Donovan. I thought we were going to be a happy family. Until she gave birth to Brad. She left us without letting us know where would she go or what's the reason. I might have been a little crazy at that time because I was really in love with her back then. I let out of my trance when Tiffany holds my forearm and massages it with her thumb. I look at it. I look at her.

She's still beautiful. Her eyes, as I remember, are still a shade of chestnut that lights up when any bright lights hit it. Her hair is still in curly style, not so curly though, and is dyed brown. She was a redhead. The color of her hair makes her appearance more lively, more beautiful, more elegant. The way she stands, it looks like she's still a goddamn model, ready to show off the curves of her body and the deadly traits of it, which most of the guys would admire.

"Okay, I'll let you meet Brad." I say. I was about to take it back when she launches herself onto me and gives me a tight hug. "But... we'll talk about rules. Okay? Now, let's go. Before I change my mind."

I'm already regretting my decision. I shouldn't have put my emotions in the first place. Now I have to deal with her everytime should she want to visit Brad and spend the day with him. Tiffany, I know, will do everything to do the mother part. She's always been that way. She used to tell that she would take care of our children, that she would take care of me, that we would grow old together. Cliché things like that. She would imagine a baby in her arms, singing a soft melody. Plus, Tiffany always serves others before her. So she will do her best to be Brad's mother. I know, deep inside me, that I'm being a selfish and all, but it's a way for me to protect Brad. But then Tiffany is Brad's mother. And I can't change it.

We head to my home, which is Mike's house, and Tiffany gasps when she sees it. She asks a lot of different questions about this house but I just keep shrugging. I do not want to tell her the details on how we're stuck in this house. I know that I shouldn't have let Tiffany go inside this house, because first, it's not mine. Second, I'm just a guest. Sort of. So it's not really my decision to let someone in the house if the owner doesn't know the person. But I let her anyway.

When we get inside, the house is quiet and Tiffany's eyes roam around the structure of the house, her face has this wow expression while she ogles the internal design of the house. Grande. Brad and Mike are not in the house, so we just have to wait for them. Mike must have taken Brad with him to the mall or something. I tell Tiffany that Brad isn't here and will be home sooner or later. She tells me that she's going to wait for Brad to get home. So I offer her drinks and foods.

Hours have passed, Tiffany and I were just talking, when she starts to massage my forearm. She looks at me deep in my eyes, like she's asking for something and I swear I don't like what'a going to happen. My guts are telling me to back off, to say to her to leave. But I don't have the balls to do it. She has already expected that she would meet Brad today. It's my fault for letting it. I loom away, not wanting to look at her anymore. Her touch is uncomfortable, and I don't like the feeling at all. Every time her skin touches mine, I'll feel sick and disgust. But I try to mask it with a bored expression. But when I look back at her, that's when she kisses me and my eyes widen at the sudden contact on my lips. She moves her lips against mine and I can't move at all. That's when Satan decides to mess things up.

Mike enters the living room and sees me kissing a girl. His eyes widen at the sight of me kissing a girl. He absentmindedly drops the paper bags he has been holding as he looks at me and Tiffany. Then I see the disappointment in his eyes.

Which makes me want to cry and beg for forgiveness.