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—” Fuck!
“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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