Concede

[ STEFANO ]

FUCK it. Home feels shitty today as I came from work. John is not around, where is he? God I needed to explain and twist everything he knows about this. I need to get his mind back into trusting me again. But I am thinking, what was that thing that he wanted to show me?

Everything Hurts. All I did was to walk back and forth, in circles. Trying to think shit up. I am screwed as hell. That bitch really thought she could ruin me? On my own place? Not even close.

Things are getting messy as I didn't expect it to be. I'm feeling uneasy again. I made her pregnant and so, I am the father of her child; Abortion... Ain't buying it.

So, her name's Rebecca. Rebecca Tyler. Also, the ex-girlfriend of my son. Is she trying to ruin my family?

Crazy bitch!

Fucking stupid cunt!

If I didn't know she also wanted it. Even teased me at the bar and asked for it. She's wearing something revealing so she's asking for it! I am not a rapist, fuck her shit! Damn I'm feeling so agitated to choke her to death!

I am still walking, back and forth. I can't help it. Stress is rising on my senses. I can feel my blood pressure boiling, a warning for me to keep my cool down or else hypertension will strike the fuck out of me. I need my drugs!

Damn. I never knew about this Rebecca being around my life for such long time. I never met her. John always tell me about Becca that I did not fucking know who that bitch is. This is driving me nuts. Glad she refused to marry my son. She is getting into my nerves; my whole body.. All I feel were anger and a bunch of every single damn thing.

I know after what happened things will not be easy for me. I cannot just let her ruin me first. She has to be dead by hook or by crook; and her child needs to be aborted. I'm not claiming that shit!

I felt my hypertension kicking in. I need to cool me down or else I will be up for another dead-end-of-my-life situation again. I was sober for a month now; of not having drugs in my body. But this is the only way I should have it.

I grabbed my phone from my pockets and dialed my dealer to give me a pack of my usual stuff. You know, dealing with drugs is like entering a wine store. You have to be a VIP to have you served first, no matter what time it is. No matter what the situations are.

I heard the other line ringing.

"Hi. I need this right now. Give me my usual dose. F25B"

"On it, boss. Will be delivered after five minutes."

I hung up. I need to stay relaxed for five minutes. This is excruciating. My body is quite feeling tension so I stopped walking back and forth and agitatedly sat on the sofa to keep my temp low. I definitely need to think of the next things that I have to do to avoid another messy shit like this.

But wait. FUCK. What was that thing that Bryan wanted to show me a while ago?

NO. NO! NOT THAT!

As I sensed a caution, I involuntarily lift myself up and took steps to my room and held the door open. MY FUCKING DOOR WAS OPEN. Damn.

I ran towards my cabinet and opened it to check my treasure. As I saw it, I took my storage box at the bottom. It was a red and gold box that I use to keep my, should I say, bitches. All of my bitches are the same fucking stupid women that I know for sure want some taste of me. Who also asks for it by wearing some short-ass revealing clothes. Damn, this is getting right through me. I'm not cooling down, I can feel the tension rushing down my extremities.

I opened the box and checked every single photo.

SHIT. HERS IS MISSING. THAT REBECCA TYLER, SHE WAS NOT HERE!

My head hurts. The back of my neck hurts. My hands are quivering in adrenaline. My body is frozen as block. Every single thing hurts.

There, I started walking back and forth, again, with these pictures in my hands. I was feeling anxious as my phone chimes out of nowhere.

I heard my phone beeped, and I immediately took it to see a text confirming that my drugs are already here. Without thinking anything, I brought back the pictures to my hidden box inside the closet, went downstairs and yanked the door ajar. My boy is standing still, with a cap on.

"Here's your dosage boss. F25B."

He gave me a lunch box; sealed and locked.

"Thanks, Bud. Tell Jason I will need more of this from now."

"Aight. Jason does have everything you need. You have a lot new meds to try."

***

[ BRYAN ]

I cannot let this pass. I will never let dad throw this around and get away with this. I know at the back of my mind this is probably the reason why Becca broke up with me; because my dad raped her. I cannot accept this!

Yet somehow, I know there can be a possibility that we can still be together. The distress is taking me on different points of view. Or, I was also thinking, that there may be something going on that I am not aware of. I have to talk to Becca about this.

With those thoughts in mind, I headed to the room where she was admitted and I could probably see that this is something that I think, could possibly go worse. I know she is still on the verge of her emotions just because of the things that has happened, and I cannot promise not to interrogate her about it. But somehow, I'm part of her demons. My dad raped her and I can do something about it. I can save her!

I continued walking until I ended here in front of her room's door. I lifted my hands and hurled a first, about to knock.

I did soft knocks on the door then after.

Without a second or two, Gina opened the door. Her forehead made a wrinkle when she saw me standing on the other side of it. "Bryan.. look. This is not the time for this. Can you please leave Becca alone? I know I'm not in the position to tell you but you know she's going through something. Let's give her peace, okay?"

She was about to close the door but I placed my right foot in so it'll block her attempt.

"Wait - Gina, I just need some time with her. Okay? My dad has to do with this. As his son, I just.. want to help her. I am not okay with this, Gina. Even I don't know what my father is up to. I just found out about this one today. I cannot let this pass.. But, I cannot do this on my own. I need her help so we could work things out."

Gina let loose of the door on her grip from the inside. I saw how she shuddered, and how it hit her as I said those words. I know she wanted Becca to feel great again, and she cannot do this alone. I have to help her. We have to help her. I know my dad better than them and I know it could lead us somewhere deeper than this. Seeing those photos and the things he does. I cannot just let it haunt Becca for life.

She let me enter the room at last, and immediately locked it as well. We stayed beside the door, standing.

"Bryan, you know I don't trust you. I never liked you for Becca. But.. knowing these much of morbidity is just.. overwhelming for me to handle myself. But I am desperate. The past days aren't that great. She hadn't been sleeping, and I cannot do much for her. She don't need anything from me. Not even a word. So.. yeah. I'll let you do this for her. Just this once."

I know she doesn't like me but everything except that fact, I felt relieved after she said those. This chance is what I'm waiting for. To talk to her. I love Becca, more than anything else. I want her to be the Becca I met that day. I just want her to be happy. Seeing her like this pains me - her, on a hospital bed. Out of sleep. Having not much of what she deserves.

"I know I've been immature lately. But.. I want you to know that I love her so much. Becca is just what I needed to keep my shit together. I know you're doubting me, because of my head, and what I'm dealing with. I know it sucks because it does. It makes me feel less. Yet, Gina, I never wanted her to feel this way. No one can and should hurt Becca. I want to protect her."

I looked at Becca as those words came out of my mouth and.. one thing is for sure.. my love for her never aged. Looking at her from this angle makes me remember and reminisce things; the places we visited. The Parfait. The things we used to do together.

"I--" Gina stopped for a second and looked at her feet. She looks torn, too. "I'm so sorry.. I have to tell you something. That night, when you both broke up, I-- I kind of confide her and said some bad stuff about you. Like you're a douche and you don't love her that deep. I just don't want her to be sad about what you lost. Eight months of being together. Seems pretty swift to me that you want to marry her in that short span of time."

"Well, I cannot blame you for thinking that. I know, I have a lot of issues. It's just that I think, a part of my childhood that seeks love. You know, my mother - I never met her. I feel broken and not whole enough. But when I met Becca, everything that I've been longing to have and to find just found itself back to me. I never craved for anyone's attention but her. I never craved for a hand to hold. I just love her, you know. She's all and she's more.."

Gina smiled a little as I said those. I know somehow she's making it light for me.

"That.. Umh, it feels nice to know how you see her, Bryan. It must have been hard for you to know that she's pregnant. Worse, that your father was the father of her child, you know. It was a tough decision she made, wanting to abort it."

It made me feel uneasy in a fast juncture of time. She's pregnant.. of my father.

Damn.