34| Christian is your son, Dave.

ALYSSA'S POV.

I was in deep shock when I saw him for the first time in seventeen years. "Dave?" I just want to confirm if am seeing his ghost or it's just an hallucination.

"Alyssa?" He pronounced my name clearly in his mouth. The attention of everyone is taken away by the both of us. Including Triana as she asked in confusion.

"You two know each other?"

Well...., Yes, bestie. He's my long time Ex-boyfriend.

I said mentally.

But with the eye he used in looking at me, I know am still not forgiven for flaws in the past.

His eyes intently focused on me and I saw rage burning in them. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He said through gritted thing and I just gulped in fear. "Answer me, you slut!" I jolt, hiding behind Triana who's turning over her shoulder to look at me and back at him in confusion.

"Hey, bro, what's going on?" Dexter quickly chimed in before anyone could ask.

His finger pointing at me, his anger reflecting in his gritted teeth. "Tell this cheap, gold digging hoe to evacuate this premises now before I lose it."

Thank God Triana interfered, "Okay Dave, please bring it down to my understanding. This is my best friend and she's not an harlot."

"Huh? What?" He frowned. "You call....." He pointed at me again, "This retired stripper your best friend?"

"Dave?" Dexter is giving him a warning sign and his friends are no longer doing the game but now looking at the scenario in front of them like action-thriller.

"You don't understand anything, bro." He made it clear to his brother that it's something that has to do with just the two of us. "This woman shouldn't be here and if I start telling you things about her, I bet you'll join me to chase her outta here."

My began to pound faster in my chest. I think I no longer feel it in my chest anymore. Think it's coming up my throat. My knees are turning weak and my body is too heavy for my legs to hold still.

I'll lose my best friend for life if he speaks out the truth. Triana still in the middle of confusion, turned around to face me, "What the fuck is he talking about? Is there something I should know, babe?"

How do I tell you that I'm the bad one here? How do I tell you that I did so many stupid thing as a teenage girl in the past? How do I tell you that I was once his highschool darling and later messed things us that broke us apart?

How? How? How? Just how? Tell me where do I start from now?

Tears flowed down my eyes within the next seconds. And I find myself sobbing bitterly.

"Oh, please, don't play crocodile tears here because you're worse than a snake!"

"Dave?!" Triana stormed at him. "Please stop this madness now. What has my bestie got to do with this?"

"Ah, I see you really want to know." He scoffed. "What if I tell you she's the woman I told you about?"

"What?" I felt Triana pulling away from the embrace. The two other women, Charlotte and Scarlett sat upright as they find the scene getting tougher. "Alyssa?" She questioned me but I just kept my head down in shame. So even my best friend already knew. "You're his ex-girlfriend?" Her 'Girlfriend'? Word sound silent.

"What's going on here? I don't understand a thing." Cyrus bulged in.

The moment I lifted my head to wipe my face with the back of my hand was when I saw him darting dead fiery eyes contact with me. His both hands still in his front pockets.

I gather a little courage to knock him down. I can't allow him fool me before everyone here, not even my best friend. It's so embarrassing. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about, stop accusing me. Stop mistaking me from someone else." My words are breaking and Triana is showing sympathy.

"Someone else?" He chuckled nastily. "Alyssa O'Brien." Triana looked at him again, knowing now that he knows me so well. "The medical nurse that never finishes in the red cross society." He moves about in few steps, just pacing around. You say you no longer remember me? Well, how about I throw out some little stories of our past? Huh? How about that? Maybe you'll be able to recall everything now. Hmm? Or how about I remind you of our highschool good old days when you fucked my classmate in the chemistry laboratory so many times that you got pregnant before I caught you in the school's CCTV camera? Or how about the day you slept with my bodyguard the night of the school's end of year party? Or maybe how about the day I watched you through the window, fucking, moaning and enjoying yourself on the desk with the principal?"

"Whoa?!" Cyrus eyes bugged.

"Oh my God!" Charlotte is surprised.

"Jesus Christ!" Dexter is enormous.

"I need holy water!" Scarlett fanned her face.

"Jesus is lord!" Maverick is stunned.

"Alyssa?!" Triana called out my name in dismay, pulling away as she gives me distance of metres away.

I know she can't believe to have a kinda person like me as a friend. Am not worth being called a bestie either.

"Listen, you have to understand that it wasn't my fault and I never enjoyed doing it with them." I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as I try to defend myself and explain things out. I know one day this day will come.

"And the baby?" His brows lifted. "It was for my classmate, right? my closest friend, Alyssa." He yelled, almost bringing down the roof as it sends chills down my spine, making me to sob harder. "You fucked him non-stop, lying to me that you were going to study in the lab with your science colleagues every night, meanwhile he was the one you where going to meet every night. And he pounds you, and fuck you and when I want to touch you, you'll tell me you're tired."

I saw the little tears escaping out of his eyelids. I know how much it pains him and hurt him so badly. I understand. But am sorry. I've said this so many times in the past and now, I'm still repeating it over again in the present.

God have mercy upon me, please.

"What did want me to do that I never did? Please start naming them?" He flick the teardrop off the side of his eye. "I've always been there for you. I understand when I first met you, you were a stripper because you were trying to survive with family issues and school stuff, but I settled that for you. I made life easy for you. You were the only girl I told my true identity in school. No one else knew I was the Grand Duke of shoony. We agreed that you'll never have affair with any other man but except me."

The pain and tears burns iny heart. My knees got too weak and I slumped to the ground, knee-falling on my knees as I bury my face in my palms.

"I never knew where I wronged you or done something crazy to hurt you. I always call you my grand duchess wherever we go." Yes, he's saying the truth about everything about us. "I never hid or deny our relationship and what we had together. I even engaged you." I remember the ring. It's still in my cupboard. "I wanted to show you to my family, to my parents, to everyone in Denmark! But what did you do? You brought shame into my territory!" He's furious. His fist clenched as he slammed them against the handrail.

"I never aborted the pregnancy." I found my voice again, but it's cracky and low. I lifted my head to him. I can't believe even Triana is looking at me, shocked from afar, including others. "Because it was yours."

"Oh wow," Dave clapped his hands in the air sarcastically. "Hilarious. Isn't it the nicest way to pin down someone else's responsibility on another person's child?"

"I swear on it, you have to believe me, Dave. I was three weeks pregnant with your child before all the chaos came through."

His arms crossed on his chest with eyes darting like sprinkles of fire. "You don't even know how to tell lies. You know what? Tell the person that taught you how to lie, that he didn't teach you well or you never improved."

"You think am lying—"

"Oh hold it there and shut that thing you call a mouth, Miss. O'Brien." He fumed. "Am not a fool. I know my status of life. You don't tell me how. There was no time I fucked you without rubbers. I understand it was seventeen years ago, but my brain is still very much active to flashback."

Oh Jesus, why is he denying it now? He was speaking the truth before and now, he twisted the whole thing. Or has he forgotten how he fucked me one night without condoms? We were both tipsy after one of his friends birthday party. We got to my place that evening, drunk and horny.

We couldn't stop ourselves. And we ended up making raw love, skin to skin that cool night.

"It was Gavin's birthday party, remember?" I try to take him back. "At my place, we were both tipsy and stupid—"

"Stop it, Alyssa. Don't piss me off than I already am now—"

"I can't stop, Dave." I bursted into tears again. "We have a child. A son." Everyone's eyes grew bigger and their mouths in agape as they stare from me to Dave and Dave to me. "Christian completed sixteen last week Friday."

"Where is all these coming from?" He frowned in confusion. "Are you sick upstairs or what?" He turns to Triana who hasn't said anything for long. "Are you sure your best friend or whatsoever you called her is not a psychopath?" He turns to me now without waiting for Triana's response, "Look, Alyssa or whatever you call yourself, I don't have baby factory in me, neither did we fuck that night—"

What does he mean by he doesn't have baby factory in him?

"I swear, I have the DNA test report that shows you're Christian's biological father, you have to believe me. Christian is your son, Dave. I had to take an inducer so I could deliver the baby prematurely a d keep him in the incubator till it was due time to take home to my parents. I didn't want to bother you with it because I knew you won't believe me. My parents wanted me to tell you but I decided to keep it to myself because I know you won't believe me and it'll only bring shame to my family's name and I'll be a laughing stock in school as the girl who got pregnant outta wedlock and—"

"Fuck off now, Alyssa!" He yelled and everyone including me startled. "There is no such thing, okay? He's probably one of the guys you fucked in highschool." He drew closer, squatted down in front of me and pulled my wet chin with his pointed finger. Making me to look at him in the eyes but still, am not worthy enough. "Now you listen to me you little slut!" His eyes narrowed. I sobbed. "Christian or whatever you call him, he's not my child and am not his father. Go to the people that fucked you and tell them about him. That DNA is probably fake." He dropped my face and stood up, "Now get out."

What?

"Wait, Dave, you can't just throw her out. She's new here and probably has no where to—" Dexter was going to help me out after a long while of keeping silent.

"This is your house, Dexter. But am going to claim it for this moment." He stated, coldly and turns down at me, sobbing my eyes out as I try to beg Triana for help. "I said get out, you bitch! Get out you sex addict!" He pulled me by my arm with one of his big hand and tossed me out like a piece of used rag before I knew it.

I squealed from the sudden pull. I felt my back smacked against something hard like a metal rock outside. Then, my luggage followed.

"And don't ever step foot into this environment or resident again. If I ever set eyes on you anywhere....., I might lose my anger on you and only heaven knows what I might do to you. Now get lost, hoe!" He jammed the door before I could process his words.

Oh my God. My life is in total mess. I found him today by fate and told him about everything, still, he doesn't believe me.

For how long will I continue living in this world like this? Infact, God, when am I supposed to die? At least take my life right now.

I'm sick and tired of living in this world of hatred. I've always promised Christian that I'll take him to meet his father someday. Even he is so eager to see Dave after his several pictures I showed him.

Christian and Dave have no difference in looks. The both of them has same resemblance. A very close one.

I got up after a while, took my luggage. The door hasn't opened since it was shut. And I expected Triana to come to my rescue. I won't blame her, I hid all these things from her all these years of our friendship and I claimed to be her best friend and wished I was her. Or had her achievements.

It pains me alot, mostly embarrassed in front of my bestie and the new faces I just met today.

Like seriously, when will this guy ever find a space of forgiveness for me in his heart? It's seventeen years and he still held unto that grudges.

Outside that......

I still love him. My feelings are genuine for real.