The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Vincent
"I'll give your grandma's ring back. Please come over to my apartment."
I'm sitting over here at the balcony having a cup of strong coffee while stuck in a maelstrom of inviting Keiran over. I stared idly at the message that I just typed more than fifteen minutes ago hoping that it would just press send by itself so I won't be bugged by even doing it myself. I just kept on blinking on it and breathing on it with the intent of baiting Keiran like a fish caught in a hook. Pressing the send button seems to feel harder than typing the message and I just don't understand why. Maybe it's because the message is pretty much straightforward than what he might expect. Maybe it's the looming fact that I just want to see him. Keiran had been asking for his grandmother's ring for the past few months and I'm just ignoring his inquiry. His grandma's ring is the only thing I have that will make him come over without any second thoughts.
I moved my sight away from my mobile phone and slowly towards the beautiful skyscrapers of the city. I mustered a deep sigh. I feel like I'm holding the ring as a hostage in exchange for him coming back to me. What did the innocent ring ever do to deserve such treatment? I feel totally awful for planning this and to think that I've always believed that I'm not a bad person at all. Perhaps just a fresh ripe apple on top of the crate. I swiftly moved my sight back to my phone and thought maybe I am a bad person. Maybe I am a rotten apple after all.
My phone's backlight kept on turning black and I just kept turning it back on just to gaze idly at the set of words that I'm about to send.
"I'll give your grandma's ring back. Please come over to my apartment."
One deep inhale and I erased the message telling myself that it's a straightforward lie. I'm not saying that Keiran won't believe it but the truth is I won't really return his grandma's ring. I just want to talk to him. I just want to touch him again. I want to feel his arms embracing me to a deep slumber. I want to hear his actual voice, that deep husky voice that never failed to turn me on.
I took a long sip of the strong black coffee inadvertently wishing that it would wake me up to this reality. The reality that I'm still hanging on with this one even though I perfectly know that I'm holding on to nothing.
"Hey, can we talk?"
I stared at the new message that I just typed and practically thought Keiran would just ignore this. Two minutes later, I ended up clearing the message once again.
"Are you available today? I just want to you about something."
This message seems to sound okay but it isn't certain. I laid my phone on the table and went inside to refill a cup of coffee and when I came back I quickly erased the message and retyped the first one.
"I'll give your grandma's ring back. Please come over to my apartment."
That's it. That's final. I closed my eyes and quickly pressed the send button and then shut my phone immediately feeling a surge of regret but I've already sent it and now it's to wait. A part of me wishes that he'll respond fast as a lightning bolt but the other part hopes that the he'll just ignore it.
A minute passed by and then two and two became five however there's no response at all. I slowly transitioned to a positive note that maybe, just maybe, he's somewhat busy doing something somewhere but then another five swept by and I began to think he just ignored my text. Maybe I should send him another text message.
I finished my coffee and went to have a quick shower or at least I thought that was a quick shower. It was a thirty minute long shower than what I've anticipated. At first I was just standing under the trickling water silently letting the coldness drip down on my body. And then I began reaching for the soap, rubbing it to create foams and tardily stroking it onto my body. I didn't know I was already beginning to hallucinate. My lonely mind unwittingly conjured an image of a man passionately getting into action. I can't see his face but his body is definitely meaty as I would've imagined it. He has this toned muscles and a bushy chest. I can see and feel him caress and stroke and fondle my body pleasurably turning the heat on, although in reality I was just alone pleasuring myself. It's been months that I haven't had any action and even thought touching myself to pass the time feels good it still felt short.
After a long and steamy imaginary action, I finally reached the seventh heaven and exploded. That's when the reality pounced in like a Pacquaio uppercut knocking me back to its domain. I finished off and when I came out of the shower I was more than shocked to see Keiran on my living room.
"Where's the ring?" Sitting comfortably on my settee he sounded very much eager to obtain what I initially offered.
"You're here," I uttered easily hiding my sudden surprise. "Can you at least wait?" I asked knowing that I'm out of reasons for now.
"I just came here for my grandma's ring." He replied with a keen look.
"Okay, okay. Just let me change." I reasoned out and then staggered towards my bedroom hopelessly entering panic mode.
I was abruptly thrown into a black out. I don't know what to do or what to say or even how to act like a pro. He could've at least responded that he'll be coming over so I could plan my next move and hopefully roll him over to my desire.
"Damn it!" I whispered to myself.
I'm already shaking and my thoughts are beginning to jumble. Five minutes flew by and I haven't slipped on to something yet except for my boxer shorts.
"Hey," Keiran, probably tired of the wait, finally decided to peek inside my bedroom opening the door ajar. "What's the delay?"
"Uhm, yeah. I'm sure that'll be fine." I pretended that I was talking to someone over the phone. Thankfully my hands are quick and I was able to snatch my phone and acted as if I'm currently talking to someone. But still, I'm shaking.
"Er," Keiran spat.
"Can you please hold on for a minute?" I gestured to him.
"Okay," He nodded and was about to leave but then he quickly turned back. "Come on Vincent. I'm not a fool. You're not really talking to someone."
"What?" I continued acting but deep inside I'm already in tremors.
"Look at your phone." He said and that's the moment I knew I fucked up.
I began to space out as Keiran pushed the door wide open and let himself inside.
"Stop making a fool out of me Vincent!" He was already starting to raise his voice on me as what I've expected. He was not like that when we were together at all but after we broke up he started showing this raging side of him. He inched his way near me and grabbed my phone in a nonchalant manner. "Does this look like you're talking to someone? Huh?" He yelled at me showing me the home screen of my phone.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't really talking to someone." I spat conceding in absolute defeat.
"Damn Vincent, what's gotten into your head?" He said and gently threw my phone on the bed.
I feel like I'm about to break down at this very moment. I was caught red-handed and I just want this building to collapse and take me with it.
"I'm so sorry. I just missed you." I cracked and subsequently went on to pull him into a tight hug. "I really miss you so much!"
"Vincent," He spoke calling out my name. "Let go of me." He was a bit calmer now but I can still sense the tenacity in his soul.
"Can we go back to the way we used to be?" I begged. This is me, hopeless but still trying to pull him back to me. I hugged him tighter as he began to struggle to push my body away from his.
"Damn it! We are already over." He yelled and mustered enough strength ultimately pushing me away. He was strong enough that I was thrown on the floor almost banging my head on the frame of the bed. "We are never getting back together! Let that sink in to your head!" He screamed out loud almost to a threatening level that I begin to shudder in total fear.
"Keiran," I squeaked standing up from the fall.
"I knew it. I should've just followed my instinct and ignored you." He spat and then left.
"Keiran, wait!" I squealed staggering to follow him.
He was already at the door when I pulled his hand strong enough to take him off guard but I only got a real uppercut in return and another punch knocking me off my feet. He gave me one last frown of displeasure before finally turning the doorknob and opening the door.
"Geez, Mother Mary." I heard Yhannie gasp few moments after Keiran left. "Vincent, what the actual fuck did just happen here?!"
"I don't know." I lied as she quickly ran to where I was and helped get up on the settee.
"What do you mean I don't know? That's like the second time that thing happened." She replied and I realize she was right. She might know this is the second time now just because this is the second time she witnessed it but I know this is already the fifth time that Keiran landed a fist on me.
"He just came here wanting to talk to me and then we ended up in a brawl," I said blatantly lying. I'm afraid to tell her that it's actually me all this time.
"If he keeps on harassing you like that we should file a restraining order."
"What? No, we don't have to, it's okay." I replied. I know I created this mess myself and getting a restraining order is totally out of the table. If she only knew.
"I'm being serious here, Vincent! That guy can't just come here and pick a fight with you whenever he wants to."
"Yhannie, it's okay. Just leave him. I can always handle him."
"What do you mean you can handle him? Vincent, if you already broke up with each other there's no...... You know what let me handle this." Yhannie spat almost getting angry.
She quickly got on her feet and was about to pursue Keiran but I was quick enough to stop her.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going to follow that guy." She replied firmly.
"Stop, please!"
"Let..."
"I still love him." I gushed at her hoping she'd change her mind.
"I know that." She replied.
"No, no, no. I mean I really do," I uttered. "And I was the one who called him here." I don't how do those words came out of my mouth but I know I'm desperate stop her and it most probably did the trick as she stopped.
"The what?" She was evidently caught in deep shock.
"Yes. You heard it right. I was the one who called him to come here." I repeated.
"Are you kidding?"
"I'm so sorry. I just can't. I just....." I thought I was being tough about this whole thing but I burst into tears. "I just really can't let go of him."
"But I thought you were trying to move on?" Yhannie inquired, she's probably confused and she needs a defogging.
It's true that I tried to move on from Keiran. I tried but forgetting everything about Keiran and me, all the things we've been through felt so hard to swallow and it became even harder when I had a deep conversation with Lance. He told me about everything, the way he felt about what I did to him and it all made sense. Right now, me and Lance have already made the closure that we needed and we are back to just being friends.
Yhannie held me almost like a baby and we both went back inside. We talked for an hour and I admitted all of the things that I've done. The real reason why Keiran broke up with me is because I cheated not once but twice.