The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Dominic
Yhannie's bedroom reeked with the stench of the hangover. My eyes were still closed and wanted to stay like that for a little longer; however, my nose is certainly wide awake inhaling all the awful smell of alcohol, making their escape out of our bodies. I'm sure it isn't the first time it reeked with such foul smell, but I can't deny the lingering fact that it smells awful this time. It's probably because we had too much alcohol last night.
"Er,"
Keeping my eyes closed, I let my hand crawl in hopes of locating Yhannie and in order to wake her up just to make the situation lighter. Perhaps she can open some of the windows or spray some air freshener. I quickly pulled the hair that my finger found only to be surprised by a deep virile voice. That's not even Yhannie's hangover voice, and it sounded so masculine that it rapidly got my attention.
"What the fuck man!" The hoarse voice yelled, and I almost jumped out of bed.
"Woah!" I opened my eyes in an instant only to spot a guy curled beside me. I'm sure I went home with Yhannie last night so why the fuck is there a man in here?
Don't panic; I whispered to myself as I slowly sat down on the bed without letting my sight off the man. I laid my eyes around the room, and just the mere presence of a dressing table organized with make-up surely convinced me that I went home with Yhannie.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, trying to recall if I ever hooked up with this guy last night. My chest stopped for a brief moment. I swear I'm going to set myself on fire if by any chance I did hook up with this guy. I promised to myself that I would take Valentine back and I will hold on to that.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man spat back at me, imitating the way I said it.
I just ignored him, and with a quick snort, I stepped out of Yhannie's room. I found Yhannie serving some French toast in her own kitchen.
"Who's that guy?" I asked as I settled down on a chair.
"You mean Trevor?" Yhannie replied.
"That's his name? Trevor? It doesn't even suit him; he has got some attitude."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. He's just my hook-up." Yhannie said making it seem like it's nothing serious.
"Hook-up huh? Alright!" I trailed somehow refusing to believe this woman. I still know Yhannie even after being disconnected for a long time, but I'm more than confident that there are some other things about her, perhaps a few significant changes, that I still have to discover. It's been five years since the last time I've known my best friend and who knows she's got something going on with her love life.
"I'm serious, Nick. He's just a hook-up and nothing else." Fixing her eyes to mine, Yhannie insisted.
There was a moment of silence as Yhannie finished serving our breakfast before I began opening my mouth to speak.
"Was it fun?" I teased.
"Was it fun? Of course it was fun. It's damn sex, Dominic! Everyone loves sucking and getting sucked. You, of all people should know that." She turned around and went straight to the fridge. "Soda?"
"Do you have ginger ale?" I requested. "I mean was it fun doing it with me snoring around?" I clarified. I just assumed that they had sex with me passed out right beside them. I don't even remember the guy being with us when we went out of the club.
"Nick!" She yelled and then burst into a burst of hysterical laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked as she inched her way to hand me a bottle of Schweppes.
"Nothing," Yhannie finally restrained herself from laughing the moment I began opening the bottle. "We didn't do it with you around, Nick."
"Okay, I believe you." I spat right after getting a long refreshing gulped of the soda.
"Well, okay. We kind of did but,"
"What the!"
"We were already getting out of the foreplay but then you started talking in your sleep so we had to move out" Yhannie confessed. I was just about to express my violent reaction just like a volcano when I heard the Trevor guy.
"Hey, have you seen my watch?" The Trevor guy yelled.
"It's in the couch," Yhannie answered and went to sit right next to me.
"By the way, you're cooking now?" I had no other choice but to hold my wild reaction and pretend as if we were having a normal conversation.
"Girl, no. I just ordered that."
Taking Yhannie's rich lifestyle into careful consideration, I thought she'd get a much lavish and spacious unit, a penthouse maybe. Her apartment unit doesn't seem to be what I was expecting. I wondered what got her into this, but I'm more than proud that she has chosen to live in solitude at least ten miles away from her parents.
Yhannie and I went on to eat what she had ordered. After just a few minutes, Trevor came and bid goodbye to Yhannie without paying any single attention to me, and I don't really care about him, I just thought it's awkward. The guy just said bye and then went out of the door like nothing happened. So he's just a hook-up, huh? I'm still sceptical about it.
Yhannie offered to drive me home, but I insisted on going home alone. I know she's got some other things to do and I don't want to bother her. I rode the bus alone, and by the time I came home, it was already bleeding into nightfall, and my hangover is already taking a toll on my body. I felt like I wanted to drink five liters of soda, but then I'm so much bloated that I can't even drink any more liquid. I ended up falling asleep in our couch with a bottle of soda in my hand.
Nothing much happened for the next few days except for the fact that my mom had been hyping up my birthday as if it's her own birthday. I understand this is the first time in a long time that I'll be celebrating my birthday with them again, but this is simply nothing compared to the eighteen years that we've been celebrating my birthday together.
After having our dinner, my mom came to me while I was doing the dishes.
"Would you like red and blue for your theme?" She asked, deliberately making it sound as if she'd already planned everything which I'm sure she already did. But I didn't respond to her. "Oh, oh, oh. What if we use rainbow colors?"
"Mom," I groaned.
"Okay, rainbow it is."
"Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't want clowns and mascots for my birthday." I paused and swivelled my attention from the sink towards her.
"Who said we'll be having some clowns and mascots?"
"But you make it sound as if I'm an eight-year-old kid which I'm not."
"Don't be so grumpy on me, dear. I'm just trying to pick a theme for your birthday."
"Can't we just have a simple family dinner, can we?" I'm already turning twenty-four, and I honestly thought we should just have a simple dinner together. I'm not so much into having a big birthday party anymore. Birthday parties were once a big deal for me when I was a kid, the kind of birthday party that will make your enemies jealous of you, the type of birthday party that will make every other kid around the block like you but now it's just meaningless to me.
"I've already had everything planned out, dear. We are having a party."
I was supposed to be excited about my birthday. Turning twenty-four doesn't say a lot except for the fact that I'm getting older, but I still want to spend my day the way I want to spend it. My mom firmly told me that she had everything planned out, but I have some other plans on my own.
I woke up the day of my birthday and immediately felt that my day would be nothing but normal. I'm going to bet a grand on that. At least that's how I've felt for the last five years of celebrating my birthday. My first year in Singapore, I've looked highly on celebrating my birthday with my dad, but I ended up celebrating it alone because he's so busy that he can't even spare a single day with me. That's how it's been for the last five years that I've stayed with him.
So far, the day has been reeling up to my expectation. I took a normal shower and had a normal breakfast with my mom and my sister. The conversation we had was even normal than what I've expected. It was even more normal that my mom didn't bring up what she'd plan for my birthday. I know I deserve to know her plans since it's my birthday, but I don't have the energy to even ask her about it. I carried on with the day and so far everything is spinning the way it should be.
I was having a phone call with Yhannie when my mom came to me and told me I had to pick up something for her. That moment I saw right through her. My eyes looked at her, and my ears listened to what she said, and I immediately know what was going on. This is precisely similar to what happened during my sixteenth birthday. I clearly remember that day. My mom told me to get something from our neighbour and when I came back ta-da, surprise! Happy birthday to me! I don't know if my mom is getting old and had forgotten that I wasn't even surprised that day and now she's trying to repeat history.
I ended up following through her plan. I'm pretty sure a surprise is waiting for me when I get back. My mom really had listed a lot of things for me to pick up making it sure that I'd take long enough for whatever shenanigan she'd planned. Somehow I kind of liked these errands though. I liked that it helped me kill some time so that we could move on with the surprise.
After picking up everything, I drove back home. I parked the car and sat there for a while. I looked at my face in the mirror and rehearsed some possible reactions. This surprise will bring out the inner actor in me once again. I have to act shocked in front of who knows who she'd invited. I took a deep breath and finally decided to go in. I carried a few things, and when I entered the house, I was greeted with silence.
"Here we go," I whispered to myself. I know for a fact that in just a matter of a few seconds, someone might yell surprise and the reason why I'm getting shocked is because of how loud it is. I stood for a while, seemingly waiting for something to happen; however, a few seconds passed by, and there's still silence.
Okay, what is going on. I thought to myself.
I decided to bring what I picked up towards the kitchen when my eyes lay on a blood splatter. Nothing much entered my head seeing that. It could be meat blood or anything. I followed the blood until I found Collene tied up and her mouth covered with duct tape.
"Sis!!" I gasped getting down on my knees to help her. Fear suddenly took over my body, and my knees and fingers began to shake. Collene was making some noise seemingly wanting to let me see something. I followed what she's trying to point, and I saw my mom lying on the floor, bleeding. My heart began pumping faster as I quickly stood and was about to get to my mom's place when someone covered my face with a sack.