The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Yhannie
I wasn't quite expecting that I would end up helping Vincent resolve this shit that's been dragging him down. It's not my intention to become bossy and order him around to do this and do that, but I just couldn't stomach seeing him broken and lifeless. I got used to the Vincent that bailed me out of jail when he doesn't even know me personally. When I came to his apartment last night, I noticed all the signs that he's definitely struggling. The unwashed dishes, the moldy empty boxes of pizza all around the place, and basically him not taking a bath for almost a week were all signs that something's been weighing him down. Normal people would just say he's lazy for not washing the dishes and not throwing away his garbage. Normal people would even say he's just an unkempt person for not watching his hygiene, but for me, those are red flags. He's slowly descending down the stairs towards rock bottom, and I couldn't just let him struggle like that.
Perhaps part of why I was so eager to help Vincent get on his knees and get moving was because of how I ditched Dominic in high school. After that fiasco with Valerie, I should've pursued Dominic and be the best friend that he needed. Yes, we fought, resulting in him brushing me away but I should've been that one stubborn friend. I could've helped him share the pain, but I just became passive. In a way, this is how I'm trying to make up for that.
When I came back after returning Keiran's ring, I saw the hurt glistening in Vincent's eyes. I don't feel the hurt, but I understand how it's been weighing him down.
"That was quick," He said, trying to mask the current agony that's getting into him.
"It sure was quick. We didn't even have much of a conversation." I replied as I put on my seatbelt. That was a blatant lie, though. Keiran asked if Vincent's doing okay and I just said yes, he's doing great, and he's ready to close this chapter of his life. Hence he finally decided to return this ring.
"Yeah," Vincent sighed.
"He who shouldn't call by his name just practically showed up and immediately asked for the ring, and he didn't even bother to introduce that girl," I explained which is another blatant lie. It's true that Keiran didn't even bother to introduce the girl he's with, but I respected his decision. And I was actually the one who was eager to return the ring to him, he actually thought we are going to have some coffee and some time to talk, but I know it's not going to matter anyway, and I don't Vincent to wait in the car for too long.
"And what did you do?" He asked.
"I handed the ring to him of course,"
"Just like that?"
"Ahuh. I handed the ring and then excused myself," I trailed. I thought I was being the bitch at that moment. Keiran was being kind, but I know that's just for a show.
"You know what Yhannie? We should just get out of here." Vincent suggested, and I agreed with a nod.
"Yeah, we should,"
Vincent and I ended up shopping after having our late brunch at Stephanie's. Five hours later, we found ourselves in a bar.
"Cheers to you finally deciding to return the ring and cutting ties with he who we shouldn't call by his name," I raised my glass in the air as I waited for Vincent's response.
"Cheers to you finally getting hired after being rejected for a long time," He uttered, and I just thought that was a witty response.
I smiled at his witty response, and we both drank our cocktail in one gulp. It's as if we agreed to do this telepathically. We ordered another glass and talked about why a cocktail is called a cocktail when there's no cock in it. It was damn funny. The barter we had was like the connection that I have with Dominic.
We were beginning to enjoy the burst of alcohol inside our body when I felt my phone vibrate from my purse—Trevor's calling. I told Vincent that I was going to smoke, but in reality, I'm just going to answer the call.
"Hello," I began, leaning against the walls outside of the bar.
"I just saw your car, are you inside?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah, I'm with my friend," I replied.
"Can I come?"
"I mean, we are having a moment but sure," I don't want to introduce Trevor to Vincent. In fact, I don't want to introduce Trevor to anyone of my friends, not even my family but the alcohol inside my body made me agree with it.
I waited for Trevor for about five minutes. He'll be coming from the parking area, which is a little bit far from here. By the time he showed up, he had given me a hug and a kiss on my forehead, which made me feel horny for a little bit. His cologne smelled fresh and manly that I just want to cuddle with him. I should be mad at him for leaving without saying goodbye the last time we had sex. I should be throwing a fit at him for just showing up when he's horny, but there's something in me that's restraining me from wreaking havoc.
"Where'd you go?" Vincent asked the moment he saw me. He's probably wondering who's the guy trailing behind me.
"Vincent, this is Trevor, and Trevor this is Vincent." I began introducing the man behind me almost instantly. I was concerned about Vincent's reaction if I tell him that I'm dating Trevor. "He's my boyfriend," But I said it anyway.
"Hey, man nice to meet you,"
"Nice to meet you too, man!" Both guys shook each other's hand.
Trevor sat right beside me and asked for a bottle of beer. The three of us continued drinking for a while. Vincent and I decided to have tequila for a change, and by the time we decided to move to a club, we were all feeling the heat of alcohol burning smoothly. I just noticed that I drive a little bit faster when I'm influenced by alcohol because when I'm sober, I drive almost like a snail. I should probably learn to drive a little bit faster from now on. I know it will come in very much handy if I start working. I don't want to get fired from my first job because I'm always getting late. And I'm always a late person, even if I wake up early I always end up rushing.
We were lucky that we arrived a little bit early at the club and there was no line at all. That's what I hated the most. Every time we go to a club late, we always have to wait for the line, and by the time we enter the club, we're already sober.
We ended up getting the best VIP area overlooking the dance floor. We ordered a vodka and continued our long night of celebration. As time pass by, the club was slowly filled with party people. Some were already tipsy, and some were just crashing by. The dance floor was slowly getting filled with dancers, and the music is starting to get a little wilder.
"I didn't know you have a boyfriend," Vincent began when Trevor went to the comfort room. It was such a breath of relief that he wasn't asking a question a while ago, but now it became clear that he's just waiting for a perfect timing to bring this up to me. He could've only whispered that to me a while ago.
"Yeah, about that." I moved a little bit closer to him. "I just want you to keep quiet about it. You're the only one who knows that we're dating besides us,"
"Oh? Okay, but why? Are you ashamed of him?" Vincent went on. "I mean he has a little bit of an attitude for a man but,"
"I just want to keep our relationship in private, you know," I muttered letting out a heavy sigh. Vincent won't understand if I tell him. I'm not ashamed of Trevor. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm dating a married man, and I'm probably going to hell for that.
"Yeah, I do understand that you want privacy," Vincent said before eventually pouring vodka into our glasses. "A toast?" He asked.
"Let's party!" I replied with a scream. I almost thought I screamed so loud, but the club was already reverberating with booming noise that no one paid attention to me nor even cared about it.
Trevor came back from the comfort room, and my attention went back to him almost instantly. I know this night should be just for Vincent and me to celebrate our success, but I admit that Trevor's sudden appearance made me forget about it. Vincent was just quiet in his corner, smiling at us before eventually going to the comfort room. Trevor and I had one drink and the next thing I know we were already making out as if we were teenagers. As I was busy letting Trevor suck my mouth, someone unexpectedly pulled my hair out of nowhere.
"Ouch! Fuck!" I let out a scream not because I was in pain, but because I was caught by surprise. The hand-pulled my hair from behind and dragged me out of the couch.
"You fucking bitch!" Said a female voice.
"What the fuck!?" I yelled, getting a firm grip of her hands so she won't pull my hair even tighter. Furious of the woman, I clawed her hands with my fake nails, and she let go of my hair.
"Aw,"
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked as I turned around.
"You don't know me?" She asked with such hatred gritting in her tone. She sounded as if she wanted to kill me.
"How should I know you?"
"You're such a slut!" She trailed and then pulled my hair once again. "You're a fucking whore!" I didn't know what to do except that I needed to fight back. I'm not going to let this crazy girl to just pull my hair out of nowhere. I grabbed her hair as well, I tried to pull it better than her, and we rolled for a while.
"Lily," I heard Trevor speak. "What are you doing, Lily?"
I felt Trevor coming to the rescue. I thought he's going to pull me away from this crazy woman, but I was dead wrong. He was on the girl's side, and he's pulling her away from me instead.
"Stop this nonsense, Lily." Trevor spat.
"What is going on here?" I heard Vincent's voice.
"Help me, Vince," I yelled as he quickly came to my side.
Trevor and Vincent managed to get Lily's hands away from me, and I voluntarily let go of her hair.
"Who is this girl?" Vincent asked as he helped me move an inch away. I shook my head and combed my hair using my fingers.
"You don't know me? I'm Lily and I'm his girlfriend." The woman said, and I thought I was just hallucinating, but I wasn't.
"Girlfriend?" I asked in a swerve of confusion.
"Oh yes, whore! I'm the girlfriend of the guy you're kissing,"
"What the fuck is this?" I uttered giving Trevor a confused look. "Trevor, what is going on?"
"Trevor? You really think his name is Trevor?" Lily announced, and I almost want to shut down. This time, I'm starting to feel a little bit dizzy, and the booming noise inside the club became nothing to me.
I didn't know what to do, I was looking around, and everyone's like glitching. I looked at Vincent, and he was trying to say something to me, but I couldn't quite hear him clear enough. I ended up grabbing my purse and rushing outside. I ran like a horse being whipped and faster I did. I just ran until I was already in front of my car.
"Yhannie!" I heard Trevor's voice. I sat at the bumper and tried to catch my breath.
"Go away," I let out, still catching my breath.
"Yhannie, I'm going to explain." Trevor began, and I swear to whoever is ruling the seven heavens that I don't want to hear this.
"Explain what?"
"That's Li..." Trevor was about to proceed to his explanation when the girl cut him right off the bat.
"That's right Dexter, tell her everything," Lily yelled confidently as she was approaching.
"Dexter huh?" I uttered in such disbelief.
"My real name's Jackson. Not Trevor, not even Dexter." Trevor announced, and Lily was caught by surprise just as I was surprised.
"What? Are you for real?" Lily trailed as she was finally made her way beside Trevor.
"You're sick!" I spat. "That's why you want us to be very extra careful," I continued realizing that he brainwashed me into this. I agreed to keep our relationship in private because he's married and I thought he loved me more than his wife.
"Yhannie," He held my hand, but I pushed him away.
"Get away from me," I shouted at him. "And I thought you loved me more than your wife!"
"Wife?" Lily asked with the rush of confusion, getting into her nerves.
"Oh yes, Lily. This man is already married to someone!" I revealed. "You thought I'm the number two and you're definitely right about that. But if you thought you're the number one, well guess what, you need to learn how to count, Lily. You're the number three!"
"But I don't understand," Lily was about to enter the breakdown zone, and I honestly don't care for it. I'm trying not to enter that zone just yet.
"Me too," I said, trying to calm myself from bursting out.
Trevor is the mistake that I want to hide. Trevor made me believe that he loved me more than his wife, but I guess he's just another womanizer. I saw Vincent running, and by the time he got his way towards us, he was already exhausted.
"What's going on?" He asked just as confused as Lily.
"Get me out of here Vincent," I said and fished the keys from my purse.
"Yeah, sure, sure!" Vincent grabbed the keys from me before eventually helping me get inside the car.