The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Yhannie
Vincent took over the driving responsibility as I'm in no perfect shape to drive. I might just step on the engine and crash this car somewhere. I sat down quietly at the passenger's seat as I let the hurt clench my chest and jerk my eyes. I was so much petrified by pain and confusion that I seemingly forgot how to talk except for the occasional whimpering that I'm making. It's like my tongue got sucked inside my throat. I wanted to save my tears for another day, but my drunkenness just had me tearing up as we drive home. My tears, they just keep on cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall. I leaned my head against the window and stared outside as Vincent continued to drive.
How could Trevor do this to me? That's what I'm trying to ask myself. I've already accepted the fact that I'm just a mistress and that I'm most definitely going to hell for that. But after what happened tonight, it became clear that Trevor's the one going to hell for this. I thought the reason why we wanted to keep this relationship private is only because of his wife. But all the while there's another mistress that I don't know of. Who knows how many women Trevor has preyed on? Who knows if we're not just three? What if there's five or six or seven. I feel extremely bad for Lily. That woman was so confident of picking a fight with me, telling me that I'm the whore, that I stole his man but little did she know we are just of the same feathers. Were both whores. We both stole Trevor from his unsuspecting wife.
I just can't imagine how the wife would feel if she hears about this. She might be the original, but it's crystal clear that Trevor doesn't love her anymore and that will probably destroy her world. Just like how my world is destroyed right now.
"What happened?" Vincent finally spoke ultimately usurping the reign of silence and sadness that's been sitting at the throne for a long while. I snapped back to my senses and realized we were already driving close to our building.
"I thought he loved me so much," Still leaning my head against the window, I spoke so much like a robot running out of battery.
"I don't know him that much but he's a pussy," Vincent uttered. It's true, Trevor's a pussy. And why am I still calling him Trevor when his real name is Jackson after all. I don't really give a fuck about his real name but the audacity of him to keep me that for a year is beyond condemnable. I don't even know why caught a whiff that he's married but never found out that Trevor isn't his real name.
"I loved him that I wanted to stay even after I found out that he's married," Now that Vincent has seen the bag, I might as well let the cat out of the bag. There's no point in hiding this shit from him anymore.
"What? He's married?" Vincent let out in utter shock.
"I guess he never loved me at all. He only loved my pussy," I followed up. It's all starting to making sense to me now. Trevor's all geared up and energized when it comes to sex, and though I loved that part of our relationship, I always let it pass when he just leaves without saying goodbye after. Perhaps it's because the next time we see each other, he'll be just as hot as he was and I'm just a horny girl. The dots are slowly drawing a picture for me.
"Hold up, he's married?" Vincent asked loudly, repeating what he just said and completely ignoring my statement.
"Yes, he's already married and he even has a kid," I spat at him, and then I went quiet.
How could I do this to myself? I asked myself this time. Trevor isn't the only man on this planet, and yet I was so much drowning in his quicksand. He's slowly sucking me in. I just don't understand why I stayed after knowing that Trevor is already married to someone else. He got me completely locked in the palm of his hands. I should've left the moment he admitted that he's already married and spared myself the sin and the pain. But as a terrible decision-maker, I covered my eyes and chose the sin and the pain, and look what it got me. Shattered to pieces like a champagne glass smashed on a wall. I'm really terrible at making good decisions for myself.
We finally arrived at our building, and as Vincent pull over, I just want to stay here inside this car for a while longer. Vincent eventually parked the car and killed the engine bringing back the silence that I hated the most. Now what? I wanted to just drive around the city all night and keep driving until I fall asleep, but I know that's not how this thing works.
"We are home," Vincent announced, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Okay," I muttered almost cold as ice. "Just leave me here,"
"What? Girl, no, it's cold out here." Vincent refused.
"Then let me freeze to death," I scowled at him. I didn't even realize that I'm already starting to raise my voice.
"Are you for real?"
"Yes, just fucking let me be," I yelled at him, and I know it's about to get on his nerve.
"Okay, I understand that you need some time to be alone but at least let me walk you to your unit," Vincent replied attempting to be the bigger person here, but I'm just shutting him down.
"No, it's fine. I'm okay. Just fucking leave me!!!" This time my voice is so loud that it reverberated throughout the parking lot.
"Okay, fine!" Vincent replied, still keeping his calm demeanor. He opened the door and was about to step out of my car, but then he stopped and faced me. "You know what Yhannie, I'm just going to let this out of my chest." He closed the door and continued talking. "I thought we were going to have some fun and celebrate together but then that guy showed up and you completely forgot about my existence."
"What are you saying?" I asked, seemingly confused. I know what was going on a while ago at the club, but I don't understand why he is bringing this up right now. It's not making sense to me.
"Oh, don't act like a fool, Yhannie. You've been ignoring me the whole time we were at the club,"
"I'm not, Vincent. I swear I was not ignoring you. I was just pre-occupied by Trevor,"
"Oh thank god you brought that womanizer up. Why are you even dating a married man?" Vincent trailed deliberately throwing two stones at me. It became crystal clear to me now that Trevor is all but a womanizing douchebag. And for me to even keep him and accept becoming a mistress is such a terrible mistake. In a way, I kind of pushed myself into the very edge of a cliff.
"You don't understand," I tried talking while restraining myself from whimpering.
"No, you don't understand." He pointed at me in such an incriminating way. "A smart and kind person like you knows that dating a married man is wrong. Why the hell would you do that?"
"I don't know," I replied. At this rate, I'm not in the best position to think of anything. Vincent has willfully cornered me, and I don't have anywhere to go. "I don't know. I don't fucking know," I'm finally left with no other choice but to burst out. The heavy pour of tears that I've been trying to save for myself was quickly popped by a needle, and now it's leaking.
"Yhannie, you know I've told you the reason why Keiran broke up with me. It's because I cheated. I think we're on different sides of the trench. I was the one who cheated. Meanwhile, you were just in love with a guy that you don't clearly know. But you know we are also similar in a way." Vincent leaned his head on the headrest.
"Er..." I looked at him with my eyes still dripping in tears.
"We both know what we are doing. We both know that it's wrong but we still continued. In my case, I cheated once and then did it again. And you, you found out that he's married and yet you chose to stay."
"So basically you're telling me that we are both going to hell?" I replied and then realized how funny that was. I couldn't help myself but let out a chortle.
"No! What I'm trying to say is that we both have to realize each of our mistakes and grow from it." Vincent spat giving me a serious look but then quickly let out a burst of laughter. "But I guess you're right. We're both going to hell,"
"Then hell it is," We both chuckled and then went silent almost instantly. "Jesus, stop making me laugh when I'm crying. You're making me look ugly." I trailed wiping my tears with my hands.
"Everyone's ugly when they cry anyway so,"
"Shit, we really did those things huh?" I said as I straightened my body and opened the door for a better source of air. I felt like my cries and whimpers sucked all the air inside.
"Damn right, we did!" Vincent nodded in complete agreement.
"Oh wait, I think I have something here." I suddenly remembered stealing a stick of some holy grass from Trevor.
"Huh?" Vincent uttered as I tried to find it inside my purse. I almost removed everything inside before eventually finding it.
"Here you are," I said.
"Is that?" Vincent pointed at the stick.
"Weed,"
"Where'd you get that?"
"I stole it from Trevor," I answered, and Vincent was quick enough that he's already handing me a lighter. I grabbed it fast and lit up the weed.
I took a puff, and it certainly felt good as soon as I let it in. I think I'm okay now. I took another, and then Vincent grabbed it from my hand.
"Let me have some of that!" Vincent took a puff and then savored the moment. "Oh shit, that's magic!"
"I'm going to miss Trevor's dick," I spat out of nowhere.
"What the fuck," Vincent replied as he choked from the smoke and his laughter.
"So what are we going to do now that we are single?" I asked Vincent.
"I already told you. I'm going to enjoy being single for a while," Vincent replied with such confidence.
"I think I might do that as well. I might as well focus on working,"
"And I'm going to focus on Law School."
"Maybe if I wanted a man," I took another puff and then gave the weed to Vincent. "I could probably go out and get one because I am what?"
"Sickening!"
As we both finished smoking the weed, we began cracking up laughter after laughter as if we're on a comedy bar. It's already four in the morning when we finally decided to head inside my apartment. I thought we were going to rest, but we both agreed that we are hungry and ended up ordering pizza.