The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

Dominic
Who knew this day would be surprisingly interesting in the most dramatic way possible? I was just having a regular date with the person that I love the most, and I couldn't believe things have just turned to a sharp curve. For the most part, I zipped and kept my mouth shut just as Valentine was striking a serious conversation with his estranged mom. I don't know why I called it estranged, but all I know is that they have an interesting history. I thought their relationship is gone for good. Well, it kind of is, but this ongoing conversation is telling me that there's a little bit of hope for it. Valentine used to hate his mother to death, like if the ship is sinking and can only save one between his father and mother, we all know he will choose his father right off the bat. Somehow I'm a little bit confused that he followed her from that restaurant all the way here, but that just tells me that he's changed so much through the years. Maybe he'd changed more than what I'm expecting from him. I immediately thought that Valentine had already forgiven his mother, but I could be dead-ass wrong. What if he's just planning something. I didn't want to think about it.
"Why didn't you called us?" Valentine spat after his mother told her side of the story.
"I was ashamed of myself. Until now I haven't paid the money that I borrowed from your dad." Valentine's mom uttered, and I could tell that it's taking a lot of courage for her to face Valentine like this, especially here in her own home.
"But..." Valentine was about to speak, but his mother cut him off before he could even spit the second word of his sentence.
"I did a lot of mistakes in my life before and leaving you, Vincent and your father was the greatest of them all. I don't know how can I can make up for that. I don't think I will ever...."
I feel like I shouldn't probably be in here with them talking about such a serious matter like this. It's rather strange for me to hear this conversation since I can't relate to it at all and all I can do is listen to what's going on.
"M...I..."
I noticed Valentine was about to cry. I tapped his leg to let him know that I am here and I'll be with him through this, but he just decided that he just ran out of courage to face this and chose to run away from it.
"Vale..." I was about to stop Valentine from running outside, but his mother cut me off.
"Just let him be,"
"But,"
"Hey, hey. It's okay. What I did to them is unforgivable and I understand if he can't contain his anger. I was the one to blame for everything." She trailed, and I can almost tell that she's on the verge of a breakdown, but she's trying to fight it.
"That's not true," I uttered. I think I was trying to lighten up her situation, but even I know she's to blame for everything. She's the reason why Valentine had a hard time growing up and fitting in with the rest of the normal kids. This is really getting really hard for me, at least in my situation, and I can only imagine how Valentine's feeling right now.
"You're his boyfriend right?" She asked all of a sudden, looking at me straight in the eye.
"Uhm..." I nodded in agreement. There was a moment of uncertainty in me, especially with the fact that I'm still trying to gain Valentine's trust back, and he already introduced me to his estranged mother as his boyfriend. It's clearly a stretch, but somehow, I am feeling the fantasy.
"See, I didn't even know my son is gay." She let out a quiet chuckle, and I can almost imagine her reaction if she knew that both of her sons are gay. This woman missed a whole series of Valentine and Vincent's life. "I am such a terrible mother." She uttered as a single tear dropped from her eye.
"I should probably go and check on him." I said awkwardly. I was out of comforting words to say to her, and I don't even want to fake it. I admit I don't have anything else to say. First of all, I don't have the right to tell some other things about her sons. Second, I can't relate to this whole drama, and I can only comfort Valentine. Lastly, if there's even a tiny percent of chance for them to forgive each other, I am not the best person to offer help.
"Hey," She held my hand. "Do you love my son?" She asked, and I was immediately caught off guard. Of course, I do love Valentine.
"I... I do. I love him more than anything else in the world." I replied, suddenly feeling my heart beating.
"I'm going to ask you a favor, if that's okay?"
"Yes... That's not a problem."
"Please take good care of my Valentine. I know he is fragile, even until now and I want you to not hurt him." She was beginning to sob, but she's keeping it quiet so that her twins won't hear her. "Please take good care of him the way I would've."
"I will."
I gave Valentine's mother a tight hug before prancing out of the room and eventually out of the building, where I found Valentine punching the wall outside. I immediately saw the old Valentine in him. The short fuse Valentine seemed to find violence as a way to find comfort. In the few days that I've been with him, he seemed to have changed significantly, and now I feel like he just reverted back to his old habits.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was cursing out and even kicking the bushes. I can feel his anger and pain painted on the canvas that's his face. And honestly, right now, I just want to let him do his thing. I just want to let him release all this energy, for I know that everything will be back to normal once he managed to let them out.
"Hey, Val." I said, calling out for his attention.
"I'm sorry. I am sorry." He was crying horribly. Tears were streaming down his face like a waterfall, and although I can't relate to his pain, I can see it clearly through his eyes.
"It's okay, Valentine. I'm here." I grabbed and hugged him as tight as I could. He hugged me back and began sobbing on my chest.
We stood hugging each other for about five minutes before Valentine decided to get out of this place. We rode a cab that took us to where Valentine had parked his car earlier this day.
"Are you okay now?" I asked Valentine after we both got inside his car.
"Honestly, I am not okay." He replied and then grabbed a stick of cigarette. As he was lighting it up, I saw the red marks that he got from punching the walls. It wasn't bleeding, but they were starting to form shapes. "I had a lot of things to say to her."
"Well she told her side of the story,"
"Exactly. Now I feel somehow guilty for a lot of things. I hated her so much that I could murder her. All this years, I thought I'll be dragging her to filth if ever I see her again but..." He paused and took a puff of cigarette before eventually continuing. "I don't know. What I thought I would do isn't what I did. I was like a scared cat back there."
"Have you forgiven her?" I followed up. For a quick moment, I realized that forgive is literally a strong word. Even I know that I need to hear and feel that from Valentine. I guess me and his mother both have similarities, after all.
"That's what I'm asking myself. I thought seeing her again will make me go nuts, but it didn't. I'm not angry at her anymore and I want to forgive her."
"You should forgive her." I uttered. It is not because I wanted to be forgiven as well, but it is what needs to be done.
"I believe I shall forgive her. Soon enough."
After smoking his cigarette, Valentine started the engine and began driving. The thirty-minute drive was the quietest that I've had with him for the longest time. He was just so muted that I tried striking a simple conversation but quickly deciding not to. I looked over at him once, and I can see that he's deeply drifting towards another dimension. He's doing a lot of thinking, and I don't want to interrupt him from growing as a person, so I just let him drive with such peace. I leaned my head against the window and just stared at the road, and with the growing silence, I felt as if I don't exist at all. But I was wrong. All I did was grabbing his free hand and kissing it. That gesture alone was enough to confirm that I still exist. Valentine looked at me, his eyes were filled with questions, and then he smiled like it wasn't showing at all. I smiled back, and I felt my heart skipped a beat.
It was still early in the evening when we arrived at Valentine's house, and he just decided that he's had a long day. Of course, I do understand why he feels so much exhausted. That's how I would feel if I were in his shoes. While Valentine was having a shower, I was preoccupied on my own.
"Please take good care of him the way I would've." The voice of his mother still hasn't left my head. It's a simple statement, but it goes deeper than that. I just can't get over the fact that we're both significant figures in Valentine's life, and I thought I was always the better one than his mother, but I was wrong. In the eyes of truth, we're just the same. His mother hurt him, and I hurt him as well. We've both dealt damage to him, and he surely did not deserve any of it.
Valentine emerged from the bathroom looking like a son of a god. I just wondered why does he even has to wear that towel when I've already seen everything? Or maybe I was just being a pervert. I was drooling in my head, and it took a snap from Valentine's finger for me to pull me back to reality.
I thought I just had a quick shower, but Valentine had already fallen asleep when I was finally finished. He didn't even bother to wait for me, but that's okay. I know the day had been long for him, perhaps even tiring than his day at work, and he certainly deserves to rest. I borrowed a shirt from Valentine's drawer and eventually sat on the bed right beside him.
This day was definitely interesting. We had a date, and for the most part of it, my heart and stomach were filled with fluttering butterflies, but the thing that sticks out to me is what happened with him and his mother. Is it a twist at the end of a movie? It seemed like it. I was almost convinced that our date will continue until tonight. Maybe there would be hugs and kisses or even bodies talking, but I was disappointed.
Gazing upon a sleeping Valentine never felt so electrifying. I used to miss every single moment of this, and it's surreal to think that I'm right here reaping every single dosage of it.
"Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Deeper than ever before." I sighed, giving his head a gentle pat. I laid beside him for a while, and I just can't fall asleep this fucking early. It's just nine-thirty, and I usually go to bed at eleven.
I propped myself up and decided to fix some of Valentine's things. His laundries were all over the place, and I just decided to gather them up in the humper basket. I looked under his bed, and just as I suspected, there's some of his suit there. I pulled them until I saw a familiar piece of paper. I picked it up only to read "How to Destroy a Fuckboy" written on it.