Glazed Doughnuts

CH 12: Apologies & No

All Mew could do with his broken heart was cry. So, he did. He let his emotions take over his sanity and became a teary mess. His hands were clutching at his heart, trying to keep it from jumping out of his chest and leaving him empty. His eyes were shut close, tears were paving their way from his eyes to the ground where his head rested. His legs were numb. He couldn't feel them. He wanted to get up and at least reach the living room. But no. His torso just won't rise.

He was groaning and screaming in heartache. He was out of breath but still, he could not stop crying. His voice was already hoarse. His condition spoke nothing but regret.

He regrets that he couldn't understand his feelings earlier. Why did he only have to understand that he had started to love Gulf when another girl was all over Gulf's body. If only he had realized it all a little earlier, maybe they would be in each other's embrace right now. Maybe Mew would have had a shoulder to lean on. Maybe he would have someone to rely on. But his stupid brain was too slow for that.

And his heart was back to its cage once again. Gulf must be happy with that girl. Maybe Gulf was already thinking of a divorce. Then, Mew won't even have those pieces of paper they called 'Marriage Certificate' to hold onto. By now, Mew only thought of himself as a waste of space.

All he knew was that he was too late. Too late in loving Gulf. He was so late that Gulf already found someone new. But it would be too hard for Mew to find someone new. Given his medical condition, nearly impossible. Mew didn't realize but he slept there on the floor of tiredness from crying so much.

*NEXT AFTERNOON, SUNDAY*

Mew was woken by continuous knocks. "Who the hell is there?" He stirred up. And suddenly the knocks stopped. Mew was suspicious of it and so he fished his phone out. He called Win. This man was on Mew's speed dial along with Wan. These were the only two he could unconditionally trust. Win picked the call after some missed rings.

[THE CALL]

Win: Are you ready to talk to me now, phi?

Mew: Win can you and Wan please come to my house?

Win: You mean Mr. Kanawut's place or your dad's?

Mew: My dad's. Be here quick. Please.

Win *worried*: Anything wrong?

Mew: Just come here you both. And then I tell you.

Win: Okay phi. I'm on my way.

[CALL END]

Mew looked out of the window but there seemed to be nobody. "Who the hell was banging the door?" Mew asked himself. He was still staring out of the window when he saw two feminine figures approached the door. He checked the time and it was half an hour past three. The knocks were heard again. This time more violent. Mew walked to the door and opened it slightly and was greeted by an ugly sight.

He saw his stepmother and stepsister standing there. "What the fuck took you so long to open the door?" Pling shot at him. Mew was already not in a good mood because of the series of happenings from last night and now he saw his least favorite humans at his door again. "I thought we weren't going to meet again?" Mew glared at the two. He still didn't let them in. He had no reason to let them in. This house was Mew's property so who comes here and who doesn't was under his control. And he was ready to even let a terrorist in but not this mother-daughter duo.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Mew was stern with every word. "Moving back in," Jenna said. "And why is that so?" Mew asked. "Because I got transferred here. And this is our house," Jenna said. Mew scoffed, "Sorry, but the property papers have my name as the owner. And as the one whom this house belongs to, I don't let you two in." Pling was visibly pissed. "We've lived here for years. And we will continue to live here," Pling said in an announcing tone. Mew smirked but someone called his name before he could say anything. His two friends were there, already glaring at the stepfamily of Mew.