The heartbeats

Chapter 22

>Ian
{two years ago}

I kissed her for the last time before getting into my car. She looks at the car as I disappear. I left her my T-shirt as a souvenir and I took in return, without her knowing, the dress she wore on her birthday. Her short purple dress which is one of her favorites despite the event that occurred. I'll give anything to see her reaction when she finds out.

I just arrived at my parents' house in Boston.
"My son" my mother shouts enthusiastically.
"Hello mother" she throws herself at me and takes me in her arms.
"I missed you" she said, letting go of me.
"You too" I smile at her.
"I knew you are a man of your word," my father adds, coming from behind my mother.
He extends his hand towards me and I extend mine, we greet each other like two real businessmen and not like father and son.
"I'll tell the maid to prepare your room," my mother informs me before going to get her.
My father pats me on the back as we walk to his office.
"You will start working alongside me in the company tomorrow" he orders me.
I roll my eyes when he goes silent.
"And after tomorrow, we have guests at dinner" adds my mother when she enters, "dress nicely" she winks at me, taking the glass of wishkey from my father's hand and taking a long sip.
"Ok, other things to inform me ?" I ask.
"No" they say in harmony.
I leave his office and go look for my brother. I'm starting to believe and convince myself that I work for them and not that I'm their fucking son. My mother, since I was a teenager, has been planning my marriage to her friend's daughter and since I was twelve years old I have been refusing and going out with so many girls, but my father is agree with her and support her. So instead of my mother, I also have my father to convince and run away from. I think she's the one who will come the day after tomorrow. No I don't think so, I'm sure of that.
"Ian" shouts my little brother – Chris – when he sees me enter his room. He runs up to me and gives me a hug.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" he asks surprised but happy at the same time.
"I didn't know I was going to come back" I answer truthfully.
"Hi, Ian," my sister greets me from behind me, "hi, Isabelle."
She closes the door to her room.
"Are you going to stay?" I nod,
"yes, I think so" I retort.

My mother's guests is coming this evening. I don't listen to my mother's word to dress properly and I wear casual clothes; sweatpants and a hoodie. Plus, I already have a girlfriend and I love her more than anything in the world, more than anyone. I'm in the living room when the guests arrive and I'm not surprised at all. Kira, my mother's friend's daughter, and her parents come home. None of my parents have seen what I'm wearing yet, they're getting ready. I am lying on the sofa with my phone in my hands when the maid invites them to join me. I refrain from getting up. The rest of my family is going down.
"Good evening" greets my mother but the tone of her voice decreases when she sees me.
"Good evening" Kira's parents respond.
"Shall we sit down to eat?" my father asks,
"Ok" they say in harmony nodding their heads.
"Will you talk to me for a second? Sorry Linda, Matt and Kira, we'll be back" my mother asks me and apologizes to her guests.
I roll my eyes and join her upstairs.
"No, but are you kidding me? Change your outfit immediately and can you tell me why you were lying on the couch when our guests have just arrived?" she shouts, placing her hands on her hips.
"No, I'm not going to change. I'm comfortable like that and I was talking with my girlfriend so I wasn't free to get up" I insist on the term, my girlfriend, so that she understands these two words.
"I don't care about your situation with that girl. You're going to marry Kira sooner or later. Change your clothes and join me" she finished before going downstairs.
Through the anger of her words, I hit the wall in front of me. My knuckles bleed. I come back down after a few minutes without changing my clothes. I sit in the only empty seat next to Kira. I don't hate her but at the same time I don't like her. She is kind, friendly, helpful but not as much as my little butterfly. My butterfly is fucking perfect.
"Are you fine?" Kira whispers to me placing her fingers on my wounds but I remove my hand immediately,
"yes, thank you" I respond coldly.
My mother is going to kill me with her gazes and I can't refrain from putting a smirk on my lips.
"Now that you are starting college in a few months, your wedding will be soon" Linda orders with a kind tone.
I aggressively throw my knife and my fork on the table.
"Mom, I don't want to get married until I'm at least halfway through college," Kira responds softly. "Okay, so you will get married in two years" says his father, "and from now on, you will be dating" my father adds.
"What?" I scream.
"I remind you that I have a girlfriend that I love—" I address my parents and my mother interrupts me, "Ian enough. You're going to break up with that fucking gir—" I interrupt her by standing up while pushing the table, "don't ever talk about her that way again, is that clear?" it is an order and not a question.
I get up and leave the house, leaving them sitting on the table.

A month has passed since I left my butterfly alone. I just woke up and the first thing I do is call her. I miss her and I couldn't go see her because of my father who won't even let me breathe. I work day and night, every hour, every minute and every fucking second. She picks up.
"Hello, my little butterfly" I greet her and she puts a beautiful and sweet smile on her face before answering me and placing her phone on her desk. She takes off her pajamas and she is not wearing a bra. I'm already hard under my sweatpants just seeing her half naked, I miss having her around my cock. She is lost in her thoughts and I know very well what she is thinking. I just awakened her sexual desires.
"I'll call you tonight," I inform her.
"Goodbye" she said with a soft tone, tilting her head. "I love you" we say together before hanging up.
I haven't told her about Kira yet. I hate when I hide things from her but at the same time I don't know how to tell her, not to mention that she's not completely healed from everything that happened. She gets angry quickly and I don't want to put her in that situation while I'm away from her.

I was at the company, and I just arrived home. My parents are waiting for me in the living room, they are angry, it looks like Kira's parents have informed them that I am not following the plan they have created for me and Kira for a month.
"Why you don't talk to Kira? Why don't you ask her out?" my mother asks with a slightly raised tone.
"I already tell why" I answer coldly and seriously, putting my hands in the front pocket of my pants. "Look son, you have to marry Kira because your last names together allow our company to remain one of the most powerful. Plus, when her father and I retire, you are both going to be the CEOs of the companies so if you get married, you will be more powerful, stronger" my father said calmly.
"Father, I don't want to be the CEO of this fucking company, I want to become an architect for the thousandth time and I don't want to marry Kira" the tone of my voice starts to rise.
"You're leaving me no other choice. So If you don't marry Kira and become CEO, I'll make your so-called girlfriend's life a living hell. And you know what I'm capable of. I will call all the universities she is applying to and I will do everything in my power to ensure that she is not accepted. And this is only the beginning. Her dream of becoming a psychologist will disappear" he orders me.
"From tomorrow, you're not going to speak to her anymore or I'll start calling the universities and every fucking clinics" he finished.
Anger takes over every part of my fucking body. How did he know her dream? I go back to my room. I can't ruin her chances of becoming the woman she wants to be. I call her and she immediately noticed that I am not as usual. I love her, so fucking much. I want to speak to her for the last time. I want to tell her that I love her for the last time. I want to see her for the last time. I want to hear her voice for the last time. We talked for more than two hours and she ended up falling asleep in our video call. I continued to watch her sleep for about an hour,
"I'm so sorry my love, I'll always love you no matter what. I hope you will forgive me one day" I whisper hoping she can hear me before picking up.

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