The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

34-Why should I?

There was a knock at the door and I looked down at Rex who was yipping and scratching  at the door. I had only reached home all of twenty minutes now and I was now about to make a sandwich to eat when there was the knock on the door. I doubted my mother had reached here so quickly, actually I hoped it wasn't her.

Terrance and I still had to decide on a place to have the reception and unless my mother was coming with the answer to all the world's problems, I didn't want to hear nor see her. 

"Rex, barking at the door wouldn't make the person go away." I told the puppy. I made my way towards the door and opened it slowly. The site that awaited me was something I never thought I would see.

My parents stood in front the door with a watery smile and Matthew sat in the wheelchair beside them. I was stunned stupid for all of twelve seconds before Rex started barking.

"You have a dog." My mother said first and I stared at her shocked. I blinked.

"Ugh, yeah." I responded. I stepped back and allowed them entrance into the house. This was the last thing on earth I expected to happen.

"How have you been?" My father asked. I take it, it was because I hadn't called him like he wanted me to. My mother and Matthew's presence threw me off. Were we doing this happy little family thing, if we were I wasn't prepared.

"I've been well. No complains." It was the truth, of course there were things to complain about. I had no location for the reception for the wedding, my dress was being made by a friend of Garfield's who said he could wow me and I still had to work out seating arrangements and Terrance told me to leave the food to him.

"That's good." My mother smiled. They had no idea how awkward this was. Matthew was looking around the living room. It didn't really have much in it. A love seat, a three-seater couch, a coffee table, a on the wall television set and a few pictures on the wall. Nothing spectacular.

"This is a nice house." My father said walking around the living room.

"I hope we weren't interrupting anything important." My mother said taking a tentative seat on the three-seater. Oh no, you weren't. I was not now about to eat lunch or anything of the sort.

"Nope, I wasn't doing anything really." Why lie Gwyn, she knows you were busy. It's obvious, I scolded myself.

"Oh, well good." This was getting painfully awkward, and not the good kind.

"So, am, how come you guys are here?" I asked tired of the guessing game already. My mother fidgeted oddly and Matthew still avoided my eyes.

"I don't know if you are aware but a war is brewing and I'm afraid that they might come for you." My father said and I looked at him oddly.

"That war has  nothing to do with me. It  really doesn't." 

"It's your fiance's father against the south boys and you could get caught in the wildfire."

"So what?"

"We were hoping that you would be willing to fly out for a bit, maybe three weeks, just enough time for the war to pass and  things to settle back into place."

"When?" Look at reasoning Gwyn, reasoning.

"Tomorrow." Talk about short notice.

"What!" I stood from my seat. "Are you crazy, I'm getting married in two weeks."

"Push back the wedding." Matthew said in a duh tone.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have a wedding you've been planning for." I snapped.

"No, of course not. Just  that the woman I was going to marry lost our baby after getting attacked and I might be permanently paralyzed and you are concerned about the fact that your wedding will get postponed." He huffed.

"We all have different problems. No need to be sorry over  something you aren't ready for."

"I'm not sour. You are. You only getting  on like this because you can't carry back time and stop yourself from losing your chances to produce children." Low blow brother. Low fucking blow.

"I'm not changing my mind; you don't know anything about me."

"Of course not. Not since you started wearing big girl undies."

"Not since you tucked your tail between your legs and cowered out." I hissed.

"Matthew, Gwyn. Stop this." My mother tried. Her plea fell on deaf ears. She was in my house, she couldn't come here and tell me what to do.

"Me! A coward, never. I fight in the army of Trinidad and Tobago. I never considered myself a coward, Gwyn."

"That says nothing, brother. You're as much a pussy as any other person who don't face their problems head on."

"Bitch please.  You feel because you getting a little prick you ready for war. You don't know the half of it. You need to leave, for your safety."

"You don't care about me. You don't. None of you do so stop acting as though you do." Maybe that was a lie, I didn't know for sure.

"Don't say that Gwyn." It was my father who said that. Odd.

"Tuck tail and leave." Matthew hissed.

"Why? The moment I want to stand for myself I'm what, selfish. Mindless. So what. Why should I leave? Give me a good reason." I snapped.

"You could be killed." My mother whispered, she watched me with sad eyes as though she expected me to feel remorse.

"So what! People die everyday. Every damn day. If I am to die, then i'm embracing death. I'm not afraid to die." I huffed.

"Don't say that." My mother responded frantically.

"You don't know how it was for me. You don't know the life I've been living.  You don't have the right, the authority to tell me not to wish for death. None of you know the amount of times I've wished for death. None of you!" I was breathing heavily.

"Lyn-" I cut him off.

"Get out!"

"Gwyndolyn-" I cut her off to.

"I said get out!" It was a frustrated scream that sounded more pained than anything else that left my lips.

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Just a note from your friendly author.

Well I should be studying now, before boyfriend catches a coronary. So just a little update here and on Walk With Me.

Do enjoy and hopefully and update before the big holiday: 16 days away.

gummyfk :*