Raddish Boy

Not One But Two

“Beam’s POV”

Things started running in my mind. So I was wrong for thinking that it was Torn. Instead it was Belle; it was her who matched my blood type.

Is it just a coincident?

I suddenly had flashbacks of her. Come to think of it, she seemed fishy these past few months. I saw her once putting something in my food. It was that same powder in silver foil that Torn tried to put in my drink before. ‘Hmmm..’ Now that I recall of that, I never did knew what it was. And why they wanted me so bad to take it without me knowing.

I don’t want to judge my son or Belle for that matter. Maybe I just need clarifications or an honest explanation. Deep inside me says that they meant me no harm. Besides, they were family to me, especially Torn.

Moments later, Torn arrived and just as I thought, Belle was with her. My heart started racing for I know the answer already. There were still a lot of questions that were playing in my head but I couldn’t find any explanation for them yet. The pieces for this puzzle just wouldn’t match up.

Why are they together? Is there something I should know about Belle?

I need to hear it directly from Torn. I took a deep breath to prepare myself for a big revelation.

I asked everyone to leave the room. Even my parents looked dumbfounded when I asked them to step outside again. Everyone left except Forth who stood still on guard beside me.

“Forth, can you leave for a while? I want to speak with Torn.”

“You can talk to him while I’m here.” Forth acting jealously

“Please..”

After a battle of no-blinking eye to eye contact with Forth, he finally gave up.

“Hmmnn.. Okay.” Forth brows knitted.

Right before he takes his leave, he stole one more kiss from me but this time, right in front of our son. He glared at Torn while doing it hence sending the message that I was his.

Stupid Forth! If he knew that Torn was his son, he wouldn’t do such an embarrassing thing. He bumped purposely Torn’s shoulder on his way out. What will I ever do to him? He’s acting childishly again.

“Explain young man.” I spoke sternly as soon as the door shuts.

Torn seems to be a bit fidgety. All he did was to squirm in his position and stare at the ceiling. I can see from his actions that he’s a bit hesitant to tell me the truth. What was holding him back? I was waiting for him to talk but it seems like it will take us forever in here.