INSTA-Daddy

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[TOM]

I  excused myself to Gabby and her mom before exiting the room.

'I need to go to the bathroom,' I told them but we all know that's a lie. Gabby beamed me a displeasing look.  I went out anyways.

"Tom?" I heard a squeal from behind the moment I closed the door from outside the room. I glanced back, only to see Jennifer sashaying towards me.

I huffed through my nose, feeling irritated of the situation. I didn't want to see her, much more talk to her.

I wondered why she was here, then I remembered that I sent her boyfriend here. It was his fault in the first place. Whatever I did to him was worth it and very much well-deserved.

"What?" I grunted, completely turning around to face her.

"What are you doing he--" she paused her question after glimpsing at the sign on the door to our side. Ultrasound Room. She gazed back at me from top to bottom with a sheepish look like she was examining the scene.

"Is Gabby inside?" She questioned, pointing to the door where she just saw me come out. I didn't reply. It's the best thing to do.

The irritation on her face because of my snubbing was visible. "Hey don't be rude! I'm still talking to you!!!!"

I only flashed her a smug look, turning away and started marching forward. All I wanted was a smoke and I got to see her... Of all goddamn people!

I went outside the hospital and went straight to the spot where I parked my motorbike. Gabby went here on a cab with her family while I used my own vehicle. I can just go home whenever I want or go some place else other than this garbage establish. However, even though I know Gabby's mom won't allow her to ride on my motorcycle, I still felt obliged to wait for them. I guess that's what gentlemen do, right?

When I got to the spot where I parked the motorbike, I sat down on the curb adjacent to the bike's parking spot. I snatched a cigarette stick from my pocket, snatched my lighter afterwards, and did my smoking thing.

As much as I didn't want to, I couldn't stop myself from indulging into a little bit of area scanning. I guess you can say it's a habit I've developed from being a rascal in the streets.

Cars came and go and Gabby hasn't come out yet. To be honest, I'm beginning to get impatient. Perhaps they're still taking all their time chit-chatting with that Dr. Gillan person.

But no. I have to extend my patience.
My cigarette stick had already ashed away so I decided to go back to where I left them and check if they're still alive and breathing. I mean, they couldn't have left already. I'm pretty sure they're still inside because if they weren't I would have seen them, or Gabby will inform me.

Unless she thought I went ahead and didn't wait for them. I tried burning that possibility in my mind.

As I stood up, there was a vibration coming from my jeans' back pocket. The vibration was accompanied by my Spiderman Instrumental theme song. I quickly grabbed for it, looked at the screen, and gaped upon reading the caller ID.

Margie.

I raised an eyebrow, baffled. Why was she calling me? I told her I'm busy. I told her not to bug me. I told her I don't have the time for her. What does this bitch needs this time?

I answered it unwillingly.

"What?" I said in a rough tone with deep furrowed eyebrows.

["I know you told me you're spending time with Gabby but--"]

She paused with a droopy gasp. My furrowed eyebrows faded and so was my annoyance.

[..."I need you right now Tom. Please,"]

Her words were slightly muffled but still understandable. It became clear to me that she was crying... Real hard.

Another set of confusion for me. Why was she calling me if she's sad? As far as I can remember, our current tie together would only be study partners... Not friends. After the exam and I get a passing score or grade, it would be the same as before... Peace, quiet, and solo flight for me.... Except when I'm with Gabby of course.

"You're fucking kidding me right,?" My annoyance came back.

I heard some more crying over the phone. I thought of hanging up since I'm not comfortable with too much dramas.

As I was about to press the end call button, what she said next ceased my thumb from doing so.

["I'm gonna kill myself. I need someone to stop me. Please."]

What the fuck?

"Don't you have friends?!!" I yelled. It wasn't a good word, not even for me. Sure, I beat the crap out of people; perhaps sending them to an early coma or worse-- death.

But suicide? That is so low even for me.

She didn't reply. Her words probably got overpowered by the tears and all that sobbing and crying.

["I'm tempted to kill myself. I just need someone to talk to,"]

She said the moment she was able to gather up some words. It didn't answer my question though.

I clutched my fist and gritted my teeth. If only I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't have welcomed her in my life. And now I have to comfort her from her little drama.

Girls are so full of drama.

She was really insisting she'd kill herself if I don't agree to visit her at her house. But I was torn between choosing whether I give in to her or wait for Gabby.

Why isn't she still coming out?!!!

["It hurts. W-who knew one s-slash w-would sti-ng s-so bad,"]

I heard her say over the phone.

What the fuck?! "Alright goddamnit. I'm coming over," I told her before hanging up the call.

I guess I have no choice. I got on the motorbike and started the engine, but before I drive off, I took one more glance at the hospital entrance way, hoping Gabby will come out with her mom and brother. But there was still no sight of them.

I quickly sent a message to Gabby, informing her where I was headed. However, I didn't tell her I was going to Margie's. I don't know how she'll react if I tell her that. She's not fond of seeing us together even though I already told her I only need her to pass the exam; I'm not dense not to feel that.

If we're making her uncomfortable with that, then it's best not to tell.

Remember what the doctor said, 'avoid stress', I commanded myself

What I did tell her was: Going to an underground boxing fight. And yes. At this time of the day. Don't tell anyone or else you're dead.

There. I think that will suffice. At least I gave her a reason I was gone and couldn't wait for her, in case she cared.

****

I drove with full speed, going beyond the speed limit. Luckily, there were no traffic police to stop and arrest me.

After parking my motorbike somewhere near outside Margie's house, I marched towards their doorstep and knocked loudly.

"Who's there?" A voice asked from the inside. It sounded like Margie. I told her it was me and I waited for her to open the door.

The door opened and I was bombed with surprise when Margie hopped towards the doorway, enclosing her arms over my shoulders.

Before I could shove her away, she drew her face closer and kissed me.

*****
A/N

Well that escalated quickly.

Ugggg writer's block always lead to shitty writing. I am so sorry in advance guys. But thank you for taking notice of this story :)

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