When We Met

Forty Nine

|Martin|

More than a few months down the road...

"Get the fuck out, you son of a bi–"

"Deborah!" My voice matches her intensity and we both look at each other with wild eyes. "Deep breaths. It's okay."

"It's okay?! GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I RUN A TRUCK OVER IT!" She shouts and her face grimaces to capture the pain she must be feeling right now. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, THIS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

"Honey, it'll be alright. We're about to reach, don't worry." Mother's voice comes from the backseat and I press harder on the accelerator.

Holy shit. This is really happening.

"Lan, take my advice. Don't ever do this to your girlfriend. No human being deserves to go through with this torture. Aaaaaahh!"

I say nothing.

Taking the next left turn, I see the hospital's sign board and give out a sigh of relief. I park the car within seconds and take out the key, my gaze locked on my twin sister who seems unrecognizable at the moment.

I put my hand on hers, which somehow calms her down.

"Let's do this, Deb. It's gonna be fine, I promise."

"You better keep your promise, buddy. Or else I'll have some ass-kicking to do."

We start laughing and I help her out of the car.

*******

I hear frantic footsteps as I glare at the double doors in front of me. It's been a while and they haven't opened yet. I shouldn't be freaking out because she isn't alone in there, but damn it, I am.

The footsteps get closer and I turn around to find Cheryl approaching me. I immediately feel at ease. With her new job as the working editor of Rivers Publication, she's been as busy as a bee. I hardly get to spend time with her outside the apartment we both now share. So obviously, the sight of her face puts a relieved smile on mine, but as she gets nearer, I realise there's someone behind her. My eyes narrow to look at....

Jace?!

"Hey." Cheryl wraps her arms around me but I focus my steely gaze on my former best friend.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I growl and Cher puts her hands on my chest to calm me down. Doesn't work, might I add.

"I knew you would react like this, so that's why I didn't tell you." She calmly says and I snap my gaze on her.

"Didn't tell me what?"

"Look, man. I–"

"I'm not talking to you, so shut it." I cut Jace off.

"Look at me." Cheryl puts her hand on my cheek and her thumb rubs patterns on my pale skin. "Let's get out of here for a few minutes and I'll tell you everything."

"I'm not leaving Deb alone when I know that he is around."

"I'll never hurt her." Jace says seriously and there's a solid expression on his face.

"Oh really? The reason why she's in there is you! So keep your I-care-about-her bullshit to yourself."

"I do care about her, Martin. And you bloody know it. I know I reacted in the worst possible way–"

"That's what you've got?" I chuckle humorlessly. "Worst possible way?"

"Yes." He bites back. "I know I've been an asshole, and I own up to it. But you don't know anything about my relationship with Deborah."