The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Thirty: Freedom

He craned my neck using his free hand. My hands went down on his chest. He was about to climb on the hospital bed when we heard a knock on the door. He stopped kissing. He pulled away, breathing heavily.

He sighed in dismay. 'I wished we were not here.'

I raise a brow. 'What was that supposed to mean, Paris?'

The corners of his mouth rose, then planted one last kiss on my lips. 'Nothing.' He said, smirking. 'I'll get the door.'

I shook my head, smiling.

'What took you so long to open the damn door?' Scot appeared at the door.

He was followed by Lloyd. Looking at me like he was asking me what were we doing that it took us a long to open the door.

I shrugged, then pursed my lips.

'I've got your cellphone here, London. Doctor O was doing his rounds. He instructed me to hand it to you.' Scot said, pulling out my phone in his pocket.

'What are you going to do with this sound recording?' Lloyd asked as he passed the file to my phone.

'I'll use it against dad. In exchange for–,' I paused, thinking.

'In exchange for what?' Lloyd asked.

'For my freedom. But to do that I need your help.'

They were looking at me with a serious face.

'I need to contact my dad first. I need someone to go to him without my dad knowing. I have a speculation that my step-dad was the reason why I couldn't meet my biological father.'

'When do you plan to leave? So we could rebook another flight.'

'I was still planning it out. But most probably after I meet my dad. I won't be able to see him again so I had to let him know I'm his daughter.'

They nodded.

'Be careful, London. We wouldn't want to let this happen to you again. We know you feared so much for your mom. She wanted to keep you safe. Don't let her sacrifice go down the drain, London.' Scot explained.

I nodded in affirmation. 'I know. I will be careful.' I assured them.

Though, I don't want to leave my mother's side. But what can I do about it when we are both helpless?

'Are we just going to stay like this? Sulking? Come, on. London woke up after a few months of coma. She survived her critical condition many times. This calls for a celebration!' Lloyd exclaimed.

'The food and drinks are on me.' Paris said as he raised his hands.

'How about you?' Lloyd asked.

'Uhm–' Scott paused, thinking what would he contribute to our little celebration. 'I think– I will– Uhm. Decors? I guess?'

'Okay! Now we're all set. Now, go buy them at the store.' Lloyd exclaimed, pushing them towards the door.

'What?!' They both said in unison, then exchanged glances.

'Why? What's wrong going to the store's together?' Lloyd raised his brow with his hands on his hips. 'Is there something going on between you two?' he added.

'No way!' Scot strongly opposed.

'Yuck! Just where did that come from?!' Paris said looking at the ceiling, while his arms were crossed.

'Clearly, something is going on.' Lloyd murmured in my ears.

I shook my head, smiling. 'I'm craving garlic chicken and milk tea.' I uttered as I placed my palms on my grumbling stomach.