Fighting Love

Chapter Thirty Six♠

One must first be sorry before they apologize

TRISA'S POV

"I Won't. I won't let her die," Mr. Wilson whispered, "Let's go."

"Thank you, sir," I said. Marlon and I got up and all three of us left for the hospital. We were glad Troy wouldn't see us. Maybe we didn't even have to tell him. Mr. Wilson would leave right after the session. Still, I knew this lie would haunt me as long as I kept it.

We took the usual route to Dr. Peters's office. He asked us to wait outside his door on the chairs parallel to the extending wall. We could hear shouting and quarreling coming from inside, but dared not enter. After a few moments, the door opened, revealing Dr. Peters and Mr. Wilson. The latter sauntered toward the lift, leaving us to wait. Dr. Peters seemed flustered but tried hard to shrug it off.

"I'm glad you made the call," He said. "Mr. Wilson left for the blood bank."

"When will-"

Dr. Peters cut my question short with the exact answer I was looking for. "I will start as soon as the blood is ready for her." We waited in his office for confirmation from the blood bank and for Mr. Wilson to return. When he did, Dr. Peters gave him instructions to rest and to eat healthily to rebuild the blood he had just lost. Dr. Peters then ushered us off with the promise that he would call me when she woke up. We couldn't visit until a few days, at least.

"Let's go," Mr. Wilson growled. Marlon and I follow him out of the hospital, where I almost fainted at what was before me.

TROY'S POV

After my last meeting, I left work and headed toward the hospital instead. It had been a few days since I last saw mom, and I felt like I had neglected her. Maybe for my selfish needs, I just needed to see her face, no matter how pale. I parked in the parking lot and trod across the pavement. Upon reaching the entrance, I met Marlon and Trisa. What shocked me was the face they made when they saw me.

It was moments after that realization hit me like a truck. They were with a man; A man I hoped I'd never see again. Without a word, I spun on my heels and hurried back to the Range Rover. I could feel my chest rise and fall rapidly. My heart pained me profusely as if about to burst in a million pieces. "No!" I hit the steering wheel over and over again, hoping to rid myself of what I had just seen.

I felt betrayed.

How could they do this to me?

They knew very well the bastard never cared for mom and me, and I'm sure as hell he wouldn't now. What hurts the most was knowing every time I looked at her I would be reminded that his blood is running through her veins.

I sat in the Range for a while, sobbing in defeat. If only the car was made of glass, I would've broken it in my rage. "I fucking hate you?" I wanted nothing to do with him. How could he even do this to us in the first place? Mom was so young, still with plenty of future ahead of her. He tried to take that away. My life, he tried to ruin.

If my mother didn't have a strong mind, we wouldn't have made it. She would've killed herself while I was growing inside her. I've heard the story many times. He left her when she was only a few months pregnant. Another woman had captured his eyes, one with much more money and power. Maybe all he ever wanted was to lead innocent people astray. I've only ever seen him once before now. He flaunted his new family at the annual business gala. I could tell how uncomfortable mom was, but she didn't show it. She is a master of masking her true self, both a blessing and a curse.

What if she wouldn't want his blood?

What if she still doesn't survive?

What is he going to say to me?

Questions filled my head as I reluctantly drove in a reckless drift through the hospital gates. I was tired, and I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to meet him there. I didn't want to see his wretched face again. I hated myself for looking like him. I should've taken everything from my mom; I am nothing like him.

By the time I reached home, my eyelids we're dropping uncontrollably. I stumbled my way upstairs; the house seemed empty until I opened my bedroom door and Trisa's scent filled my nostrils. Suddenly I remembered that she lied to me. She betrayed my trust. She knew how much this would affect me and she still went behind my back. What kind of girlfriend does that?

I felt her cuddle into me as soon as I touched the bed. She was my peace, yet now, her touch was like fire to my skin. "Don't touch me!"

"Troy, we didn't have a choice," Trisa argued. Her hands tighten around my torso. My skin burned such like I was a slave being branded with a metal rod by my master.

"I hate him, fluff." Tears filled my eyes. "I fucking hate his guts." They forced me to grow up without a father, to become a man long before I needed to be. "You betrayed me, Tris. "

"This is for your own good, babe..."

"You call this good, giving my mom blood from that asshole, he left her. He left us," I barked, still laying in her tight embrace. She wouldn't let me go, no matter how hard I pried her hands away. The misery in my heart had weakened me. I couldn't fight against her.

"Would you prefer it if your mother dies?"

That shut me up real quick. I couldn't deal with such a thing. She was a tough mother, but still, she never left me in need, always there to clean up my messes after I fought and injured other guys. She loved me. She just didn't know how to show it.

"He ruined her. He fucking broke her heart," I said. Trisa's hands caressed my face, drying up my salty emotions. "I will never forgive him."