BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 2

(*) Flashback

BASH

My head snaps to Lizzy's boyfriend, Dean. I don't like him so much, but who am I to judge, and he seems to make my sister happy. But if he ever hurts my sister, I won't hesitate to break his face.

Dean marches to my direction. As a golden boy, I give him a smile that I mastered since I was a kid.

"Good to see you again, man." I extend my hand, and he grips it tightly with a manly hug.

"Welcome back, Bash."

"Thanks, Dean. So, how's the new lawyer?"

His face lights up. Honestly, he's perfect for my sister. He gets the look that can be the future senator, a built like a soccer player, and a brain that could pass laws for the country's future.

"Thanks for asking, Bash. Just got a case yesterday. A company files a lawsuit against your dad's company. I shouldn't be discussing this with you, but I know Liz is filling you somehow. It's not a big deal. Your company will surely win this case. It's nonsense. They're wasting their money and time." He seems so confident about what he does for a living. Being graduated as magna cum laude at Harvard Law School, he has the privilege. "So, are you going to start your masters here?" he asks.

I take a breath. "That's the plan. Mom won't let me go back again. Dad wants me to start working with him. So, I guess I don't have an escape plan this time."

Lizzy marches in. She grabs Dean's head and kisses him like I'm not around. I'm not used to seeing my sister locking lip with her boyfriend.

I fake a cough.

"What? Can't I kiss my boyfriend?" she asks mischievously.

I roll my eyes that makes Dean chuckle and lick his lips. "It's really not my business, but that's my sister who just kissed in front of me. Gross." I wrinkle my nose.

"I think I need to set you up for a date." Her eyes glint.

I shake my head. "Not happening, Lizzy. I didn't come back to date."

She rolls her eyes. "You're no fun. You can't just lock up yourself in your penthouse after your classes and your training in the company."

"Lizzy, I'll date when I want to, and don't worry, I just came out from a relationship."

She snorts. "I told you I don't like that slag."

I groan. "Liz, stop it, and we're over." I throw her a warning look.

She shrugs. "Fine."

She doesn't like Dana at all. I dated Dana for a year, but Lizzy never even talked to her or said hi. I can't blame my sister though, Dana and I may be dated, but it didn't get into a point of going into a deeper relationship. The sex is good, but the longer we were together, the sex was just like part of the routines every night. She didn't even mention coming here with me. So our relationship ended up in London.

***

"Mom, I got to get going. It's almost six in the morning." I yawn as I rub mom's back.

She is sitting on the barstool while I'm still standing in front of her.

"Can I come and see you?" she asks, running her fingers on my black hair that I got from dad.

I laugh. "Of course. I know you've got my penthouse keys. You don't have to ask me, you know."

She looks at my gray eyes longer, which makes me feel uneasy.

"What?" I stare back at her beautiful green one.

"Are you happy to be back?"

I nod, releasing a sigh. I can't help but run my fingers through my hair. My heart still is broken, and I don't know how to fix it. The scars are still fresh, a constant reminder that I had never moved on.

"Bash, did you expect her to be here tonight?"

I look away, shrugging my shoulders. I take a deep breath when my eyes start to sting. I bite my lip and nod slowly. "I didn't expect her to be here, but I was hoping that maybe, she would be here." My voice is low, but Mom can feel my emotion in those words.

Mom holds my hands and squeezed them. "You two need to talk. You both need a closure."

I shake my head. "Got to go, mom. Where's dad?"

"Here, son." Dad raises his hand. He's sitting with Lizzy and Dean.

I get in the car waiting for me after bidding goodbye to my family. Edmund quickly closes the door after me and runs towards the driver's seat. He starts the engine without a word when he notices the expression on my face.

He plays another song. This time it's from Lifehouse.

I glare and give him a what-the-fuck-look? He only gives me an innocent look.

The penthouse is on the fifty-eighth floor. It has a two-floor with a triple-height living room with the views of the most iconic skyscrapers. Its perks with a humongous copper brown kitchen, a balcony, floor wine cellar, built-in Hi-tech appliances, and floor to ceiling glass windows.

Mom sent me pictures if I like the interior designs, but these are nothing but boring black and white for me now.

"Thanks, Edmund. I can take it from here," I thank him, grabbing my two traveling bags with my Bottega Veneta messenger bag. I throw myself to the couch. Exhaustion starts to take over me.

*

"Did you talk to your mom about coming with me to college?" I ask Trinity whose lying on her abdomen with her elbows propped on the mattress. She's scribbling something on her sketchpad, biting her lip in concentration while I'm lying down on my bed with my arms under my head.

"Not yet, but as long as I received my acceptance letter, they can't say anything."

I sit on the bed and cross my arms over my chest. A small smile spread across my face as I look at what Trinity has been scribbling for almost twenty minutes. She's having fun sketching my face.

"We already talked about this many times, Tri. Why aren't you listening to me?" I am annoyed with her excuses every time I mentioned this topic.

"Bash, I said I'm coming to college with you. Meaning, whether Mom and Dad agree on my plan or not, I'm still coming with you. Who can say no to a free house and free food?" she responds, grinning at me, showing her perfect teeth.

I grin back. "I will talk to your mom and dad, Trinity."

She hits me with her sketchpad, and she accidentally hits me there.

My hands quickly cup my throbbing crotch as I curl into a ball. I feel the most painful pain I've ever felt in my entire life, and my forehead starts to sweat.

I can't form a word other than groan and whine from pain.

"Bash, oh, my god! I'm so sorry. I don't mean to hit you hard on your balls." She rubs my head down to my back.

I blow some breaths before I speak. "Are you trying to kill me, Kiara Trinity?" I yell at the top of my lungs. "That hurts like hell. I don't wanna be infertile, you ugly, goldfish!" I gritted between groans.

She is still rubbing her hands on me. "I said sorry, Bash. You don't have to be a bully. I really don't mean to hit you on your balls." Trinity tries to hide her laughter, but there's still a hint of it in her voice.

"Stop saying balls, Virgin Mary. And stop rubbing my back! It won't ease the pain. You know where did you hit me, Nerida! Goldfish! Stick?" I take her hand off of me.

The pain lessens a little bit after a few deep breaths. I glance at her. She's hugging her sketchpad and about to cry. I can see her lips quivering even if she's biting her bottom lip to control it. Jeez, why does she have to cry every time I upset her? She's so sensitive.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I apologize, but she doesn't say anything anymore. She's going to hide from me again.

"Should I rub your balls instead?" she asks with hesitation, wiping the tears fell from her eyes.