Chapter 20A Chapter by gracey88Andrew’s
life after high school was a roller coaster ride. Sometimes he’s on the top,
sometimes he’s on the bottom. Life was full of surprises and disappointments.
Andrew’s mother learned that he had a baby with his pretty girlfriend Dianna
and he left them. His brother Keith told her one day. Keith knew that their
mother ought to know about Andrew’s long kept secret. He thought that their
mother should have known of it a long time ago, but Andrew had to focus on his
studies until he finished high school. Keith told her about the secret three
days after Andrew’s graduation. Mrs.
Castillo folded her hands. “If that’s true, how come Dianna’s parents did not
barge into this house to tell us?” She said. “A situation like that demands a
confrontation. Her parents were probably upset when Andrew did not accept his
responsibility as a father to their baby.” Mrs. Castillo’s eyebrows met that
they formed number 11 lines on her forehead. “Well,
Dianna asked her parents not to confront Andrew and inform you,” Keith said. “Both
you and Jade knew about this all along? Everyone in this house knew except me?”
His mother raised her voice. Keith
looked at the floor. Then he looked at his mother in the eyes and said yes. When
Andrew got home after running errands, his mother asked if he really had a baby
with Dianna and left them. He looked away. His mother told him to answer her
question. He
swallowed hard and said yes. She
slapped him so hard. Andrew felt a burning pain in his cheek. His mother’s hand
left a red mark on his soft fair cheek. “Why
did you leave your girlfriend and your baby?” “Because
I’m not ready to be a father. I’m too young for this. I’m afraid that I…” “That
you will end up like your father?” Andrew
nodded weakly. He looked down on the floor deeply engulfed in shame. “Well,
by leaving them you just proved to me, to all of us, that you’re a coward just
like your father!” She retorted. “I
am so ashamed of what you have done,” she said with conviction. “You have
promised me and your brother that you will never be like your father. But then
you broke that promise. Not only did you become just like your dad, but you
also became worse.” “Pack
your bags and leave this house,” she added. “Don’t show your face to me
anymore.” Andrew
obeyed his mother. He left home and rented an apartment. He stopped for a year
and did not go to college immediately. He worked as a graphic designer and a
barista in a Starbucks. These jobs helped him earn money for his college
education. Soon
enough he became a student of Conservatory of Music in University of Santo
Tomas. He was a talented and brilliant student. The professors and his fellow
students adored his singing voice and guitar playing skills. He made friends
among the students but he was never close to them. However, he found a
confidant in the person of his favorite professor Jackson Merritt. Andrew told
Jackson about his life. Jackson knew everything about Andrew: Andrew’s
childhood dream of becoming a rock star, his abusive father who almost ruined
their family life, and his abandoning his pregnant girlfriend. Jackson listened
to all the woes and secrets of Andrew and gave him pieces of advice. Andrew
took his pieces of advice. Jackson became like a father to Andrew. Andrew
formed a band with his friends in the university. His band played in the school
during special occasions and events. They also played outside school in the
bars at night. He dated many girls whom he met in the gigs, but he never took any
of them seriously. He was afraid of commitment. One
night while drinking a couple of beers in a bar, Jackson told Andrew, “I
noticed that you have had so many flings here and there. When will you decide
to be in a real relationship?” “It’s
not important to me at the moment,” Andrew said after sipping a beer. “Maybe
you haven’t found the right girl yet,” Jackson said. Andrew
chuckled at that. “The right girl is a damsel in distress waiting for a prince
to save her from a dungeon. She exists in a fairy tale. Real life taught me
that she doesn’t exist.” “Do
you think no one will accept you and love you for who you are? Out of all the
maidens out there, I’m sure one of them is willing to save you from the
clutches of evil in this cruel world and give her heart to you. All you need to
do is hold out your hand and place her heart in your palm. In exchange, you
give your heart to her.” “So,
I’m the damsel in distress, is that what you’re saying?” Andrew grinned. “Indeed,
my friend,” Jackson said. He drank his beer. Andrew
finished his four-year course and later on became a music teacher to
grade-schoolers in a private school. His trusted friend and mentor Jackson
inspired him to teach music. Andrew let go of his childhood dream of being a
rock star. He even quit his band to devote his time for teaching music to the
youngsters. Andrew
lost two important persons in his life: his childhood best friend Fred and his
mother. Fred
was killed by two muggers when he refused to give them money. One night a mugger
punched Fred on the face and another plunged a knife into his stomach. Blood
oozed from Fred’s stomach until it formed a scarlet river on the ground. The
muggers fled. No one saw them. A man in his 30s who was walking the dark alley
saw Fred bleeding on the ground. His eyes widened in shock, but then he tried
to calm himself down as he removed the knife that was still jutting in Fred’s
stomach and carried him in his arms. He then rushed Fred to the hospital. But
Fred was dead on arrival. Andrew’s
skater buddy Jonathan informed Andrew about Fred’s death. Andrew was utterly
shocked and sad. They went to Fred’s wake and funeral. Tears fell from their
eyes as they listened to the beautiful eulogies of Fred’s family and friends.
The two skater buddies gave their eulogies as well. Fred was more than a friend
to them. He was like a brother to them. Andrew’s
mother died of cancer. On her deathbed, she apologized to Andrew for disowning
him and letting him live on his own when he was still young. Andrew told her
that he had forgiven her a long, long time ago. He told her that he loved her. Andrew
kissed his mother on the forehead and hugged her. As he felt her last breath on
his cheek, tears streamed down his face. The
deaths of Andrew’s best friend and mother were excruciatingly painful to him.
It’s as if someone stabbed his heart. He got so depressed that he could hardly
concentrate on work. He took a two weeks’ leave in order to recover. When he
came back to work, he worked a lot and rested a little. His life became
routinary. He never went out with his friends to have fun. He removed “fun”
from his vocabulary. His life consisted of only three words: eat, sleep, and
work. For Andrew life was no longer something he enjoyed but endured. He kept
on living only because he was still breathing. There’s no reason for living. He
felt this way for three years. But when he met Kristine, things have
changed. Suddenly there was a spring in
his step. He found happiness and love. Andrew
met Kristine through their common friend Jody. He was Jody’s regular client in
her tattoo shop. Andrew had started getting tattoos after his best friend’s and
mother’s passing. Getting tattoos was his way of handling grief. He got a
tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes. The tattoo represented his soul
continuously rising from the ashes of pain and loss. He got another tattoo of
an anchor, which represented his favorite quote from the TV show Teen Wolf: “Be your own anchor.” The
tattoo reminded him to be strong and self-reliant because he felt like he was
the only person who could support himself. Through
the years Jody became Andrew’s confidante. She knew everything he went through.
Jody sensed that Andrew was a deeply lonely man and she wanted to help him. One hot
afternoon Andrew was hanging out in Jody’s tattoo shop and looking at her
portfolio and the interior of the shop. It was his way of passing the time. He
liked that shop so much he frequented it whether he had an appointment with her
or not. “You
know what, Andrew? You have been my client and friend these past few months. I
noticed one thing about you,” Jody said. “Each time you step into this shop,
you look five times older.” She smirked. Andrew grinned at her joke. “I
can suggest one thing that can fix your situation: get a girlfriend.” He
scoffed. “Pfft. As if having a relationship magically solves everything and
makes one perpetually happy.” “I
did not imply that!” She said defensively. “But having a relationship with
someone you really love will make life less lonely and a bit more bearable.” He
nodded. Then she added, “I have a single friend you can date. She’s a
decent-looking woman. She is into music and art just like you. Maybe you’ll
like her.” “What’s
her name?” He asked. “Kristine
Robles,” she answered. “No
s**t!” His eyes widened and eyebrows raised. “You knew her?” “Why,
of course. She was my classmate and friend in college,” she revealed. “Why
didn’t you tell me?” She
shrugged and smiled innocently. “We
used to be tight when we were teenagers,” he revealed. “We got along pretty
well and did not run out of things to talk about.” His eyes were bright and his
voice was enthusiastic. “She’s interesting, smart, and nice. I like her.” “That’s
good.” “But
you do know that Kristine was Dianna’s best friend!” He said. “Do you think
Kristine has forgiven me after what I did to Dianna?” His voice was worried. He
looked at Jody seriously. “Knowing
Kristine for such a long period of time, I’m pretty sure she has forgiven you.
She forgives easily.” Andrew
agreed to meet up with Kristine. Jody set up their date. He looked forward to his
date with the lovely and meek Kristine. They
had a wonderful first date. When they became a couple, they had plenty of
marvelous dates and more to come. They had a loving and healthy relationship
until now that they’re married and have a baby. God continues to shower them
with blessings. Meanwhile,
Dianna, Kristine and Andrew were in the corridor of the ferry, specifically in
front of Kristine and Andrew’s room. He tucked his baby to sleep. A nanny
watched over the baby. The three former friends went outside the room to talk.
Andrew shut the door. “So,
you think I’d instantly forgive you just because you named your daughter after
me?” Dianna asked sarcastically. “We
thought you knew, Dianna,” Kristine said. “We thought you had moved on after
all these years.” “Move
on?” Dianna yelled. “How can I move on when the guy you married was the one who
left me when I was pregnant with our kid?” “Look,
Dianna. I’m so very sorry for all the pain that I caused you after all those
years. I was a teenager back then. I could not make a wise decision. I… I was
afraid that I would turn out like my dad!” Andrew confessed. “But can we get
past this? It’s been years since our little break up.” “Little
break up? You thought that was just a little break up? F*** you!” Dianna raised
her middle finger as she screamed. People were staring at the scene. But Dianna
did not care if strangers were staring at them. Everyone in the ferry should
know that she had been cheated by her ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend. “You
destroyed my world ever since you left me and Andrei!” Andrew’s
heart sank when he heard the name of his son with Dianna. “I…I...”
Andrew stuttered and finally said, “I’m so, so sorry Dianna.” His voice broke
as tears fell from his chinky eyes. “You
better be,” Dianna said. She was glad that Andrew finally apologized to her for
abandoning her and their son. But would she ever forgive him? “Please
leave, Dianna. You’re creating a scene,” Kristine pleaded. But
Dianna just slapped her. Kristine gasped in pain and shock. “That’s for
marrying that douchebag, you traitor and filthy wh***!” Dianna
left, satisfied that she hurt her ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend with her
words and a slap on the face. She got it all of her chest and finally said
everything she wanted to say to them. © 2018 gracey88 |
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Added on March 12, 2018 Last Updated on March 12, 2018 Tags: teens, fiction, chicklit, youngadult Authorgracey88Bacoor Cavite , Region 4, PhilippinesAboutMy name is Mary Grace Sulla. You can call me Gracey, for short. I love to write stories and poems. more..Writing
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