A/N:
Hi peeps! I just thought that it really is wrong to clip hang you all the time. Sorry! A bad habit. That's why, I am posting this Chapter early.
Well partly, it's because we have exams starting Monday so I won't be able to update this week. Maybe after the exams since it's already Christmas Breeeeaaaaak! Hehehe.
Anyways, still not edited but hope you'd enjoy this! 😘
--Kiara--
"She was pregnant."
So it was true! Stupid! Of course it's true! You saw them with your own eyes, remember?!
I took a few step backwards while shaking my head. I thought I was ready for this but I guess I thought wrong. Again.
"Kiara, listen to me--" He stopped on his tracks when I put my hands in the air to block him.
"No! You got Tracy pregnant but you didn't even bother telling me?! I trusted you!" I shake my head and close my eyes tightly to prevent the tears to fall. Stupid tears! Stupid Andrew! Stupid me!
"Listen to me first, Kiara!" He tried to go near me but before he could, I grabbed the first thing my hand reached and threw it to him. I don't really care if it's something that could break and hurt him. He broke me beyond repair.
Next thing I heard is a loud thud before the thing went crashing down the marbled floor. I shove my hand to everything it touches and send it flying towards him. I was so mad to even look at him. I am screaming on top of my lungs, crying my heart out.
I glanced at my hands when I felt a prick of pain. I stumbled on the floor as I clutched my chest with my hands dripping with blood. Sure my hands are burning like hell from the wounds I got at throwing things but that doesn't even match with the pain I feel inside my ribcage.
I thought seeing him with a pregnant Tracy back on his front porch a year ago already did the great blow on me but it appears to be worst when he admitted it himself. It just felt so real I can't even deny and make excuses anymore.
"Kiara..." Andrew suddenly appeared beside me, pulling me close to him. I tried to wiggle out of his hold, my bloody hands staining his white shirt but his steel arms just hold me tighter.
"I know I can't ask you to forgive me because honestly, I can't even find that forgiveness within my self." He said in a cracked voice. My desire to be released from his touch was long gone. Instead, I just let myself be held by him.
"I... I saw you... w-with h-her..." I tried my very best not to sob as I speak but my whole body is betraying me.
"W-what?" He slightly pulled away to look at me. Confusion is visible on his also red puffy eyes.
"I... I w-went to your house... and... and I... s-saw you with T-Tracy... you look... you look hap-- you look happy caressing her b-baby bump..." I took my dear time to finish off my sentence in between my painful sobs. His face softened before he looked away, completely letting me go to sit in front of me.
The perfectly arranged expensive ornaments on his dining hall are all broken. The china vases, the plates, everything is broken, even the glass cover on top of his dining table. But I can't find myself to feel guilty. I guess I just turned numb.
"Tracy's child is not mine Kiara..." He choked on his words, still not looking at me.
"W-what?" I huffed, still processing what he just said.
"I want you to tell you everything, Kiara... this time, I want you to listen to me very carefully..." He turned to look at me then to my still bleeding hands. He shakes his head disapprovingly and hold my wrists carefully pulling us to stand.
I winced as my hand accidentally touches his skin. Now that I think about it, I guess the numbness has already worn off because I'm feeling sore all over.
"But before that..." I lifted my head from my hands to look at him again.
"...let's have your wounds cleaned." And just before he turned around, I saw something drip from his forehead, my eyes widened when it dawned to me.
"Wait!" I yanked my hand from him, wincing. He halt then spun around to look at me confusedly.
"What?" I ignored his question and tiptoed to wipe the blood from his forehead. He stiffened at my touch.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed in horror as a small cut peeked when I got the blood out of his forehead but seconds later, blood drips down from it again.
"Let's go, Kiara." He groaned as he press his palm on the cut. I followed him absentmindedly until we reach a two-door room, which seems to be the master's bedroom.
He guided me towards the king sized bed before entering another door. I let my eyes roam around the room when he disappeared.
It is a huge room painted in black and white. A typical manly room for a bachelor if you ask me. There are two other doors on the opposite side of the bed. I guess the one Andrew just disappeared into is the bathroom while the other is his walk-in closet. There are also bookshelves sandwiching his 84-inches flatscreen television and below it are mini amphitheater equipments with dvd racks piled neatly. There is also a not so mini mahogany office desk on the left side of his bed, with his laptop, a lamp and a lot of folders on top of it.
I am not surprised that he works in his bedroom. Andrew is the type of guy that just wants to lay in bed after stressing himself from work.
"Kiara..." I snapped back to reality when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.
Andrew stood in front of me, still on his now blood stained shirt, holding a box that has a big red cross in the middle. He kneels down in front of me, getting my hands from my lap and started dumping a warm cloth to clean them. I watched him the whole time quietly, wincing every now and then. After he put antiseptic and ointment, he wrapped my hands with bandages.
"There..." He said, putting my hands down. I stared at him while he collects the soiled materials he used to clean my wounds then my eyes flew to where his injury is.
"Wait." I put my bandaged hand on top of his to get the first-aid kit. He looks at me questioningly but I ignored him. Though my hands are still prickly, I gathered all my strength to make him look up to me, since he's still bending down on the floor while I'm sitting on his bed, and started cleaning the cut I caused him when I started throwing things.
I grimaced at the memory of it. "I'm sorry..." Though I am confident that what I said was a sincere apology, I still can't put the frown away from my face. I feel guilty, alright.
"It's okay, Kiara. This is nothing compared to what I did and made you feel." His sad eyes bore into mine. I heaved a sigh and continue with what I'm doing, finishing it up quick.
"Done." I put down all the things I used. He murmured his thanks and went to the bathroom to put the kit back.
"Here wear this." I turned to look at him again and to a clean shirt he has on his hand.
I stood up without a word and walk through the door he gestured me to. I was about to close the door when something on my mind murmurs for me to glance at him.
Andrew is still standing where I left him but his hands are covering his face while his shoulders are shuddering. Is he crying?
A good minute has passed and I'm still by the door, looking at him. My heart shrinks at the sight of a miserably crying man. I heard him huff loudly before disappearing to another door, the walk-in closet I guess.
Knowing that he's going to be out soon, I closed the door behind me and proceed with cleaning myself.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I smiled bitterly. My eyes are puffy red. Tears are still evident from them. I never thought I could be that violent. Heaving another sigh, I washed my face with the cold water before going out of the bathroom.
Andrew is now sitting on the edge of his bed wearing a now fresh clothes, maybe waiting for me to come out. His face is still tear-streaked and devastated, but nonetheless still handsome as hell.
"Hey..." I cooed before settling myself down next to him, making sure we still have a good distance apart.
He glanced at me, his silver grey eyes are empty. "Hi..." He said slowly.
"I'm ready to listen now." He sighed at my determined tone.
"I will start from that time we took a vacation." He started.
I frowned. "In Casa Nueva?" He nodded.
"It started actually before we had that vacation..." He cringed his nose for what reason? I don't know.
"Wait, what? I'm getting confused." I shifted from my seat to look at him.
"Just let me finish before you ask questions please?" He sighed exasperatedly.
"Fine!" I groaned loudly. He chuckled a little but cleared his throat right away when I glared at him.
"It was that time when I witnessed that little stunt Nathan did on your debut. When he... proposed to you." He smiled bitterly. Of course!
"I was so devastated back then, Kiara... It hurts so much that I just wanted to die." I felt a stab on my chest when his voice cracked but I stayed silent.
"I went to a bar and got myself pretty wasted. Then the next morning, I woke up in my birth suit with a blonde." He cringed again by the mention of blonde.
"Tracy..." I guessed and he nodded.
"She said I forced her to have sex with me. But of course I'm smarter than that. I didn't believe her at first but when she showed me her bruises I was horrified." I gasped.
I never thought of Andrew as a violent person, most of all I would never believe it if ever someone tells me he forced himself to her.
Gosh! He's a very capable swoon-worthy guy! Hell! I wouldn't be surprised if a lamppost dressed with a skirt would pounce itself to him. Okay that would be creepy but it could happen! Right?
"I honestly can't believe I did that but I was so drunk I doubted myself." I was snapped back to reality when he growled. I swallowed hard but kept my opinion to myself.
"So she blackmailed me. She said she will let the media know how I battered her and r-raped her if I don't agree to have a relationship with her." He raked his hands harshly over his head, looking extremely depressed.
"I wanted to refuse but when I saw her with Nathan one time, I found out that they are working together against you... and all the Andersons. So I agreed to her terms. That way, I could spy on them." I watched as he clenched his jaw. His eyes are closed as if reminiscing something so horrible.
"W-wait!" He snapped his eyes open to look at my already confused expression.
"I know that Nathan worked with the Smiths but why didn't you tell me your plan?" He shook his head.
"You won't let me do it if I told you." I creased my forehead.
"Of course I won't!" I snapped.
"You agreed not to spat on me with your comments until I finish my story, remember?" He pointed out. I twitched the side of my mouth and rolled my eyes.
"As I was saying, I agreed and I succeeded with my motives. I got a whole lot of information and brought them to Liam." I arched my brow knowingly. So Liam knew this!?
"When we had everything figured out and Nathan got back to his senses, I just felt happy I would be released from that crazy bitch...." I flinched with Andrew's choice of words. He's never this harsh and knowing that Tracy and him bore a child, it's confusing.
"But I was the happiest when you confessed that you love-loved me." His face lit up but fell after a second. He looks hesitant. Like he couldn't point a finger if he's gong to address my feelings in present or in past tense. I sighed.
"Those were the happiest moments of my life. But then again... good things really do have to come to an end..." He looked down on his fidgeting hands.
"Tracy called me and told me she needs me. I didn't know she was pregnant yet so I refused but then she said she was going to commit suicide... Guilt got its toll on me. I went there, calming her down--" "By being intimate with her?!" I cut him off. Anger is creeping up on me again. I can still recall that phone call. How he moaned and scream her name in what I thought was ecstasy. Or was I wrong?
"I didn't do such thing! Wait, why are you accusing me this?" He said in gritted teeth.
"She called me that same day you left the hospital. I was on the phone with her and I... I heard it! Loud and clear! It's still ringing inside my head!" I spat out.
"Wait..." He said slowly. "I can vaguely remember that day but I guess I saw her on the phone when I arrived at her apartment." He said while looking away.
"So, I heard right!?" I snapped at him.
"No! Of course not! I didn't do it with her! God! I'm still even suspicious about us doing that thing like she accused me of!" I was taken aback. This is getting out of hand. I couldn't even put a finger to what really the truth is.
"Then who was that!? I swear I heard you moaning her name out loud during God knows what you were doing back then!" I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves then release it harshly.
"I don't fvcking know! She's a psycho!" He snarled, standing up to face me completely.
"That same day, she told me she's pregnant with my child and she threatened me that she was going to kill both of them if I leave! I was so confused and angry, I dragged her out to consult a doctor." He's panting after his rubble but I didn't dare open my mouth. I can feel the familiar pain in my chest. It's coming. The most painful part is.
"She was really pregnant... I was devastated. I couldn't face anyone. I couldn't face you. So when she asked me to elope, I didn't even think twice. I told myself that it was the best that I could do for all of us. I gave her all my attention. I provided her with all her needs while the baby was growing inside her. I had come to accept our fate..." I rubbed my eyes with my bandaged hands. Immediately, it's soaked with my tears. I never thought I am such a masochist.
"Though I already came to accept that I was fated to be with her, I never stopped thinking of you... I still longed for you. There were times I am attempted to call you. To search for any news related to you and that drove her mad one day. She was on her ninth month of pregnancy and being in too much emotion would harm her and the baby but she did explode. She exploded the truth in my face..." I caught my breath with his next words...
"She said the baby isn't mine." He's gritting his teeth while his eyes looks dangerous.
"She just set me up, Kiara! I never really did anything she told me I did. I was so stupid!" He shoved his hands to his tear-streaked face.
"Andrew..." Is all I could mutter. The revelations are so sudden, I think I can't process them all.
"She fooled me! But then again, I grew to love the unborn child she was carrying so I stayed. She has no one to take care of her and the baby. She gave birth to her a few days later..." My heart shrunk when I see him smile genuinely.
"She is an angel... and I won't let her get hurt just because she has a psychopath of a mother." His face became grim again.
"W-what happened? W-where is she now?" I dragged my words from my mouth.
"Annika is on her room right across to this room..." My breath faltered. Does this mean--
"Tracy is confined in a special institution." He said while looking at me intently with an emotion I can't decipher.
"Tracy has gone completely crazy..." He continued.
"W-why?" I stuttered.
"She tried to kill her own daughter." I saw how Andrew clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in so much anger.
"W-why would she do that?!" I asked, horrified.
"She's obsessed with me that she got jealous of her own daughter. She tried to poison her milk. Thank God, the nanny was fast to run with baby Annika with her. Fortunately, Tracy was crazy enough to leave the bottle of muriatic near her infant formula as an evidence, that's how the nanny knew what she was up to." I gripped on to the linen of his bed in horror.
I can't believe a mother could be jealous of her own child! She is really insane!
"C-can I see her?" I heard my own voice as I broke the silence between us. No one dared to speak after his story until now.
A smile crept up on his face when he nodded. "Sure you can..."
A/N:
Aww! That was so intense! What do you think? Baby Annika will be on the next Chapters people! Ow, you can picture her looking like this.
[This picture is not mine. Credits to Marian Rivera, my favorite Filipina actress, and her daughter, the one at the picture, Zia. Aww she looks like an angel]
Hope you enjoyed the Chappy! 😉
Ciao~
_myLovelymind