BASH
"Baby, I'll be home in an hour. Just got a call from Dad," I explain over the phone. "It sounds urgent."
"Hmm." That's all she can say?
"Trinity, stop that." I hear her giggle.
"Bash, I'm in a bathtub with bubbles all over my naked body. I have red wine, and it feels so good. Wish you were here, though. We could have so much fun."
"Fuck, Tri. Could you not make me imagine things? I'll be back as soon as I'm done meeting with Dad. And I promise we will have a lot of fun but don't talk about your naked body when I'm in the car and not alone."
"Ugh. You'll miss the best part," she teases more.
"Trust me, Tri. I won't miss a thing." My pants tighten, and it feels uncomfortable. "I can do more than a thing. You know that."
"Laters, baby bash."
"I love you, Trinity."
"Tell me that later."
"I will tell you that again later too."
"I love you. Bye."
I stop to a halt when I hear my mom's voice. Are they fighting? My stomach twists when I hear my name.
"He's my son, Sebastian!" Mom seems to be crying. Of course, I am, but there are a lot of questions reeling in my brain, and I can feel it in my bones that it's something not good.
"He's my son, too, Abbygail!" Dad's angry voice booms, and he's yelling at Mom.
My heart sinks. "Then please don't tell him. He's still my own Abbygail. Please, I'm begging you."
Gasping, I cover my mouth. What are they talking about? Even though I know exactly what they are fighting about, I try hard to deny the fact that I did not hear what I just heard from them. This can't be.
My eyes fill with tears, and that's when the door swings open. Colors drain from Dad's and Mom's faces, and they look as if they've seen a ghost.
I am their ghost.
"Bash, baby." Mom marches to me, but I step backward without a word. I shake my head, and that's when I feel wet on my face.
"Bash, let us-"
"Explain? Now is the fucking time, right?" My voice cracks. "That I'm not yours? That I'm a bastard!" I blink my blurry eyes to see the reactions on their faces.
"You cheated on Dad, Mom?" I face and yell at her. Mom startles.
"Don't you fucking dare shout at your mom, Sebastian!" Dad's voice vibrates in the entire house. In my twenty-one years, I have never been scared of Dad. Only tonight. But he's not my dad.
Mom shakes to cry, her hands cupping her face. I feel so disgusted at her and myself. I made out of a mistake.
"She never cheated on me. Your mom will never do that!"
"Then tell me what I just heard! That he's like my own? Or are you referring to someone else?"
Dad looks shocked. He's not expecting me to find out the truth about myself.
"Tell me. Fucking tell me! I'm not a Hughes, am I? You only groomed me to be one of yours. Who am I, then? A bastard?" My heart breaks and shatters into a billion pieces that, after all these years, I am not their blood. I am not one of them.
I turn my heels and walk away from I thought my family.
And after all these years, I'm not a Hughes? Why am I even have his name? I don't fucking belong to them, to this family, to their world.
I don't even know where I belong. I'm so fucking lost.
"Bash, wait!" Mom begs, but she's not my mom if she didn't cheat on Dad. I mean Sebastian III.
Who are my parents?
"Sebastian! Get back in here!" Dad calls me.
I ignore them as I run out of their home.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong with them.
I don't belong in their world.
"Bash! Bash! Stop! Stop!" Edmund shouts outside the car, slamming his fists against the window to stop me.
I drive away without caring for the people behind me. They lied. They fucking lied/ The twenty-one years of life were all but lies, built with lies?
I'm a lie.
I get inside the Night Stalker, pushing the huge bouncers out of my way. My eyes narrow when I see the familiar face-Kyland Wright smiling at me.
"Give me a fucking bottle," I demand.
"Hey, man. Calm down."
I grab his front shirt until his face is an inch closer to mine. "You have unfinished business with me, Wright. Now give me that fucking bottle, or I will smash that to your fucking head."
He nods and looks confused. He grabs a bottle and hands it to me after I release his shirt.
"We're not done, Wright. I'll come back to collect your debt!" I yell, raising the bottle he gave me.
I walk out without looking back. I go to the back of the nightclub building, where most of the employees park their cars and enter from the back door.
I climb my way up till I reach the rooftop. I twist the lid and pour the content into my mouth. It burns the hell to the back of my throat, but I don't give a damn.
I want to forget what happened earlier, and I don't want to feel the pain in my chest so excruciating it's even hard to breathe.
I sit on the ledge, inhaling the smell of the city as the chilly wind hugs my skin. The city lights look like eyes judging me. My eyes water, thinking of what happened earlier, the lies they cooked up to make me the Bash Hughes.
"God, who am I?" I look up at the night sky, sniff, and wipe off the tears from my face.
I hear a squeak from the rusty metal door where I enter, and it swings open. My head turns to the dark surface. The hair rises on the back of my neck. Goosebumps erupt on my arms.
I stand up quickly as if that's what my instinct tells me to do.
Then when an old man emerges. He's wearing a white shirt with a brown coat and dark brown pants. He looks not far from the fifties, and he looks familiar, but I can't quite point my finger at where I last saw him.
"Hello, son."