BASH
Trinity doesn't know anything yet, I guess. "You are safer with them, Bash." I know what she wants is best for me. Right now, it's my safety.
"Trinity, I'm so fucking tired. I need to rest, and if you can't fucking drive me home. Then I'll just take a hotel room."
She startles, and I blink in shock. I just dumped all my anger and frustration on her. What an asshole I've become.
"I'm sorry, Tri." I pull her closer and squeeze her into a hug.
"It's okay, Bash. I'm so sorry you have to witness that horrifying death."
I release her after kissing the top of her head. "Let's go, baby, please?"
She nods. "We'll just say goodbye to your family,"
I shake my head and grab her hand to follow me. "No. Let's go now."
We ride to her apartment in silence. Trinity doesn't pry me anymore, but I know she has a lot of questions.
"Holy shit! It's true!" Luke's eyes widen when he sees me. He clears his throat when nobody speaks. And by the look on our faces, he doesn't have to ask why. "Man, I'm sorry."
I nod slowly before I follow Trinity to her room. She opens her room quickly. I enter her bathroom without a single word.
I feel drained. I don't have enough strength left even to speak.
I drop my jacket to the floor. Then I strip all my clothes before I hit the shower to clean the bloodstains off my body.
The warm water slightly massages my skin, making my tense muscles relax. I wrap the towel tightly around my waist and step out of the shower room when I calm down.
"Trinity!" I shout out loud when I notice the jacket and my clothes are not where I left them.
"Bash, are you okay?" She comes, rushing to the bathroom door with a horrified look.
"Where are my fucking clothes here?" I glare and point down to the nowempty floor.
She rolls her eyes. "I thought-"
"Where are they, Trinity?" I demand.
"Bash, they're dirty and soaked with blood. I place them in a plastic bag for laundry."
"Don't put it anywhere. I need them." I walk out of the bathroom.
"Um, Bash."
"What is it?" I respond without looking back at her.
"Your family calls me like thousand times already. They're worried hell. You should call them back, Bash."
"They're not my family." I snap, but the truth is I'm so hurt, and I don't know what to do or how to accept that I am not a Hughes.
A sharp breath escapes her lips. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" I point at myself. "I just found out that I'm not Bash Hughes! My parents and my family lied about my entire life. They created me to be Bash, where in fact, I am not by blood. Then I just witnessed a man die in front of me! And I can't even fucking help him! I literally let him die all by himself. Helpless." I shrug after telling her, who still looks shocked, to talk.
Why am I throwing my anger at Trinity? She's nothing but trying to understand my situation.
Jesus, I'm such an idiot. A fucking idiot.
I trust Trinity, and she's the only person I have left. I technically have nothing and am nothing-no name, no home, no family, no money, and no more job. Everything I have is not mine-it's for Bash Hughes IV, which doesn't exist.
"Where did you get all of these?" I ask, pointing at the clothes on top of the bed.
"Edmund came minutes ago bringing you some clothes," she answers with uncertainty.
"Thanks."
"Bash?"
"Don't, Tri. Not now," I said, stopping her.
"Okay," she responds, then she starts walking out.
"Baby, please, let's get some sleep?"
She turns to face me with her eyes full of despair. I feel guilty for being the reason why they're there.
She smiles tightly. "Do you want to eat something?"
I shake my head. "Let me change into something." I cup her face and kiss her lips, and she kisses me back. I slip my tongue immediately, and my hand grabs her head to deepen the kiss, and that's when she moans.
My free hand starts to explore, grab, and knead her ass. Then I trail my hand to her exposed lower abdomen, cupping what's between her thighs. I slip my hand from the waistband of her yoga pants. My fingers find her smooth and wet folds, and I push two fingers inside.
She instantly presses herself into my fingers, moaning while my fingers stroke her roughly, coaxing her thrusts.
I stop abruptly, pulling away from her. What the hell am I thinking?
"Why did you stop?" She looks disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Tri. I can't-do this," I say slowly.
"Do what, Bash?" she asks almost immediately. "Are you breaking up with me?"
Panic hit me hard. "No, no, no!" I shake my head repeatedly.
She shrugs, releasing a sigh.
"I'm sorry. I mean, it sounds terrible, but I just mistreated you minutes ago, and now I'm about to fuck you. I can't just do that. I love you so much, Tri. I feel horrible, and I'm so damn lost with what happened tonight."
"Bash, you don't have to explain, and I'm willing to do that with you if it will help you release the tensions and pain in you. It's hard to watch you like this. I wish I could do something."
I shake my head. "You are doing something. That's why I am still standing here. You are the only one that matters to me right now. But I'm not gonna use you, and that's not the answer I want, Tri."
She nods. "You know I love you so much, Bash, and I'm here to help."
"Just go change to something and come to bed with me." I nod and kiss her lips.
She smiles at me, but it doesn't reach her eyes. I get in her bed, pulling her blanket under my chest. I lie on my side with my arm under my head.
My mind goes back to the jacket and journal of Tennings.
Why did he let me keep his journal?
What's written in it?
Why was it so important to him?
Why did he come to me?
Why me?
Does he know about my birth parents?