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 in 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, 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 lips 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 to 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 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 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.
I move closer to her and pull her into a hug. I kiss the side of her head and rub her arms while she shakes to cry. “I said, I’m sorry. It hurts, and I know you don’t mean it, Tri. You don’t have to rub my balls.” I chuckle at my last words. “You’re not gonna hide from me, are you?”
“You can live without me, Bash. You will find new friends. You will have a girlfriend who will not be bothered by our friendship.” What the hell is she talking about?
“What do you mean, Trinity?” I pull away and look at her intently. She sniffs as she wipes her tears with the back of her hand.
Why do I feel like she just played me? We applied to the same college together. We planned all of these together, and now I feel like she’ll leave me hanging. Alone. She doesn’t reply, and it makes me furious. She continues crying and looking down while twisting her fingers.
“Trinity, answer me for Pete’s sake!” I can’t help but raise my voice.
She startles in her seat and sobs more.
“You didn’t apply, did you? You have no plan on coming abroad with me?” I push.
Still, she doesn’t say a word, neither shake her head or nod.
“You lied to be, Trinity! You tricked me!” I blink when my eyes start to sting and blur. I breathe heavily as I feel like I’m losing my temper. “When are you going to tell me about this? Before the flight? Did you even tell your parents? You didn’t, did you?”
She just continues crying, and it pisses me off. “You hurt me, Trinity. You hurt me!”
“I just don’t want to bother you, Bash. I’m only a burden to you and your life. You can’t even find a serious girlfriend because of me.”
I laugh sarcastically. “Did I ever complain, Trinity? I chose you over girls because you are more important to me than them. They just want me because I am a Hughes, not because I am Bash like who I am to you.” My voice cracks in the end. Jesus, I never cry in front of anyone but my family, but here I am, crying over Trinity.
“You can go and study abroad while we still are best friends.”
I laugh again, mocking the word best friend. “Best friend? No best friend ever lies. No best friend betrayed her best friend, and no best friend will leave her best friend alone!”
She cries even more, and I want to hug her so badly, but my anger is taking over me.
“Bash, I’m sorry, okay? We can still—”
I cut her off. “What? That we can still skype? Facetime? Chat? Twit?” I laugh, “No way! No effing way! I don’t wanna be your best friend anymore, Kiara!” I stand up from my bed with my hands on my hips. “Get out of my room, out of my house, and I don’t wanna see your ugly face again!” I swallow hard after those words left my mouth.
My heart crashes in my chest because I don’t mean what I say. Trinity drags herself out of my bed, takes the sketchpad, leaves me alone in my bed, in my room, and my house.
I wipe my tears and walk to my bathroom. I am washing my face when I hear a soft knock on my door. “I’m sleeping, get away from me!” I yell and walk back to my empty bed after wiping my face. The face of my sister emerges from the half-opened door.
“I said I’m sleeping, Lizzy!”
My phone buzzes from my pocket. I fish out lazily and groan when I see the screen. It’s a text from my sister.
LIZZY: Baby bash, meeting tom at Hughes building 9 am sharp.
BASH: Stop calling me baby! Can’t I have a day off?
LIZZY: Grumpy! No way! It’s time to meet the new CFO.
BASH: And who is that?
LIZZY: YOU, idiot!
I groan.
BASH: Impossible!
LIZZY: Ask dad
BASH: I need some sleep now
LIZZY: See you tomorrow, baby bash!
***
I wear a white-crisp shirt, a dark charcoal gray suit, and a dark metallic gray tie and match it with black shoes. I use cufflinks with my initials. I look at my reflection in the wall-size mirror, and I run my fingers through my hair one more time.
I grab the keys that I left at the coffee table yesterday. Then I head to the private elevator. After punching some keys, it slides open. I reach the parking area with my driver waiting for me.
“Morning, boss!” he greets me cheerfully with a smile.
“Morning, Edmund,” I greet back and get in the car.
“To the office, right, Bash?”
I raise my brows. “Don’t play 90’s music, and how did you know?”
“Ms. Hughes sent me an email of your schedule.”
I groan. “Of course, she did.”
“We will stop at the coffee shop for your coffee, then we can head to the Hughes Tower immediately,” he explains.
“For a driver, you talk too much early in the morning,” I tell him, looking out the window.
“Play some music.”
“Sir?”
“Edmund?”
“Bash?”
“Yeah?”
“Right away, boss!”
I’m definitely loving the company of my driver.
I head to Dad’s office right away after saying hi to his PA, Elle.
Nothing has changed in his office, except for the additional family photo and my recent picture taken during my graduation.
“Morning, son. Don’t I get a hug?” Dad’s merry voice snaps my head at him.
“Morning, Dad.” I march to his desk when he stands up and puts down the phone receiver.
“Why I’m here so early? Shouldn’t I start first my masters, then train with you, but from what I heard from Lizzy yesterday, I’ll be starting right away.” I take a seat, facing him.
“I will explain that at the meeting,” Dad simply says, glancing at the wristwatch given by mom. “In twenty minutes. Would you like to see your office first?” he asks, buttoning his suit.
I nod, stand up, and button my suit too.
“Elle will show you your office just down to the left. You can use the stairs. And son?”
I stop and look at him. “Yeah?”
“Be nice to your new Assistant.”
BASH I feel the instant coldness of the stainless door handle on my office as I push it open. As I enter, I feel a sudden unsettling in the pit of my stomach when a familiar flowery scent hits my nostrils. A gasp has my head snap, and my eyes are transfixed on the woman in front of me. Everything stops. My surrounding blurs. The beating of my heart races. My eyes widen in shock, and I am surprised that my jaw is still attached to my head. I’m not expecting to see her here in this building, let alone in my office. I wasn’t thinking about her when Dad told me to be nice to my assistant. What’s this supposed to mean? I shut my gaping mouth close and cough awkwardly. “Trinity.” Her name comes out a whisper, and it feels foreign in my ears. She blinks many times before she clears her throat. She smiles at me—a tight smile; just a plain smile; a forceful one. “Mr. Hughes, good Morning, and welcome to your new office,” she greets with
TRINITY My life sucks! Let me tell you a brief story of my life. To start, my name is supposed to be Kiera Trinity Mallory, but the registrar might have been cross-eyed or drunk. Now my name is officially registered as Kiara Trinity. Number one. I am the only child of Zoey and Logan Mallory. I always dream of having a sibling, but I didn’t get a chance to have either a brother or a sister. I felt jealous every time I saw my friends with their brothers. Two. I have frizzy red curly hair that looks like orange in the sun and like instant Chinese noodles. I always got bullied when I was a kid because of my hair. No matter how mom tried fixing it with a hundred hair clips, it wouldn’t just stick together. I got plenty of freckles all over my face. I’m sure you know how my face looks like. My eyes are maybe my best asset—they’re green like a tropical forest, but many girls have green eyes too. Dad loves me so
TRINITY “What am I doing?” I ask myself in the mirror. Last night I kept turning in bed for some reason that I didn’t even know. That was the first night that I didn’t think of Oli since he passed away. All I could think of was the gorgeous gray-eyed who ran away from his office and didn’t come back after the meeting. What’s his problem anyway? I play with my engagement ring on my finger while I’m humming the song on my phone. My officemates are already rushing to get in the cramming elevator. Some say hi, greet a good morning, and some think that I’m invisible. I know exactly what they talk about, so I keep my volume on my headset louder even it’s already deafening my ears. Enough thinking of Bash! You had all that last night! I’m sure he isn’t doing the same. I start my routine as soon as I get into my office. Still no signs of Bash. It’s almost nine in the morning when I check the time on my laptop.
BASH “Why didn’t you tell me that her fiancé died? I could have avoided asking her about him, Lizzy.” She sighs from the other line. I couldn’t sleep after what I just found out about her relationship. It breaks my heart to see her in such pain, and I can’t do anything to help her. “Bash, she needs you. She may laugh, jokes around, or pushes you away, but she suffered a lot losing her fiancé. She needs the Bash that she used to know. She needs her best friend,” Lizzy says softly, convincing me. “She doesn’t need me, Lizzy. You can’t push her on me if she doesn’t want me, and I can’t force what we had to be back to normal. All she needs is to accept her loss and move on. She has you as a friend.” The frown deepens on my forehead. Honestly, I don’t want to be just her friend anymore. I want to be wanted. I want to be someone she needs, not because she was my best friend. “You didn’t get it, Bash.” “Tell me t
BASH “Fuck!” Dad curses. I turn around quickly when I realize what they’re doing. Heat creeps in my cheeks with embarrassment. I can’t believe I’ve just witnessed what Dad and Mom are doing in his office. It isn’t easy to be in this awkward situation. I grip the door handle when I hear my mom giggle. “Bash, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be doing it here,” Mom says, laughing. I stay still. “We’re not having sex, Bash. You can turn around now,” Dad says who finds everything is okay after their son just caught them almost having sex. I face them slowly just to make sure they are both dressed because when I entered moments ago, mom’s dress zipped down from her back, and dad’s shirt unbuttoned while they were making out on the desk. “Can’t you at least lock the door before you start eating each other’s face? Or at least tell me not to come?” I ask annoyingly and amused at the same time. I can’
TRINITY I felt insignificant. That’s what I felt earlier, but who am I to fight? When the head doesn’t want me, then so be it. I worked hard to be a part of the company, but my hardship and experience are all gone to waste. I guess I just don’t belong there. There’s a little regret on the part of my brain. If I only follow my passion as an artist or an architect, I won’t be here alone jobless in the middle of these graves. My heels dip in the soft green grass as I saunter toward Oli. I always came here when I missed him. Being with him, I find it comforting. I wrap my arms around myself when the wind blows my hair. I slow my pace when I’m a few steps closer to Oli. The flowers I placed on the granite plate last week are still here, and they start withering. Placing another grasp of white calla and stargazer, I set aside the old one. I wipe away the withered petals that fell on the plate. I trace my fingers where O
BASH I am frustrated. That’s what I exactly feel right now. I walk away from Trinity, frustrated. The moment her door closed behind me, I felt I was helpless. I release an exasperating sigh. Running my fingers on my hair, I walk away without looking back because once I look back, I know myself, I will knock again, and this time I’ll grab her head and press her against the door and kiss her to release all my frustrations away. I meet Edmund waiting for me at the parking lot wearing a goofy smile, but he doesn’t say anything. A song by Collective Soul is playing when I enter the car. “Shut off this fucking song, Edmund!” I fasten my seatbelt. Our gazes meet at the rearview mirror. He changes the song to a pop song saying something like I’m without your kisses. I’ll be needing stitches. I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Bash. What’s the scowl for? I thought you and Miss Mallory had talked?” he asks while driving out of the
BASH It’s been two days since the last time I heard from Trinity. She’s been ignoring my calls and messages. My thought scattered. I’ve never been restless and anxious for the whole weekend. My sleep is deprived because of that kiss. “Who are you?” My eyes narrow to the thirty-ish curvy woman with curly hair and bronze skin in front of me. She tries to open the door for me, and she has a folder in her hand. “Good morning, Mr. Hughes. I’m Lindsey White. Your new PA,” she says, following me. I slump my back dramatically into my chair, my hands clasped under my chin. The woman doesn’t walk in front of me, but she keeps staring at me inquisitively. “Are you just gonna stare at me all day or you’re gonna do your job?” I’m being an ass, but I am not in a mood to exchange pleasantries. She clears her throat. “I just talked with Ms. Kiara Mallory about—” I raise my hand to stop her. Just someone me