aircannonsinc Chapter 52
Chapter 52
BASH
It's almost eleven in the morning when I check the time on my wristwatch. Everyone seems to relax a little.
"Trinity, let's go," I almost plead, and I don't care what happened earlier. I want to get out of this place as fast as possible, away from Rexwell.
She walks in my direction as she looks at Rexwell. I feel a pang inside my chest, and I guess she's trying to say something to Rexwell with that look.
Rexwell looks back at her. Then he meets my gaze. "Bash-"
I raise my hand. I don't want to fight with Rexwell again and not in this place. I'm beyond pissed, but I don't care about his shit anymore.
The damage has been done. The journal is gone. What else is there to talk about?
"You've done enough, Rexwell. You put my girlfriend's life in jeopardy. I'll let it go this time because I was here when that happened, but you'll not gonna drag her to your mess again or whatever you are dealing with that goddamn man!" I wish I could punch him with eye contact. I can't believe he's so selfish to drag a woman to save his own ass.
He purses his lips into a thin line and nods slowly.
He takes a deeper breath. "I know, I know, Bash. But you've warned everyone, and I can't get close to you." Guilt crosses his face. "I ask for your number from Trinity."
"Don't fucking call her Trinity!" I shout at him.
He looks shocked. "Okay!" he agrees, raising his hand.
"Bash, let me explain." Trinity's voice is a little shaky because she saw me angry as soon as I arrived.
"You have nothing to explain, Trinity. Let's go." I tell her harshly and walk away, but I don't hear footsteps following me.
I stop and turn around, only to see Trinity hugging Rexwell. I shake my head in disbelief, and I just can't believe them doing that in front of me, but I'd rather not think of them hugging behind my back as well.
My chest tightens. I shove my hands in my pockets because I might lose my shit and punch Rexwell again. I take a deep breath and walk away as fast as possible.
I'm always a jealous person, but I'm not greedy. It will kill me if Trinity likes Rexwell, but I have to let her go if she chooses him over me.
"Bash!" I hear her seem to catch her breath behind my back, and her footsteps seem like she's running.
"Bash!" She calls me again.
I stop to halt to face her. "What?" Even myself, I can hear the pain in my voice.
"Bash." She pulls me into a hug tighter, presses herself into me, and bursts into tears. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, and I don't wanna put your life in danger again. I-I'm sorry, Bash. If I had to do it behind your back, I would do it over again without hesitation."
Wait. What?
I can't help but hug her back as tight as she does. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss the top of her head. "Hush, Tri. Please, don't cry." That's all I can say. It breaks my heart to see this. I realize she's here because of that journal and me.
"It's not what you think it is, Bash," she speaks again.
"I know, Baby. I know."
"No, Bash. It's about Sean." I groan and pull away from our embrace.
"What about him, Trinity? Do you like him so much that you have to risk your goddamn life to be with him?" I ask through gritted teeth, glaring at her.
I need to know this, and once and for all, I want to end this agony inside me. It's better to put this to an end at once than knowing Trinity likes someone else. That's bullshit! I need her in my life.
Her teary eyes grow wider, her lips slightly parted. Her grips on my arms loosen as she stares at me in disbelief. I notice that we have an audience-an audience that I wish I could punch him till his eyes pop out from his fucking head.
My fists shake in anger.
I'm not a violent person, but I want to break his skull pretty bad.
"Why are you saying something like that?" Her voice cracks.
"Shouldn't you be the one answering that?" I ask back, ignoring Rexwell at her back.
"I stole the journal because I couldn't think of putting your life in danger again."
"And you chose to put your life at risk over mine?"
"I just want to protect you. I know stealing that book from you was wrong, but I have no choice. You and Sean are being watched. He's not the one who uploaded that app to my phone. He was only involved with all of this because." She pauses, looking at Rexwell, then he nods at Trinity. "He's Mr. Tenning's son."
I laugh, mocking them. "What? Is this some kind of a joke? What other lies you fed to my girlfriend, Rexwell?" I glare at Rexwell.
He purses his lips into a thin line. Then he shakes his head to confirm that Trinity is not joking.
"That's the truth, Hughes," he answers slowly, seemingly ashamed that he's the son who put others' blood on his hands.
"What's the fucking truth?" I focused my attention on Rexwell.
"Andrew Tennings was my father. My biological father. Mom worked as a psychiatric nurse at the mental facility where Tennings was confined. Since he wasn't really crazy then, they had an affair that led Mom to get pregnant. The rest is history." He stops, looking at me.
I listen intently when his story seems believable. But why Tennings gave the book to me?
"He was transferred back to prison, but Mom continued her visit until she told him she was pregnant. Mom knew everything that happened to him in and out of prison. They killed my mom after I was born, and that's how I got adopted by Brad Rexwell."
"Then why did he give the journal to me?"
"I was in Boston when that happened."
"You didn't even come to his burial!"
"I was being watched, Hughes. They wanted the journal that I didn't have," he explains.
"How did you know all these?"