Bashing Trinity

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 to 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, a 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 lip 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 into 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?”

My heart still is broken, and I don’t know how to fix

her to be here tonight?”

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

hands and squeezed them. “You two need to talk. You

to go, mom.

hand. He’s sitting

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

He plays another song. This time it’s from Lifehouse.

He only gives me an innocent look.

skyscrapers. Its perks with a humongous copper brown kitchen, a balcony, floor wine cellar, built-in

sent me pictures if I like the interior designs, but these are nothing but boring black and white

two traveling bags with my Bottega Veneta messenger bag. I throw myself to the couch. Exhaustion starts

with her elbows propped on the mattress. She’s

my acceptance letter, they can’t say anything.”

face as I look at what

times, Tri. Why aren’t you listening to me?” I am annoyed with her excuses every time I mentioned this topic.

coming

will talk to your mom and dad, Trinity.”

She hits me with her sketchpad, and

I curl into a ball. I feel the most painful pain I’ve

I can’t form a word other than

I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to hit you hard on your balls.” She rubs my head down to my back.

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.

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.

It won’t ease the pain. You know where did you hit me, Nerida! Goldfish! Stick?” I take her hand off of me.

hugging her sketchpad and about to cry. I can see her lips quivering even if she’s biting her bottom lip

I shouldn’t have said that,” I apologize, but she doesn’t say anything anymore. She’s going to hide from

balls instead?” she asks with hesitation,

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

new friends. You will have a girlfriend who will not be bothered by our

her intently. She sniffs

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

“Trinity, answer me for Pete’s sake!” I can’t

seat and sobs more.

“You didn’t apply, did you? You have no plan on coming abroad with me?”

Still, she doesn’t say a word, neither shake her

feel like I’m losing my temper. “When are you going to tell me about this? Before the flight? Did

and it pisses me off. “You hurt me,

only a burden to you and your life. You can’t even find a serious girlfriend because of me.”

am a Hughes, not because I am Bash like who I am to you.” My voice cracks in the end. Jesus, I never

abroad while we still are

best friend ever lies. No best friend betrayed her best

She cries even more, and I want to hug her so badly, but my anger

okay? We can still—”

stand up from my bed

of my bed, takes the sketchpad, leaves me alone in my bed, in my room,

sleeping, get away from me!” I yell and walk back to my empty bed after wiping my face. The face of my sister emerges

I’m sleeping, Lizzy!”

from my pocket. I fish out lazily and groan when I see the screen. It’s a text from

at Hughes building 9 am sharp.

me baby! Can’t I have a

It’s time to meet

BASH: And who