Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“I said I would go with her and let’s not deny it, we always knew a day like this would come. No matter how much you guys wanted it, I’m not Sparks material. Moreover, I think my mother would get better if I’m with her. Her disease is psychological and she wants me by her side, I would do just that. Sometimes love is just the right contact with a person and my mother’s been denied that for long, ” Neon explained.
“Neon….” a soft gasp left Jennifer’s mouth, touched by her son’s words.
Neon took Isabella’s hand in his and closed it with his other slightly larger palm, “I really appreciate what you have done so far for me, Isabella. You rescued me when I was in the deepest water…” His words stirred up the memories of that day when they were younger, she and Pedro had gone to Jennifer’s place to rescue him from the hands of his mother who lost it after the break-up.
Neon went on,” I would never forget your help. However, I’m no longer that little, helpless boy that was abused by his mother because he couldn’t keep up with her standards of learning. I’m smarter, older, taller, and stronger now. I know what’s good and wrong and I can definitely fend for myself. So you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve grown up and old enough to deal with my mother’s problems. I can deal with her,”
Isabella didn’t say a word even after some minutes passed and Neon was beginning to think that his words had fallen on deaf ears when she suddenly pulled him forward and engulfed him in a tight hug.
“I’m going to miss you,” Isabella confessed, tightening the hug.
“I would too,” Neon said.
Seeing that gesture, the others lowered their weapon and it was left for Jennifer who still had a tight hold on Pedro.
Jennifer was battling with the demons in her head. The voices were telling her not to trust them, all they have ever done was to abandon her. However, her son has agreed to come with her, doesn’t that count as a gesture of trust?
Slowly, Jennifer lowered her weapon and Pedro released the breath he had been holding in. That was close. Slowly yet cautiously, he backed away from Jennifer who watched him with intensity the way a predator would around his prey.
Reluctantly, Isabella released Neon who then walked over to her mother who was fidgeting with the gun in her hand. This was the first time she was trusting her enemies and it made her feel vulnerable.
The first thing Neon did as soon as he came near his mother was to receive her gun and toss it as far away as possible from her. He then took her hand and intertwined it together as they began to leave.
However, Isabella shouted from behind, “You do know it doesn’t matter, you, not being a Sparks. You’re unique the way you are Neon and perhaps, even better than us,”
Neon turned, “I know,” He was smug.
“Our doors are always open for you, Neon,” Isabella offered him.
“Thank you,”
The third point of view:
Ailee couldn’t tell the number of times she slipped in and out of consciousness, however, she always felt a strong grip on her hand as if whoever was holding onto her didn’t want to let go.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open and the disturbing sounds of machines beeping made her head spin. The sensation of dizziness was overwhelming.
Ailee tried to speak but she couldn’t and came to discover that it was all thanks to the oxygen mask that she was wearing.
Thankfully, her movements woke whoever was by her bedside, and Ailee was shocked to see that it was no one else but her brother, Allen.
“Ailee?” Relief broke out across his face, “Thank God, you’re awake,”
Ailee bet Allen would have hugged her but he first worked on her oxygen mask. Pulling the strap from over her head till she was free, “You needed oxygen in your lungs after the amount of smoke you took in since you were in a much worse state than the others,” Allen explained with the softest voice she had ever heard. Ailee almost thought she was dreaming.
“The o-others?” She croaked, her throat quite dry.
Allen didn’t answer immediately, rather he filled the glass on the nightstand with water and brought it for her to drink. Ailee accepted the drink seeing she was parched and didn’t leave a single liquid in the cup.
And it was while she was drinking that Allen answered her question, “Very one escaped the fire and is doing well. Our parents were here a few hours ago, no, mom has been attached to your side for over a week that dad had to literally drag her -“
“Wait a minute, did you just say a week?” Ailee sat up with speed only to hiss out as pain cut across her belly.
“You shouldn’t move around carelessly, you were operated on, you know?” Allen reminded her, trying to goad her back to bed but she was done with lying down.
“I’ve been lying here for a week?” Ailee was still trying to digest that piece of information.
“It’s a miracle you survived having lost quite a lot of blood from that bullet wound. I’m sure everyone would be delighted with Joy when they hear that you’re awake,” Allen was still speaking when Ailee realized a certain person was missing and the fact her twin had tactically not brought him up which was quite strange.
“What about Neon? Where is he?”
At once, the expression dropped from Allen’s face and she knew something was not right.
“Allen?” There was an edge to Ailee’s voice as if warning him not to dare lie to her because she could sense that was what he was about to do. Call it the twins’ bond or something or the years she spent studying her brother enough to know his response in a situation like this “What happened to Neon?”
“He left,” Allen said with no details causing his sister’s brows to rise questioningly. So he added, “With his mother, Jennifer,”
Fury like no other filled Ailee, “You let Jennifer take him away? How could you?!“ The look in her eyes told Allen he would have gotten it from her if she could move freely.
“Jennifer didn’t take him away, Neon was the one who choose to go with her,”
“No, that can’t be possible. Jennifer’s crazy and could hurt -“
“Jennifer won’t hurt her son, at least Neon’s old enough to prevent that from happening. And honestly, I think she’s realized how much Neon means to her and would do everything to make him happy,”
Yet Ailee shook her head in disagreement, “Even at that, Jennifer is still unwell -“
“And who other than Neon is in the right position to help her recover?” Asked Allen holding her gaze and seeing the defeat in her eyes.
Ailee leaned back to the bed with an unexplainable feeling gnawing at her chest.
Guilt.
She felt like she was responsible for him leaving. That stupid fool was trying to make it easier on her by giving her the space she wanted after what happened between them.
At that discovery, Ailee didn’t know whether to laugh or just cry. Neon was really heartless. He didn’t even wait for her to wake up so she could bid him a proper goodbye. Why was he making her feel this suffocated? He was a really bad person.
“Hey, I know how much Neon meant to you and I-“
“No, you don’t because if you knew how much Neon meant to me, you wouldn’t have treated him that way!” Ailee snapped at him without even wincing when the sharp pain shot across her belly again.