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Shocked was an understatement for how Raul had felt when Alfred had revealed he was in love with him. Flabbergasted was more like it, even if Alfred's constant snide remarks about his and June's relationship had finally made sense.Raul shoved a hand into his hair and tugged. He'd seen the pain in his stepbrother's eyes during the confession and it still haunted him. Five long years?Memories and peculiar moments he'd never really cared to recall rolled in his mind. Alfred telling him how gorgeous he was, Alfred complementing his big dick all the time, that one steamy, drunken kiss they'd shared which they'd both laughed over.Had Alfred done such an impeccable job of keeping his feelings secret or Raul had chose to ignore it all this while, telling himself it wasn't what it seemed?God, this was so fucking messed up. He'd only ever seen Alfred as his stepbrother. They were practically brothers, for which the gravity of the reality still weighed so heavily. He had a gut wrenching fee
“Adam...” Rebecca croaked, voice hoarse as fresh tears fell from her damp eyes. “When you. . . when you told me your name was Adam Garcia. . . I. . . I. . .I told myself it wasn't you even though you looked so much like Refugio. But it. . . it's you. It really is you. My. . . my son.”What? She was happy to see him? Then damn Adam loved her to the pits of hell.He noticed the movement of her hand and quickly caught her by the wrist before it could touch his cheek, having a deep feeling that another damned touch from her was going to wreck more havoc than it'd already done.She winced, probably because he was squeezing her wrist too tight. Good, she deserved far more than that. “Your son, huh?” He chuckled. “So now I'm your son? You fucking remembered now that you have a son?”“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You don't know how much...” She trailed off, her body quavering as sobs racked through her body.Adam was damned if he felt even an iota of pity for this woman, but he knew all too well
Eva tapped on Adam's number, dialing once again. Between two hours ago and now, she must've called about fifty times. Earlier, she'd gone to Adam's house the time they'd scheduled for dinner. She must have pressed on the doorbell ten times, yet nobody had opened the door. After spending an hour in front of his door and dialing his number repeatedly, she'd finally left and headed for June's house. An hour later and he still hadn't picked up her calls or returned them. Irritated, Eva hang up when the phone dialed about halfway through. Damnit Adam. Where the fuck are you?“He's still not picking up?” June asked, slumping on the couch beside Eva and placing the box of ice cream on her lap. It smelled of vanilla.“No. I don't know what the fuck is going on.” Eva groaned.June scooped a spoonful of the icecream into her mouth. “Don't worry. I'm sure he'll call soon.”The assurance did nothing to abate Eva's worry. “He's never done something like this, June. He's always punctual about o
Adam felt like his soul was being ripped right out of him, watching the paramedics try desperately to revive his father. Wishing that the ambulance would move faster even though he knew they were already moving at a crazy pace.Every time the defibrillator was placed on his father's bare chest, jolting him and yet failing to generate any response from the heart monitor, it felt like the piercing of a sharp-edged sword right through his heart.He flattened his palms on his forehead and run them up along his messy hair, tugging furiously as anguish burned through his brain. But he could care less if his hair was ripped out of his skull. Not when his dad was on the brink of death and he could only watch helplessly.Suddenly, the paramedics stopped fussing over his father, disposing off their device, faces grim. Adam's heart skipped a beat. Had they given up already?One of them came to stand right in front of him. He saw her lips moving, but it wasn't until she patted him on the should
Entering the hospital room, Adam slowly made his way to his father's bedside. Suddenly, the man looked so different, skin pale, wrinkles more prominent. How could a person change so much in appearance overnight?Sitting on the chair that stood beside the bed, he continued watching his father for a few minutes before finally taking his hand into both of his.“You know, growing up, I always thought you were a weak man for letting your wife's rejection and abandonment break you, for not crawling out of it soon enough. Well, guess what?” He chuckled softly. “I've seen how wrong I was.”His voice broke, and unable to take it anymore, he broke down right then. “Why dad? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell, Guile? How could you have kept your sickness to yourself for a whole year? Why? We could've stood by you through it all. Helped you get through it. Why?”Was it shame? Guilt?Growing up, his father's alcoholism had prevented them from getting as close as a father and son should, b
Ten seconds later, Eva was still staring at Adam, stupefied, wondering whether she had misheard him. “Adam, what are you talking about?” She would have chuckled at the absurdity of his declaration if not for the gravity of this whole situation. “How can my mother be your mother?”She scanned Adam's face, waiting for any twitch, any sign to indicate that this was just his example of an extremely bad joke. The hard lines of incense remained. Eva looked back at her mother to find the woman sobbing and looking at the floor like she found it very interesting.Reality slammed into her with an intensity that sent her hurtling right into absolute shock.“Get her the fuck out of here, Eva!” Adam whisper-yelled churlishly, but his next words were ground out loudly. “Somebody get her the fuck out of here before I lose my shit and do something I'm going to regret.”His hands were balled into fists, his whole body crackling with rage, like an elastic string stretched beyond the yield point and j
Adam stumbled, the doctor's announcement hitting him like a large rock, so strong and impactful that he knew he was going to fall. And he would've if Eva wasn't standing behind him and caught him from doing so."No, no, no, no. Don't tell me that doctor. Please tell me it's not true." Guille covered his mouth, seemingly at the horror. Adriana was at his side to comfort her fiancé in a hug.Everything went around Adam in slow motion, even the voices, so much so that it felt like a dream, one he was going to wake up from soon. And he probably would've believed it was a dream if his heart didn't feel like it was being ripped out of his chest."You could come to my office to see the test results." Doctor Andrews was saying."Fuck the results doctor." Guile bit out. "Just tell me I can go see my father.""Yes of course." Doctor Andrews nodded. "But I must warn you he's experiencing a lot of weakness and will get exhausted easily if you strain him out by letting him talk too much or sitting
Adam's father groaned when he stumbled a little. Both Adam and Guille were at his sides in an instant, checking to see whether he was okay.“Boys, I'm fine.” The man tried to chuckle but stopped immediately, probably from pain. He coughed.“Dad, you never listen!” Guille groaned. “We shouldn't have left. Why are you so adamant, dad?”“Oh, come on,” Cough. “We're already here so complaining is a waste of time.”“Uh-huh, wait until you find us driving you back there.” Adam finally bit out after having spent most of their drive in the car in brooding annoyance.His father had insisted on getting discharged from the hospital even though he was still felling weak because as he'd said, if he was going to die anyway, he wanted to do it in the comfort of his own house, not in the confines of some hospital room.The fact that Doctor Andrews had agreed to discharge him and had only prescribed some pain medication without issuing any attempts to change his mind had thawed every remnants of Adam'