Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Furious

Upon reaching Basilica de la Sagrada Familia, I immediately noticed the huge amount of people around. How will I see him? This place is one of the most visited place in the region. So even if daylight is almost over, there are still a lot of people around.

I scanned the place hoping that I would see him.

And there he was, at the main door of the church. He was wearing a black hoodie, faded jeans and brown combat boots, and a pair of sunglasses.

Aron is handsome. We are almost the same height and same body built. But his skin is fairer than me and his blonde hair is shining because of the sun's rays.

My heart started racing. I felt scared of what he might say or do to me.

I must admit that the idea of meeting him is making me nervous. What if he has a gun with him? Or what if he has a knife he can use to stab me?

But at least this is a public place so there will be witnesses if ever he plans to do something harmful.

I have basic knowledge about taekwondo. I once did a commercial about the leading taekwondo outfit here in Spain and I needed to go training for it. I guess my work is helpful to me not only in terms of money.

He walked towards my position when he saw me. He stopped midway, at least five meters away from me. He removed his sunglasses and gave me a smirk.

"We finally meet again," he spoke.

Some people glanced towards his direction because he spoke English but they immediately went on with what they were doing.

"What do you really want, Aron?" my voice was challenging.

The evil smirk did not leave his face. I did not dare show him that I was feeling nervous and tried to calm myself.

"Everything in my life was perfect, Gulf. But you really had to ruin everything. Mew left me because of you!" He spat.

It made me scoff.

"Ha! Are you kidding me? None of it was my fault. It was not my fault that you are not worthy of being loved!" I fired back.

He was taken aback with what I said which made me smile.

His eyebrows furrowed, a sign that he's starting to get angry. But he tried to erase it off and gave me a grin.

"You really think that Mew loves you? You really think that in the three years that you were not with him, he did not have a relationship with someone else? You have no idea, Gulf." And then he laughed like a crazy person.

It was my turn to be affected with what he said. His words were like knives that pierced my heart. They were painful.

But so what? I even had a relationship with Hughie. I guess it was fair?

I composed myself before speaking again.

"I don't care. The important thing here is that Mew and I are together again. And we will not let anyone ruin our relationship. Not even you!"

He stopped laughing. Everything I just said made him clench his fists.

"Are you sure about that?" he said in gritted teeth as he slid his right hand inside the pocket of his hoodie.

It was too late when I realized that he pulled out a gun. He immediately pointed it towards me.

My body stiffened and my mouth started to dry out.

The people noticed his gun. Seconds later, the place was now in chaos with people screaming and running away from us.

While I remained there standing. It was as if I became a statue with my feet glued to the floor. I couldn't move. Not with his gun pointed at me. My body started to feel cold.

Aron flashed an evil smile. I swallowed hard.

But then I realized, I shouldn't let him know that I am scared.

If this is the end of me, then I should at least face my death bravely.

Get your shit together, Gulf.

"You really are a coward, Aron. You never fight in a fair way. Hal died because of you. And you are also the reason why Mew and I were apart for three years! You're sick in the head! You're a crazy bitch!"

He walked towards me with the gun still pointed at my chest.

"Shut up!" he shouted.

But it did not want me to stop.

"You're evil. A demon. That is why I can't blame Mew why he left you! You're crazy! Delusional!"

The sound of a gunshot filled the air. I felt something hit my chest so I tried to touch it.

Blood. My shirt and hand are now stained with blood. But why?

Not long after, I started to taste blood inside my mouth.

Then I started to feel the pain. Pain because of the gunshot. My body began to feel weak which made me go down on my knees. I watched the blood on my hands.

"What were you saying? Nothing can ruin your relationship now? Nothing can get in your way? Guess what, Gulf. You were wrong."

My eyes started to feel heavy and sleepy. But I managed to look him in the eyes. I felt the blood dripping from my mouth and it trickled down my face towards the ground.

"Even if I die today Aron, you still can't have Mew. He doesn't love you. And he will never love you."

"You just can't shut up, can you? Any last words?" he asked before lifting the gun and pointing it at my forehead. I can feel the cold metal on my skin.

I smiled. I guess this is the end of me.

"Mew will never love someone like you, Aron."

Another sound of a gunshot resonated in the air as I felt a bullet pierce through my skull.

And everything went black.

"Señorito!"

"Señorito! Nosotros estamos aqui." (Sir, we're here.)

The driver's voice awakened me. I scratched my eyes and looked outside the window. We were now outside the Basilica. The heavy traffic made me doze off to sleep along the way.

I glanced at my chest. There was no blood!

I heaved out a deep sigh. What the hell was that dream? I thought it was the end of me!

I handed the fare to the driver and went out of the taxi. My wrist watch told me that it was five minutes before five pm.

Because of that stupid dream, I'm now having second thoughts whether or not I should push through in meeting Aron or just go home to our condo.

But maybe this is just an outcome of watching too much soap operas and tv shows! What the hell, Gulf?

I shook my head. I think Aron will not dare shoot me here.

That is why even if I was feeling nervous, I forced myself to stay calm.

I sat on a bench outside the church while waiting for him. How will he see me with this number of people present?

I decided to send him a text.

"Where are you?"

But it was already past five and I haven't received a reply from him.

I waited for thirty minutes more. A lot of people recognized me and asked for selfies.

A small boy approached me and tried to hand me a small piece of paper.

I was confused at first but still I accepted it.

"Maybe next time." It was written on the paper.

"There you are!" I heard Mew's angry voice.

I immediately crumpled the piece of paper before he could see it.

His face was so red and ready to explode because of anger. He grabbed my pulse and harshly pulled me away from there.

"You're hurting me. Can't you be gentle? You could break my wrist!" I complained.

"Not until we reach the fucking car!" he growled.

He opened the door and made me sit on the shotgun seat. His grip started to loosen up.

Yes, Mew bought a car here in Spain. He's just so rich.

"I've been looking everywhere for you for almost an hour! Fuck! I had to check all social media platforms to check if people posted photos of where you are!" his voice raised. "Put your fucking seatbelt on!" he almost shouted.

My lips trembled because of his tone. It pained me. Why is he shouting at me? I'm not used to him shouting. Especially to me.

I silently did what he wanted me to do. My hands were trembling as I tried to put my seatbelt on.

He turned around and went inside the car. He started the engine and we drove away. His eyebrows are still crossed. He clenched his jaw.

"I told you not to stay out of my sight! What were you thinking? And what the fuck were you doing at the church!?" His voice was still angry.

I bowed my head and played with my fingers.

"Nothing. I just wanted to meet some fans," I said with a weak voice.

"What if something happened to you? What if Aron suddenly shows up here? Have you forgotten about the wax figure he sent? Are you not thinking?"

His words were like arrows piercing through my heart. They were hurtful.

He has a point though. I just want all of these to be over soon. I want to put an end to everything with Aron. Is there really a need to shout at me?

I'm not used to being shouted at. It makes me feel so small. And to think that it was Mew raising his voice to me because of his anger, it pains me a lot.

Does he think that I've already forgotten about what he did in the photoshoot earlier? How he was too friendly with the guy?

"Why are you so stubborn!?"

I remained silent.

"ANSWER ME, DAMN IT! WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU?"

I swear I am close to crying. My hands are still trembling because I'm starting to feel angry. But the pain I'm feeling right now is too much compared to the anger inside me.

He received a call. His phone was connected to the car's bluetooth so the call could be heard on the car stereo. It was his secretary.

"Hello, Sir. I'm so sorry for the interruption," the girl on the other line apologized.

"What is it?" His voice was grumpy.

"Sir, the other members of the board are already angry. They're asking why you've been away for almost a week and you are not reporting to the company. They want to call for a board meeting," his secretary's voice turned shy.

"Tell them that I'll be there in three weeks time."

"But Sir, they said that they have an important concern. They want you back here. Or else they will elect a new CEO."

"Are they forgetting that Gulf and I own 49% of the company? The other board members only own 5 to 10% each. They can't vote me out."

"Technically, they can, sir. If their decision would be unanimous, it would be 51% which would be a majority of the shares."

Mew struck the steering wheel out of frustration.

Looks like he won't have a choice but to go back to Philippines?

"Fucking bastards! Tell them that I'll be there tomorrow."

"Okay, sir. Thank you."

His eyebrows were still furrowed when the call ended.

The rest of the drive was silent. I did not dare speak another word.

We arrived at the condo at 6 PM. And because I still feel sad because he shouted at me, I did not talk to him and gave him a cold treatment. He did the same too. We did not talk to each other. No one dared to talk.

But after eating dinner, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I have to go back to the Philippines tonight," he informed me.

I was sitting on the sofa at the living room, watching La Casa de Papel. He was standing not far from me.

I just gave him a quick nod and did not bother glancing towards his position.

For a moment, I was expecting that he would come to hug me and say sorry. But I was wrong.

He turned his back and went inside our room maybe to pack his things.

I was hoping that he would make a move to clear this fight between us before his flight but I guess I was hoping for too much.

Maybe he is still angry at me because of what I did. And maybe his anger was too much that he couldn't swallow his pride for me.

He left the condo without saying sorry. Yes, I know I was at fault. But there was no need to shout at me a lot of times!

I would have apologized to him first if only he did not shout.

I was also hoping that he would offer me to come with him. Even if he knew that I wouldn't agree to it because of my work that I need to finish. But he could have at least offered me.

He left the condo at around 10 in the evening. When the door closed, I couldn't help myself but to burst into tears.

I decided to visit the building's pool area to help myself calm down.

And there I sat at the pool edge and dipped my feet into the water.

I began to cry again as I watched my reflection on the water.

"Qué mierda!" (What the fuck!) I heard a familiar yet angry voice.

When I lifted my chin and glanced at the direction of the voice, I saw Hughie's angry but still handsome face. Even if he has shaved his hair, he is still handsome as ever.

Even if he has shaved his hair, he is still handsome as ever

He sat beside me and cupped my face. He wiped my tears away which made me cry even more.

"Why are you crying? Is this because of Mew?" his voice was gentle. But his eyes were filled with anger. His fingers carefully and gently caressed my face.

I cried harder because I couldn't answer him.

"Hijo de puta! We had a deal and now he's making you cry? Where is he?"