Zyron's pov
At our home, the taxi stopped.
Here's my payment; keep the change, I said to the driver, my voice flat and weak.
Stepped outside and strolled toward the gate, the sun already high and merciless. Still throbbing was my head. Though I had never stepped inside the house, everything seemed to be collapsing on me.
One of our maids recognised me right as I crossed the gate.
Young Master, she queried in disbelief, "You are only now getting home? "
I made no effort to clarify. Where's Mom? I inquired instead.
She answered inside over breakfast with Master Gino and Young Lady Kaidence.
I just nodded and headed to the front door. As I entered the dining room, the smell of breakfast—garlic rice, eggs, tapa—filled the air. The smell made my stomach turn.
Mom had just put a plate of food on the table when her gaze fell on me. Son, you are just in time. She remarked warmly, come have breakfast with us.
Dad was at the head of the table; Mom was to his right; and Kaidence, my younger sister, was next to her, joyfully munching. I sat next Kaidence, trying not to call attention to myself.
Brother! Kaidence said cheerfully. Last night, where did you go? You passed Ate Trixys performance! She even won, they were fantastic.
That's encouraging news. Congratulations to them, I said, my voice monotone as I scooped rice onto my plate. I never even glanced around.
Moms frowned as she regarded me with alarm. Zyron, is there something wrong? You seem not to be doing too well. Was there an event?
Yes. So much. Far too much.
I offered the most basic response I knew, though.
I'm only exhausted.
Tired of what? Dad asked crisply. Tired from spending the night with a girl?
Gino! Mom reprimanded, surprised.
What? I am just asking, he said then stared at me pointedly. He smells like perfume and check his neck. There is a kiss mark.
What is that? I inquired, reflexively reaching for my neck.
Kaidence drew closer, squinting. Fathers right. Brother, you actually have a kiss mark.
My heart tumbled.
Dad glared at me sharply. Did you not see that?
I maintained quiet.
Kaidence he yelled, then turned to face my sister. Get a mirror. Let your brother see for himself.
She nodded fast, rose, and hurried off to the toilet.
Moms eyes followed me, concerned but silent. Waiting, I tightened my teeth. I already knew even if I didn't want to view it.
Kaidence came back and gave me a little mirror.
Thank you; I murmured.
I raised it and rotated my neck; there it was.
A subtle, reddish kiss print.
Obviously.
My chest constricted. Everything from this morning came rushing back: waking up half-naked in a stranger's condo, the strange sheets, the girl wearing my polo shirt.
Dad bent forward. So what? You catch it. Tell Mewas the friend of yours who treated you that way?
Yes, Dad; I responded with hesitation.
And did anything go on between you two?
I became paralyzed.
I am not sure.
You are not sure? he snapped, hitting the table with the heel of his palm. From the force, the plates and glasses clattered and everyone jolted.
Youre a man, Zyron! Youre saying you have no recollection of last night? !
I was drunk! I snapped back, my voice rising for the first time. I woke up in her condo this morning without any clothes on, and she was wearing my polo uniform. After the bar, I recall nothing.
The silence after my remarks felt worse than anything I had ever encountered.
Dad let out a frustrated sigh and passed a hand through his hair.
Her name is what? he questioned coldly.
Savannah, I murmured.
Complete names.
I really just wanted to leave, I left fast and I don't know.
Slowly rising, he set his tools down.
He said, so what if something actually happened? What if you got her pregnant?
I was unable to respond. It felt as if the ground beneath me had vanished.
Dad said tersely, I need you to locate that girl; I wish to talk to her. We take this seriously, not something to dismiss.
He then exited the table and wandered away silently.
Kaidence stared at me, wide-eyed. Brother, did you actually bed her?
I breathe shaky. I really have no idea.
Mom squeezed lightly and rested her palm over mine. Should you ever need to talk, son still has parents. You always may come to us.
I nodded but remained silent. I couldn't.
Since correct now?
Whether I was guilty, bewildered, furious, or all three, I was uncertain.
I only knew one fact.
I err.
I also had no clue about the effects were going to be.
I crept leisurely up the steps, each one weighing hundreds of pounds. I entered my room and closed the door after me. I wanted to avoid everyone. I wanted to avoid having to justify myself once more. Not even to myself.
I slipped down to the floor and leaned against the door.
What actions did I take?
Why not cut off my excessive drinking?
Why did I let my feelings drive over?
I heard Trixy's voice again in my memories.
Me and Zyron are simply best friends. Not more, not less. period.
I closed my eyes.
Those words stung worse than anything Savannah could have ever done.
That set me off in that way.
That is why I wished to forget.
But what if I did something I couldn't undo?
From my pocket I grabbed my phone and gazed at it.
Savannah
Should I get in touch with her?
Should I inquire as to what actually transpired?
My hands shook a little. I was not prepared. Not yet.
I leaned back on the bed instead and dropped the phone on the floor.
I created chaos. A genuine one.
I also have to tidy it now.
No matter how much agony that might cause.