Beautifully Unfinished

AFTER

CHAPTER 3

"Miranda!"

Beth and Nina exclaims in unison as they rushed towards me once I entered our hotel room. Both of them hugged me tight and I tried to smile ruefully, keeping my tears to myself but I still feel so disgusted of what I did from last night.

Riding all the way back to my hotel, all I thought about inside the cab was the embarrassing things I did when I was drunk and of course how I ended up having s*x with the Hugo Saintclare.

Moreover, it still has not sink in that I actually talked to Landon so casually inside an elevator without screaming at his face and busting his ears. But the traumatic part is the drunken s*x with Hugo. 

I still can't believe I gave him my virginity like a snap of a finger.

The bloodstain. The look on his face,  

I sigh inwardly recalling about it again.

In the cab, I wanted to take a three-hour shower because I feel like I'm a dirty woman, not because I had s*x with Hugo but because of that shameful things that I could have done last night that I don't remember. I could be doing embarrassing things being intoxicated and under the influence of alcohol.

Plus, I don't even remember how magical and/or painful it could have been. My first s*x was not memorable at all because I don’t have any memories about it. 

Right now, I'm having muscle pains every corner of my body. It must have been a wild night because I am completely sore. Hell, even though it was Hugo, I still couldn't believe that I've finally gave it up.

"Where were you?” Nina asks worriedly. “We were worried sick of you! I kept calling your phone but to no avail."

I breathe out heavily.

"Who was that man who asked you to go to the VIP?" Beth asked.

Man?

VIP?

I don’t remember any of that at all.

If that man was Hugo, they could remember something and they would have known that it was him.

"Where did he take you?" Nina added.

“We didn’t know where he took you after that and you were just gone so quick.” Beth adds.

I shake my head in disbelief, that didn’t happen. I didn’t just go with a random man in a club. I begin to cry again and the empty memories are hurting me so much. I don’t know anything that happened to me and what if I was actually taken advantage because I was drunk?

I begin to feel scared of what could have actually happened to me last night. I know he's Hugo, and he's the nicest guy the media shows him to be despite the issues about him being a womanizer but he is a man. He could not have possibly harassed me last night, right?

It hurts how I allowed myself to be in that kind of situation. Even though he is a famous celebrity, that does not mean he has access to my v****a.

What really happened last night? And, how drunk was I?

Since I was crying like there was no tomorrow without answering any of their questions, they lead me to the bed instead. I sit down in between them while they were trying to calm me..

"Oh my god what happened to you? Were you raped?" Beth asked with worried eyes.

"I don’t think so.” I answered while wiping my tears. “I don't know. I don't remember." My voice shakes. "I can't remember a thing." I add.

I pull both of my hands up and covered my face as I continued to cry again. I wanted to tell them what happened but I am in full doubts about it.  I know they won't believe me and the story would be so hard to believe. But I remembered that I have proof. I was able to snag a photo of Hugo sleeping a while ago.

"We shouldn't have allowed that man to take you to the VIP." Nina says.

“What?” I gaped in shock.

"You were so persistent. You wanted to go with him.” Beth states.

I was taken aback with her words. I was the one who wanted to go with him. Did she mean Hugo? 

“You were so drunk when you agreed to that man, that's why you couldn't remember a thing, I think." Beth adds.

She's right, I couldn't even remember how drunk I was that night. Hence, I don’t remember this man that they are talking about. If it was Hugo then they would be screaming at my face about it.

"You were so giddy last night when we saw Hugo, Ned and Zachary passing by our table." Beth blurts out.

The legendary lead guitarist of SatPat, Ned Hall and the incredible bassist Zachary Monroe were there too?

What a complete bad luck!

I take a pause for a few seconds and started remembering that part from last night. It all just sank in, Beth is right. We were in one club last night. I was acting all crazy when I saw the three of them in the same place as we did. I was too excited that I always took shots one after the other. Hell, I remember not declining to  any shots offered. 

Oh gosh the embarrassment is completely building up now.

"Where were you the entire night?” Nina interrogates. “Where did you sleep?"

"I was at...." I trailed off.

I look at their faces and there was silence as we were staring at each other. "Promise me you will believe me." I say.

They nod.

I carefully pulled my iPhone out and slowly opened to my gallery but secured the screen against my chest.

"What are you hiding?" Nina quizzes.

"I had s*x last night." I blurted out, keeping my phone close to my breasts.

They gasped and covered their mouth at the same time, dramatically surprised. They looked at me in disbelief.

"You filmed the entire thing?!" Nina exclaimed with a smile.

My eyes widened, "What?! No!"

"Then what is it?" Beth asked.

I sigh inwardly, "I don't know how I ended up in his hotel room but I gave my virginity to this man." I began to say.

Both of them stared at each other eagerly with confused look on their faces. I added, "I took a photo of him while he was asleep before I left so I have a proof. So that you'll believe me.”

I slowly showed them the screen and in a split second, I noticed their eyes getting bigger and their mouths opens wide. I think they paused for three seconds or five.

"Hugo Saintclare?!" They yelled.

"You had s*x with him?!" Nina screams at my ear.

"Oh my god that's clearly Hugo! Look at the hair!" Beth adds.

Both of them started screaming and pulling me back and forth as if I did something great last night. They were happy for me. They were even happy that Hugo was the one who got my virginity. Well, it is something to be proud of a little bit because he's Hugo from Satellite Patrol but there is still that shame since he met me on my drunken state. If he'll remember me, he will assume that I am that kind of woman and that I have always been an easy girl my whole life.

Seven years later.

"MOM!! I can't find my Ironman shirt!"

"Honey it's on the top drawer!" I yelled back.

"Mom I can't! It's not here! Moooom!!"

I grunt as I quickly wiped my hands over my apron after washing the dishes. I pulled it off from my body and ran upstairs to see Benedict still wearing his black jeans with no shirt on him. All of his clothes from the top drawer were scattered on the floor.

"Ben look at how messy your room is." I sigh.

"Because I can't find my Ironman shirt. Did you wash it mom?" He asks me, still pulling out all of his shirts from the drawer.

"Yes. I did." I answered. “Now stop getting all of them out.”

I sigh inwardly because he was not listening and he was still doing it.

"Ben will you stop throwing your clothes everywhere?” I complained while searching for his favorite shirt. “And look at you, you're still on your socks!" I walked towards him and grabbed all the piles of clothes and placed it on top of his bed.

"Mom! My Ironman shirt. I'm not leaving if I'm not wearing it today. It's Monday today. Monday is Ironman shirt day." He seemed to start crying. Oh God, who ever told him Monday is Ironman shirt day.

I started opening the other drawers and looked for his favorite Ironman shirt. "Okay okay. I'll look for it." I say quick. I glance at him pouting, "Shoes up, baby. You'll be late for school."

"Okay mommy." Benedict obeys and sits on the foot of the bed as he lace his own shoes.

I kept looking for his all time favorite Ironman shirt and I'll be damned if I can't find it right away. After watching Ironman movies, it's always been something that he loves to wear since he has always idolized that hero.

"Found it." I pulled it out with a smile of relief and rushed towards him.

"YEY! You're the best mommy!" He chimes.

I knelt in front of him as I put on the shirt over his head and fixed his hair then his shoelace. I kissed his temple and helped him grab his Ironman backpack. Of course, it also had to be Ironman. I stare at my son and I am amazed at how fast he grew up.

Before, I used to carry him on my arms and change his diapers or wake up in the middle of the night when he cries for milk or just cries for whatever baby reason he has. It was tough but now, he's already a first grader and I can't stop feeling all scared for him. Not that he is a naughty little boy because Ben’s smart and kind. Also, I get a little anxious thinking about his first day in school.

I mean, it’s good that he will meet new friends but there’s still that motherly fear I have.

"Are you ready baby?" I ask him.

Benny nods at me with a smile. "I'm a big boy now. I'm six." He pulls out seven fingers.

"Is that six?" I arched an eyebrow.

He giggles. "Ops! I mean... One, two, three, four, five, six. Six!" He counts carefully as he pulls one finger after the other.

"Six." He smiles widely.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Very good. Let's go. Time for me to drive you to school."

Both of us stumbled our way downstairs and grabbed his lunch bag for him. I opened the passenger door and he gets inside all by himself like a big little boy. He says he doesn't need my help getting inside the car anymore because he's already a big boy.

It’s adorable so I let him but I still assist when he needs help.

I'm proud of my son because he's been very understanding and incredibly sweet. Even though he still doesn't know who his father is and there are times that he asks me about his dad, he still tries to understand what I tell him despite his young age.

I'm not ready to tell him the truth yet and I don't want to set his hopes up when he'll know about his real father. I doubt if he would accept his own son in the first place.

So many things happened to me the past years all by myself.

"Buckle up sweetheart." I say as I drive out of the driveway.

Ben does what I told him and he kicks his feet mid air on his seat continuously and bites his fingernails at the same time, I know he only does that when he's scared or nervous about something. I don't do that, it's sort of his habit. Maybe he got it from his father.

Well, base on Ben's undeniably brown curly hair on top of his head, his bright blue-green eyes and that cheeky dimpled smile which is awfully too familiar, I know he got it all from Hugo. Benedict looks like an exact copy of Hugo Saintclare.

It's nothing to be discussed.

He resembles like Hugo so much, it’s actually too scary.

Of course, he is Ben's father.