Turning Point (1)

Warning: Strong words

I don't remember when I fell asleep last night. The headache was quite intense and the last thing I remembered was Robbie giving me medicine. The first thing that struck me after I woke up was Twen. I quickly threw my blanket aside and ran to his room. I banged open his room to see Twen deep in sleep. I sighed in relief. I looked at the time. It was six. I had to report by 9 and Twen's school is at 8.

My headache was gone. Turns out the medicine was effective. I tied my hair in a bun and went to the washroom to brush. I came out with a brush in my mouth and went to the kitchen to see what I had for making breakfast. I almost staggered when I reached my drawing-room. On the couch, Robbie was stretched out. His long legs hanging from the sofa handles.

He didn't leave?!!! He just casually slept in my house. Does he even remember that we are not in any sort of relationship? What if people saw him leaving my house now? What will they think? No, more importantly, what if Twen wakes up and sees him? When did this guy become so careless?

I slowly treaded towards him. He was sleeping soundly. Even while sleeping, his features were picture-perfect. He looked so innocent. Who would have thought that the same guy cruelly abandoned me? I tried waking him up,

"Robbie?" I called, patting his arm. He didn't even budge. Twen will wake up in half an hour. I have to get him out of here before that. I patted with a little more force calling his name. No answer. Was he always this sound sleeper? How do I wake him? Maybe alarm? Or should I get some water?

I turned to get my alarm clock when a hand snaked around my waist and pulled me. I fell over Robbie, my back to his face. He snuggled behind me like a pup.

So, he was awake. Damn this poser!

"Robbie, if you're awake then leave quickly before other employees see you leaving my place," I said, trying to free myself from his arms.

It was really an awkward posture to be in. It looked like we were some loving couple. I vainly struggled to get out of his grasp. I felt his lips on my back as he smiled,

"Let them. I don't care!"

"I do!" I hissed through my brush, "I don't want people connecting me and my son with you."

His grip loosened the moment he heard me. I quickly moved his hand and turned. He was silently looking at me. I gestured him to leave and went to my washroom.

The place he was holding me was still warm. I unconsciously touched my waist. Why does his every touch, every move, every word affect me so much? Was it because he was my bonded Alpha? I shook my head internally. I won't let him sway me. I am no more a carefree teenager. Now, am an adult and a parent. I should act responsibly.

I washed my mouth and face. I took the hand towel from the hanger beside the basin. After drying my face, I turned to go and make breakfast when I saw Robbie standing leaning on the door, crossing his arms, blocking my exit.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, exasperated.

"Can I meet Twen?" he asked, looking at me seriously.

I glared at him, "What did you say?"

"I want to meet him just once," he said.

"Why? Who are you to him that you could demand to meet him?" I seethed in fury.

Robbie hung his head. He was looking half ashamed and half frustrated. I crossed my arms and spoke slowly, putting emphasis on every word,

"I clarified myself yesterday, now leave!"

"What you said yesterday is true. I had the entire night to think, and the more I thought the more I realize how blind and stupid my actions were. I am sorry for being so selfish, but I did not know any other way," he murmured, raising his head, "Whatever I wanted I got in my life and I always took everything for granted. I never cared what the other side wants, as I thought that since I love them, they would be the happiest with me." There was sincerity in his eyes when he said that, "You are completely correct. My love is indeed very selfish."

"What are you getting at?"

"I want to be a better man for you and Twen. I just want to see him once. Couldn't I at least meet him as his dad?"

BANG!

I punched the wall beside me with such force that the vibrations made my shaving kit, body wash, face wash and a few of the other bathroom items behind me drop. Robbie remained unfazed. He simply kept looking at me earnestly with those grey eyes. I looked down not to meet them. I didn't want to take pity on him. I clutched my fist, my blood boiling. How easily...just how easily he called himself Twen's dad!!

"Why? So that he could know how unwanted he was for his so-called dad?" I said in a trembling voice.

I heard footsteps as Robbie came to me. I raised my head to see him standing in front of me. The distance was short enough for me to be able to see a thin line of sweat on his forehead. He said in a regretful voice,

"Tony," he whispered, "I was wrong. I was a desperate teenager back then. I was afraid of my family's reaction. I thought terminating the pregnancy was the only way to avoid trouble. I was foolish to not understand the gravity of my words. I have really never regretted anything more in my life."

I gritted my teeth and looked at him. My eyes swimming in angry tears. This is so inconvenient. Whenever I am too overwhelmed with emotions, my tears would simply start falling. But I held it back with all my will.

"I WAS A TEENAGER TOO! I TOO WAS 17 AND I WAS CARRYING YOUR BABY, DID YOU EVER THINK HOW SCARED I WAS? YOU WERE THE ONLY FAMILY I HAD AT THAT TIME AND YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!!" I bellowed.

I saw the impact of my words on Robbie. His expression looked chagrined and his eyes too filled with a film of tears. I was breathing hard. Those words were all my bitter feelings of that time. It was the hurt and betrayal, I felt because of his words. I suppressed them all when I left. They were now all spilling out because this guy won't stop poking at them. I said in a shaky voice, my words covered in bitterness,

"THAT DAY WHEN WE BONDED, I DID NOT JUST SHARE MYSELF WITH YOU, I SHARED MY TRUST, MY BELIEF, AND MY SELF-RESPECT, AND YOU ABANDONED IT ALL. TWEN NEEDED YOU! I NEEDED YOU!! AND YOU ACTED JUST LIKE MY FAMILY" I was not able to hold my tears any longer as they fell blurring my sight.

In my blurry sight, I saw Robbie's tears rolling down his cheek as well. He put his hand around me, hugging me. He held my head on his shoulder, patting my head. I cried like a child, soaking his expensive shirt in my tears. I heard as he whispered in a broken voice,

"I AM SO SORRY."

All his apologies the past few days had sincerity, but somehow it was missing something. It was missing the remorse for his deed. This time I felt true remorse underneath his broken voiced apology.