Twen's POV
I was in kindergarten when I first realized that my mommy was not like other mommies. He was a man, not a woman. I never thought much of it until some of my friends told me that they don't want to play with me because their mommies have asked them to. I felt very upset. I didn't know what I did wrong but when I told my mommy about it, he looked so sad. He held me in his arms and said sorry to me so many times. I don't know why. Why was mommy sorry? My mommy never said bad words about other mothers, but they constantly speak bad things about him, and he was always the one who apologized.
When I was in first grade, I asked mommy why was he not the same as other mommies. He kissed my forehead and told me that he wished to be like other mommies just so that I don't have to go through any problems. I don't know what he means. What problems? Did I do something wrong? Am I a bad kid?
It was in the second grade when I heard something strange. A girl in my class told me my mommy was Omega and he was dirty because he was a man. I don't get it at all. Why was mommy dirty just because he is a man? I am a boy too and there are so many boys in the class, are all of them dirty?
Today, a boy from another class came and threw a banana on my head during break time. He and I fought over it. We hit each other and both got hurt. I was stronger than him so he lost but then, he got very angry at me and started saying bad things about mommy. Telling me that I was a dirty kid because my mommy was a man. He said man doesn't give birth but my mommy can because he is an Omega. Is it really true? I don't know!! Whether my mommy is a man or an Omega, I don't care. If mommy was not able to give birth then wouldn't I have never been born? They are all so mean. It bothers me that so many boys and girls around me only speak ill of my mom despite the fact that I have never spoken ill of their moms.
I got so many marks on my cheek, hands, and legs. Mommy would definitely be angry. He doesn't like me getting hurt. I hope mommy doesn't get too upset. I was standing outside the school gate and waiting for Uncle Sam to pick me. It was already late. Will he not come? Mommy told me to wait inside the school if Uncle Sam was late, so I went to the guard uncle and told him,
"Guard uncle, can I seat inside the school. Uncle Sam has still not come"
"Sure sure. Come with me" the guard uncle said.
Guard held my hand and took me to the bench near the school garden and asked me to wait there. It was so boring to wait. I wish Goldilocks was with me. He has such pretty wing-like fins. If only I wonder if I had wings on my feet would have run faster? I looked towards the school ground. It was looking so good with all the grasses cut off. It made me want to run. Running makes me feel so happy.
It made me remember the sports day. Mommy was so happy that day. He took so many photos of mine and cheered me so loudly. No mommy did that, it was only my mommy. He is the best! He put all the photos of my winning medal in the album. I hate it that mommy only keeps my photo. He never keeps his. He says that the album is my childhood memory collection. What is that mean?
"Kiddo, your guardian has come. Quickly come here" the guard uncle called me after some time.
Finally, Uncle Sam is here!! Aunty Jenny must be waiting for me. I got down from the bench and ran to the gate but I couldn't see Uncle Sam. Where did he go? I looked at guard uncle,
"Guard Uncle, where is Uncle Sam?"
"I am picking you up today"
I looked to see an old tall man talking. I didn't know this man. He was wearing such a fancy dress and there was such a big car behind him. Mommy told me not to talk to strangers. So, I told the old uncle who came,
"I don't know you. Mommy told me not to go with strangers"
"I am not a stranger little one," the old man said smiling at me widely.
He had such scary eyes. He was staring at me in a very strange way. I do not like him. He was so scary. He came closer to me and patted my head. I moved his hand away and stepped back.
"Who are you, Uncle? You said you are not a stranger but I have never met you!"
"True, you haven't. Even, this is also my first time meeting you, little Twen. I am your grandfather"
I looked at the old uncle angrily. He was lying. My mommy told me that his mommy daddy doesn't live in this city. He was thinking I don't know anything. He is a bad man.
"You are lying. My mom's daddy doesn't stay in here" I said stepping back.
The old man laughed. He looked at me again with those scary eyes. He kept smiling at me in a weird manner and said through his laugh,
"Who said I am your mommy's dad? I am your dad's dad!"
Since, it's from a child's perspective, the English is a bit off. I hope you will understand.
Thank you! ❤️❤️
Robbie and I jumped out of the car and rushed through the stairs to Sam's apartment. I anxiously rang the bell while Robbie stood beside me, looking very pale. The door was opened almost immediately, making us come face to face with Sam. I held his shoulder and almost yelled in a trembling voice,
"Sam, my Tw-"
"He is fine," Sam replied with a soothing hand on my arms.
He looked at Robbie and greeted him rather stiffly. I was not in the right mind to see their exchange and interrupted them with an urgent tone,
"B-But you said you couldn-"
"I found him but-"
My heart which was about to calm down, began to race again, "But what?"
"I think you should come in and speak to him yourself. Uhmm Mr. Walker, I think you should as well," Sam spoke in a curt tone and gave a strange look towards Robbie.
Though I found it weird that he invited Robbie in, I wanted to meet Twen first, so I paid no heed. I barged in, looking a little dishevelled, and saw Twen sitting with Jenny looking lost in thoughts. He had a few scratches and cuts on his face, but otherwise, he looked fine. I hurried to him and took him in my arms, almost crying, I asked,
"Twen, where were you? Why did you run off? Have I not told you to wait by the school gate if Sam is late?" I pulled back and looked at his face. Seeing the scratches and cuts, I asked in a worried voice, "A-And what are these cuts? Did someone hurt you?"
Twen looked at me, blinking blankly, before looking behind me towards Robbie and Sam. I was about to ask what had happened when he suddenly asked me in a strange tone,
"Mommy, who is my dad?"
My mouth fell open in slight shock. This was the first time since his kindergarten that he asked me this question. I looked at Jenny, who was avoiding my eyes, and then looked back at Robbie, who had the same expression as me. I looked at Twen and saw him quietly staring at me.
Why was Twen suddenly asking me such a question? All these years, he had never asked me about Robbie. So, why now?
My voice trembled as I asked, "Wh-why do you want to know your dad?"
"Is it true that you do not want me and dad to meet?" Twen answered my question with another surprising question.
"Twen, what are you-"
"Mommy, is it really true? Did dad always want to meet me, and you did not let him?" Twen's voice was breaking as he asked me.
"NO!"
Robbie answered. Twen's eyes shifted from me towards Robbie. After a minute of staring at him, his wide questioning eyes suddenly narrowed,
"You- aren't you the one who made Mommy cry?"
Robbie's expression immediately became rigid, and he couldn't answer. I looked at Sam, not sure what was going on. Sam nodded before gesturing to Jenny. Jenny gave a slight nod and took Twen away. Twen was extremely reluctant to leave. He clearly wanted the answers to his questions. I got up, feeling my stomach squeezing. I wondered what suddenly sparked the curiosity in Twen. How come in a matter of few hours, Twen developed an interest in his dad? Was it someone from the school?
Robbie and I took seats on the sofa as Sam went to prepare some drinks. I recalled the events that took place this afternoon, wondering how such a turn took place.
Robbie and I had finished our lunch and were talking to Fred. Fred handed me running shoes for Twen, saying that they promised to compete this weekend. He wanted Twen to get used to the shoes and was looking forward to spending the weekend with Twen. I was also very happy to learn about it and thought it might be a good opportunity for Twen to get over his insecurities.
However, when I looked at Robbie, I felt a slight pang of guilt. He had a sour expression on his face tinged with longing. I had forbidden him to meet Twen as I did not see the change I wanted to, in Robbie. I was also worried that Twen would learn his true identity and might not be mentally prepared for it. I could see that Robbie was really trying, and yet he has not met Twen even once. Even if he wanted to, his overwhelming schedule was not allowing him. I made a mental note that next month I will make an appointment so that Twen can formally meet him.
However, before I could finish making a mental note, I suddenly got a call from Sam. He sounded extremely anxious, asking me if I picked Twen up. I had not, so I instantly got anxious about Twen's whereabouts. Sam told me that he would ask the school guard and look around before disconnecting the call. Both Robbie and Fred heard our conversation. Robbie's face lost all color while Fred's eyes widened in concern. Both of them wanted to come, but I stopped Fred as he was in the middle of his work. I told him that if there is a need, I will call him. While Robbie did not wait for me to stop him, instead, he held my hand and walked right out of the restaurant to the car parking area.
Clink!
Sam placed two glasses of pomegranate juice before us and took his seat. He made tea for himself. After a long pause, Sam finally said,
"The chairman visited the school today and met Twen."
The glass in Robbie's hand slipped, breaking into several pieces while my entire body went cold and numb.
Does the Chairman know about Twen?
I caught a glimpse of Robbie, whose perfect features were so distorted that it looked as if he had just witnessed a horrifying murder. He exclaimed in utter shock, "Dad met Twen!!"
To my surprise, Sam, who had donned a stiff and gloomy attitude towards Robbie, showed clear astonishment on his face. He asked in a somewhat dubious tone,
"Mr. Walker, were you not aware that the Chairman knows about the relationship between you and Tony?"
Robbie's expression was enough to tell that he had no idea. My breathing got short as I understood why Twen had a sudden change. I asked in a hurry,
"What conversation did Twen and Mr. Walker have?"
"I am just as clueless as you are. When I found Twen, the chairman was leaving. After I picked him up, he asked me if I knew his dad. In the 4 years that I have known Twen, he never spoke of his dad, so I was unpleasantly surprised," Sam ended with a sigh.
"How could dad know?" Robbie mumbled beside me. He looked at me and spoke as if answering his own question, "Could it be the rumors?"
I put my head in both my hands, my mind in turmoil. Manipulating and brainwashing kids is easy. I am not sure what conversation the chairman had with Twen, but from his questions, I was sure it was nothing good. Robbie, who still seemed flustered, became more and more serious. Sam spoke again,
"Mr. Walker, I advise you to take the issue seriously. You are Twen's dad, and your interest in Tony might have been the reason for today's incident. If you wish for the Chairman to not cause any problems for Tony and your son, you have to take responsibility for both of them."
Robbie slowly looked up at him and his lips trembled as he opened his mouth to speak when a high-pitched curious tone interrupted,
"Are you my dad?"
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