Chapter 1; His Report

Chapter 1; His report

Javier stared at his doctor with a dropped jaw as if he had grown two horns on his head, when he heard the news that he couldn't produce a sperm to bear his own child.

Confusion washed over him, evident in his facial expression. The sofa he was sitting on suddenly became uncomfortable, prompting him to stand up and pace around the room, his hands buried in his hair as he tried to process and digest the information calmly yet he was anxious.

Turning towards his doctor, Javier sighed and asked, "What do you mean, Ronnie?" His voice was slow and strained, as he fought to hold back his emotions because he was on the verge of breaking down already.

Ronnie began, "Javier, you know we've been friends since college and I can't lie to—"

"Get to the point," Javier snapped impatiently, glaring at him.

Ronnie blurted out, "You are suffering from erectile dysfunction . I-I mean you're infertile." He quickly looked away, realizing his bluntness.

Javier furrowed his eyebrows, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.

Ronnie met his gaze again and began to explain, "What I meant was that your dick won't react to sexual pleasure ever again. Because your dick is dead." He muttered the last part in a low tune because he didn't want to make it sound offensive.

Tears welled up in Javier's eyes as he tried to digest the disheartened information, but he quickly wiped them away. "Is there any hope? Like any chances to be cured?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Ronnie remained silent for a moment before he slowly shake his head.

"I asked a fucking question!" Javier growled, frustration evident in his voice. He pulled at his hair and slowly sank to the floor.

In concerned, Ronnie rushed towards him and knelt beside him. "It's not the end of the world, Javier. Don't be too hard on yourself. Make sure you take your medication. Maybe, just maybe, there might be some changes." He tried to comfort him with his words.

"I've been taking these same medications for a whole five years but still nothing changed." Javier voiced out in frustration. "What caused this?" Javier asked, his eyes blinking away tears, as he spoke.

Ronnie stood up and walked towards his briefcase, pulling out a white envelope. He returned to Javier and said, "Based on the general scan we conducted, we noticed something—"

Javier's phone vibrated loudly, interrupting Ronnie. He waved his hand, signaling Ronnie to stop talking, and Ronnie understood, leaving the envelope behind as he quickly exited the office.

***

Thirty minutes later, Javier sped into his father's mansion, nearly running over one of the clumsy servants. Fortunately, she managed to get out of the way in time

"You are fired. Get your stinking self out of this mansion." He angrily yelled out from his car window, and the female servants burst into tears and ran off.

Ignoring the garage, he parked his car in the middle of the compound, too angry to care. He stormed into the building and angrily slammed the main door shut, catching his mother's attention. She had been engrossed in whatever she was watching on the TV.

Startled, she turned to face him, with her hand on her chest. "Javier, you scared me!" she snapped. He glared at her for a moment before heading up the stairs to his room.

"You never told me about your date with Olivia. Did everything go well?" she asked, "But why are you home....." her voice trailing off as he walked away.

He abruptly stopped on the fourth step, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger. He turned around to face her, his anger evident in his expression, as he sent her murderous glare.

When she saw how angrily he looked, she quickly covered her mouth with her palm and muttered, "Just as I thought. What was I even thinking?" She probably hadn't expected him to hear it, but he did.

Ignoring her, he turned back around and continued up the stairs until he reached his room. Once inside, he stood still with his gaze wandering around as he searched for something to take his anger out on.

 He was angry at everything happening in his life. Everything was a total mess. After graduating from college, he finally understood the reasons for his sudden change in behavior towards women, which stemmed from an event seven years prior. Just the thought of it made him develop cold feet, as Ronnie's words kept repeating in his head.

His gaze finally landed on the mirror, and without a second thought, he strode across the room, lifted his fist, and threw a powerful punch, shattering the glass on the floor.

Blood dripped from his hand, "Ahh...!" causing him to groan in pain as he cradled his injured hand. He wondered when all the pains he felt inside his heart would end. It was seriously eating him up, not after hearing Ronnie's report which literally worsened everything.

"Why won't Dad leave you alone? You're old enough to make your own decisions," his little sister's voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see her walking into his room, her doll in her lap. Her eyes widened when she saw his bleeding fist.

"Javier, stop hurting yourself when you're angry. You need to see a doctor before your wound gets infected," Fabby said, concern evident in her voice as she moved closer to him.

"What are you doing in my room, Fabby?" He demanded, stopping her in her tracks. He glared down at her, but she simply shrugged her shoulders.

She was one hell of a spoilt kid, who always find it fun to get on the family's nerves, but then Javier is always there to defend her no matter what.

"Dad is back and he's demanding your presence downstairs. I came to inform you! So don't think too high of yourself!" Fabby yelled rudely, glaring back at him as she clenched her Barbie doll to her chest.

"Did you just raise your voice at me, Fabby?" he asked, stepping closer to her to pull her ears.

"Here's a little secret, Javier. Olivia's dad was here, and from the look of things, he seemed very angry before he left. I think it's related to why Dad is demanding your presence," Fabby explained smartly, trying to ignore his previous question—and succeeding—before turning her back and walking out of his room.

Fabby's words made him pause. He quickly wiped the blood from his hands and made his way downstairs to see his father.

***

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, but before he could process what was happening, a strong palm landed on his face, " Ow...!" Causing him to let out a moan of pain. He stared angrily at his father, still holding his hurting cheek.

His gaze then shifted to his mother, who had a shocked expression on her face before she quickly looked away. She was helpless and couldn't stand up against her husband's demands, forcing her son to marry an indecent woman solely for their social status. She was so ashamed of her husband's actions, but yet she had no say.

"Have you not brought enough shame upon me, Javier?!" His father exclaimed furiously, pacing around the large sitting area with his hand on his waist. "Your pictures are all over the news, Javier! Rumors are spreading that the multi-billion dollar player is now gay because of how you humiliated Olivia in front of the whole world. My own son is gay!" He exclaimed, finding it hard to believe.

"Well… they can think whatever they want, do I look like I care?" Javier scoffed, feeling undisturbed about the whole thing.

His Dad turned to him, moving closer, but Javier stood his ground, refusing to retreat. "What happened on the date you and Olivia went for?" His Father demanded, "And if you dare lie to me, Javier, I will slap you again." He threatened.

Javier chuckled softly and defiantly exclaimed, "Go ahead, Father! Give it your best shot!"