FORBIDDEN DESIRE
Forbidden Desire – Episode 13
Tags; Love, friendship, drama , thrilling.
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Susan stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. She neither pushed Jimmy away nor responded; instead, she remained suspended in shock. Jimmy held his breath, his lips lingering softly on hers, aware that he had crossed an invisible boundary, yet unable to suppress his feelings.
As Susan wrestled with the aftermath of the kiss, Jimmy slowly withdrew, his gaze locked on her.
“Aunt Susan… I…” he began, but his words were met with a sharp slap across his face.
“Jimmy!” she cried, tears brimming in her eyes, trembling with an internal storm.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Susan,” he murmured, his own eyes glistening with the threat of tears as he lowered his head. “You have every right to hit me as much as you wish. I don’t regret what I did earlier because I can no longer hide my feelings.” He sniffed, raising his gaze to meet hers. “I regret that it happened, but I fought so hard to suppress what I truly feel for you. Avoiding you only deepened my emotions.”
“Jimmy, you…”
“You must listen to me,” he interrupted. “I know you see me as a son, having watched me grow, but the truth is, I have fallen hopelessly in love with you.”
“Jimmy, no!” she shouted.
“It’s the truth,” he insisted.
“Stop!” she spat, pushing herself away from him. “Are you out of your mind? What has come over you? What’s going on in that head of yours? Please, tell me this is just a joke.”
“It’s not! I love you, Aunt Susan, not as a son, but in a way that runs deeper than that. I can’t help it.”
“Jimmy, stop…”
“I can’t stop!” he cried, wiping his tears. “I can’t control my feelings anymore; you occupy my thoughts, and I can’t think straight.”
“Stop…”
“I’ve tried to rein it in, but it won’t…”
“Jimmy!” she shouted again, delivering another slap, leaving the onlookers in stunned silence. “Please, stop! Have you forgotten that I’m your mother’s best friend? We’re practically family. I know you’re confused and overwhelmed; you’re not thinking clearly.”
“I am thinking clearly.”
“You’re not. It would be best to cast aside these feelings. You’re still young and full of life. I love you as my son, but you’re just confused. I advise you to go home, take a cool shower, and sleep. Tomorrow, everything will seem better, okay?” She spoke calmly, turning to leave when Jimmy suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, sobbing.
“Please, Aunt Susan, I’m not confused. I mean every word I said, please.” He felt her push him away forcefully, a frown etched on her face.
“Stop and don’t follow me. If you continue this way, you won’t like me at all. Don’t make me hate you, and let’s pretend this never happened.” With that, she walked away without looking back.
Jimmy stood there, devastated and heartbroken, sinking to his knees as quiet sobs wracked his body, his face bowed to the ground. His friends emerged from their hiding places, moving to console him, but Taylor, unable to bear the sight any longer, wiped her tears and stormed off with her friends.
Susan slipped into her car, releasing a deep sigh as she sought to erase the memories.
“Don’t dwell on it, Susan. It’s probably just his imagination; he’s confused and doesn’t really understand what’s happening. By tomorrow, he’ll have regained his senses,” she murmured, turning the key in the ignition and pulling away into the glow of the streetlights.
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The following morning, Susan jolted awake, haunted by the confessions shared with Jimmy. She exhaled heavily, her gaze landing on the wall clock, signaling it was time to prepare for work.
“This never happened, Susan. Jimmy could never entertain such forbidden thoughts,” she reassured herself as she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.
An hour later, fully dressed for the day, she descended the stairs and approached the front door. As she opened it, she was taken aback by the sight of Jimmy, slumped against the door, lost in sleep. Questions swirled in her mind—how had he ended up here? Had he spent the night?
As if sensing her presence, Jimmy stirred awake, blinking against the harsh sunlight. Slowly, he focused on the figure beside him, and his eyes widened as they met Susan’s face.
“Aunt Susan,” he called out, scrambling to his feet.
“Jimmy, what are you doing here? Please tell me you didn’t spend the night,” she admonished.
“I did. I tried calling you last night, but you didn’t answer,” he replied, and Susan sighed in resignation. “Aunt Susan, about last night…”
“It was all a misunderstanding; you were completely confused, right?” she interjected, cutting him off.
“No, it’s not. Everything I said was true, and I was in my right mind,” he insisted, weariness creeping into her expression.
“Jimmy, please, just go home.”
“I don’t—”
“It’s an order!” she snapped, her voice rising. “I never want to see you around my house or anywhere near me again. What you hope for will never happen.”
“Don’t you feel anything for me?” he implored.
“I don’t! Not now, not ever! You are my son, and that is how it shall remain.”
“But I am not your son, and you are not my mother either,” he replied, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “Stop treating me like a child; I’m not one.”
“Go home,” she said tersely, turning away to head for her car.
“I won’t stop, Aunt Susan!” he shouted after her. “I will make you see how deeply I truly feel about you.” But Susan ignored him, slipping into her car and driving away, leaving him behind.
*Taylor’s Room*
She stood before the mirror, her reflection a tempest of anger as she clenched her fists.
“I won’t allow this. Jimmy is mine, and nothing can change that,” she declared resolutely.
★Greg’s Mansion★
Concern rippled through the gathering as worries mounted over Jimmy, who had not returned home the previous night, his phone unreachable.
“Where could he be?” Mirabel asked, her brow furrowed with anxiety.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and Jimmy stepped inside, a somber shadow enveloping him. All eyes turned toward him in unison.
“Jimmy,” Rachel called softly.
Mirabel rushed to envelop him in a warm embrace, and to everyone’s astonishment, he clung to her, sobbing quietly.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” he wept, prompting the others to join the embrace, their hearts aching for him. “Please, don’t hate me,” he pleaded as they reluctantly pulled apart.
“Why would you think that? I could never hate you,” Mirabel said, tenderly caressing his face.
“What’s going on, son?” Greg asked.
“Did something happen?” Rachel pressed, but Jimmy remained silent, his head bowed, tears streaming quietly.
Minutes later, he lay peacefully in his mother’s lap on the bed, her fingers gently weaving through his hair, while the others encircled him, their faces etched with worry, pondering the turmoil within him.
Meanwhile, in her office, Susan found herself unable to concentrate, Jimmy’s confession echoing relentlessly in her mind. She stood and paced, desperate to shake off the unsettling thoughts.
Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with concern for Jimmy, who stubbornly refused to speak or eat.
“Come on, son, you haven’t had anything all day. You need to eat,” Mirabel urged gently.
“I’m not hungry,” he replied.
“That’s what you’ve been saying for hours. It’s almost dinner time,” Rachel pointed out, but Jimmy simply turned away, prompting deep sighs as they left the room for the living area.
“Mom, is Jimmy angry with us?” John asked, his innocent eyes wide with worry.
“No, sweetie, he’s just not in a good mood,” she reassured him.
“Maybe we should call Taylor; he might open up to her,” Greg suggested.
“I think you’re right,” Mirabel agreed.
“No, Mom, I believe Aunt Susan would be the better choice. He tends to confide in her more. We should inform her about what’s going on,” Rachel interjected thoughtfully.
“Alright, I’ll call her then,” Mirabel said, and they all sighed in unison.
