Dinaluhan ko ang nakahandusay sa sahig na si Calter. Hindi siya gumagalaw. Nakatulala lang ang kaniyang mga mata. He's still attach to his chair, pero nagawa kong itayo siya ng maayos. Pagod na hinayaan kong bumagsak sa sahig ang katawan pagkatapos ibigay ang buong lakas sa pagbuhat sa kaniya patayo.
While panting, I gaze at him. He's blankly staring at a blank space. There's blood dripping from his nose and he just vomited blood when he was lying on the floor. Nadagdagan din ang mga sugat niya sa mukha.
He looks awful and pitiful. There's part of me wanting him to be free from here but I couldn't. I know I couldn't.
He's an enemy. Tama lang na nangyayari sa kaniya lahat ng ito. Sa huli mamamatay rin naman siya kasama ng mga magulang niya. Ang nararamdaman ko... wala lang ito. Awa lang panigurado.
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Hatred, despise, loath and wrath shaped me to a person who I am today. The agony, trauma, stress and homesickness are all I've been through in the past. But there's still part of me that wants to go home. I guess, I will always long for it: going home to our mansion where my dad sings me to sleep and my mom kisses me good night; and where Arissa tags me whenever I ruined her dollhouse. Those are happy memories that fortified my bad blood. And I will never be home again. The mansion feels empty now. It doesn't feels like home anymore. Matagal kong hinintay na dumating ang araw na makikita ko sila at mamamatay sa mga kamay ko. Ang pamilyang Spencer... they will root in hell! Even if they die, they will forever leave a mark on my soul. The wound that they created in me that will never be healed. The half of my soul already died together with my family. It lies beside their grave. "They're here," Catleya announced while peeping through the binoculars.
Natulala ako sa kaniya habang paulit-ulit sa utak ko ang mga narinig. Pinipiga ko kada isang salita na parang bobo dahil nahihirapan pa akong intindihinin iyon. Hati ang kagustuhan ko sa narinig. I want to discard what was heard but there's part of me that wants to believe it.Jinx is just bluffing. Yeah. She's too angry for losing Megan that's why she's blaming me.Tanggap ko na sinisisi niya ako. I'm guilty about it. Para sa akin naman talaga ang lahat ng ito. We are doing this to acquire justice for my family's death. Ako ang dahilan. Hindi ako magrereklamo kung sa akin niya isisi ang pagkamatay ni Megan. I don't care if she'll remain angry or loath me forever. I won't associate with her anymore.Pero ang sinabi niya... bakit ganoon ang lumabas sa bibig niya?Tinawid ni Alice ang distansiya papunta kay Jinx. She grabs her jaw, "Are you insane?!" she yelled.The way she reacts gives me another strike of atomic bomb i
Natulala ako kay Uncle na ngayon ay nakabagsak na sa upuan. He was shot by Calter. I can't believe he just did that. Hindi ko alam kung dapat ba akong maawa kay Uncle. O dapat ko pa ba siyang tawaging Uncle after those revelations. He didn't tell the truth directly but according to him, I was an unwanted child. Kung ganoon, kinuha nila ako dahil ayaw ni Veniva Herism sa akin... bilang anak niya? I jolted when someone pulled my arm. Natagpuan ko si Calter na hinihinila ako palabas nitong van. Hindi ko napansin na nakaikot na pala siya sa pagiging tutok ko kay Uncle. "Get off of me!" I shouted when he's harshly pulling me out. His jaw moved. I saw his eyes in pitch black. Talagang ipinapakita niyang galit siya. He continue pulling me until I was out of the van. May dumating na itim na van at huminto iyon sa harapan namin. Bumukas ang pinto at niluwa noon si Mrs. Herism, followed by some men in black. Nagkalat ang mga tauhan nila sa pal
I froze, he slowly looked up at me and found my eyes widening. His voice sounds so manly when he said that. Ang una at huling rinig ko sa kaniya na nagtagalog ay iyong pagpunta ko sa mansion nila. That was it. "Please, Alora. I'll take good care of you," he softly said. Para bang nakasalalay sa pagsama ko sa kanila ang buhay niya. I pull my hands out of his hold. Disgusted. "Are you nuts? I'm independent. I can take care of myself!" "H-Hija." Lumapit si Veniva sa dereksyon namin pero pinanatili pa rin ang ilang hakbang distansiya. "Ahm... W-We can at least give you bodyguards so we can be slightly unperturbed," hinihimas-himas niya ang likod ng nakabilog niyang kamay. Bodyguards? Talaga bang hindi nila ako patatahimikin? "I don't need them. Just refrain yourselves from meddling with my life and I'll be grateful for that!" Yumuko ang ginang habang si Calter naman ay muling inabot ako, pero iniwas ko ang sarili. He should be out of this place now. He's bloody and weak as he ba
Ilang sandali lang ng matanaw ko ang papalapit na bus. Pinara ko iyon. I looked for an empty seat but there's none. I gazed at the driver and the guy who has a lot of paper money folded between his fingers. He's standing and hanging on the bar attached to the ceiling. Ginaya ko lang ang ginawa niya. Tumayo ako sa pasilyo. Maya-maya pa, nilapitan niya ako. "Saan ka bababa, miss?" Saan ako bababa? Do I have to say that? "Diyan lang." Kumunot ang kaniyang noo. "Saang diyan lang?" He's holding a thing that looks like a ticket. Mukha na siyang nasa 40 years old. Bakit ba tinatanong pa niya? "Leave me alone." Mariing sinabi ko. Nanlaki ang kaniyang mga mata. "T-Teka. Pers taym mo ba sumakay? Mukhang mayaman ka, ah." Tiningnan niya ako mula ulo hanggang paa. "Sabihin mo kung saan ka bababa para masingil kita ng pamasahe mo." Hindi ko pinahalata ang kaunting kaba. "Bababa ako sa dulo nitong biyahe." Kahit hindi ko alam kung saan papunta ito. "120 kung sa terminal ka bababa." Nasabi
Si Veniva Herism. Kung totoo man iyong sinabi ni Uncle Greg na: I'm an unwanted child for them and they left me on the hospital bed right when I was born, hindi ko na alam. Parang latay ng latigo na nagmarka iyon sa isipan ko. Iyon lang ang latay na tatagal kahit dumaan pa ang ilang taon. If those were true, then what kind of bullshit was she acting so worried about me earlier? She wants me to come with them to secure my safety. Calter wants it too. Their men didn't shoot me at the rooftop. Does it mean she ordered it? Alam ba ng organization nila na anak niya ako? Then why Calter seems unaware? O baka alam niya? Lahat ng pinakita niya sa akin kanina, pag-aalala lang ng isang kapatid? I pulled a tissue paper and patted my face dry. Kung totoong magkapatid kami, na siyang pinaniniwalaan ko na, then there's no room for his romantic feelings for me. "Ang tagal mo ah." Naabutan ko si Deven na nasa table na. Napuno ang pang-isahang lamesa ng mga in-order niya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit gi
"Hindi ka talaga titigil? Gusto mong masaktan?!" "Isusumbong kita kay Lola! Lagi mo na lang akong pinapagalitan! Masama kang babae ka!" Kumaripas na siya sa pagtakbo pauwi sa bahay matapos niya akong singhalan. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. Hinarap ko ang batang lalaki na inaway niya. Umuusok pa rin ang ilong nito habang nakatanaw sa palayo na si Bigoy. Dumating ako rito sa pilapil para pauwiin na si Bigoy para sa tanghalian pero ito ang naabutan ko. Tinulak niya ang batang ito kaya napuno tuloy ng putik ang pang-upo. Yumuko ako para pantayan siya at hinawakan ang mga kamao niyang nakabilog. "Pasensya ka na sa ginawa ni Bigoy sa iyo, ha. Pagagalitan ko siya, huwag kang mag-alala." Hindi niya ako pinansin. Nakatanaw pa rin siya kay Bigoy. Masama ang tingin. "Ate..." Nilingon ko ang batang babae na nasa gilid. Yakap niya ang isang bangka na gawa sa kahoy. "Siya naman po talaga ang umaway kay Bigoy. Siya po ta
Piniringan ko si Tita Serya. "Jusmeyo! Mapapaaga ang libing ko!" sigaw niya habang bumababa kami sa hagdan na gawa sa hard wood. Ancestral house daw ito sabi ni Tito Totie sa akin. Gawa sa kahoy ang buong bahay at hindi na nila ginawang concrete o kahit modern man lang ang hitsura kahit pa may budget naman. They really want to preserve the original style of this house. Nakahanda na ang lahat sa labas. Doon nilagay ang reception sa malawak na hardin. Nandoon na rin ang mga bisita. Ang birthday celebrant na lang ang kulang. Aling Marissa is waiting at the door frame leading outside. Ngumiti siya nang makita ang matanda at sumalubong na para umalalay rin. "Happy Birthday po, Manang Serya," bati niya. Nang makarating kami sa garden, tanaw ko na kung gaano karami ang mga bisita roon. Ganito na rin ang nangyari last year pero mas marami lang ang bisita ngayon. Lahat sila ay nakangiti at tahimik lamang habang nakatanaw sa celebrant na hawak ko.
It's been a week since I came here and started living with them. They've showed me around the Vantablack Headquarters and introduced me to everyone. Natawagan ko na rin sina Tita Serya at Tito Totie para ipaalam ang kalagayan ko rito. "Tinatanong nina Tita Serya kung kailan ako uuwi roon. Gusto ko sanang bukas na," pagpapaalam ko habang sabay kaming nag-uumagahan. "Uuwi roon? Isn't this your home now? Dito ka na uuwi," Dad corrected me. I got stunned for a sec. Yeah. I forgot. It is. Dito na siya tumutuloy pagkatapos ng una naming pagkikita. We spent most of our time together, as a whole family-- talking while sipping tea, talking about our lives, roaming around the bunker and teaching me this and that. It's been a week but everytime I go to bed, I wonder how fast my life turned out. Para bang pumikit lang ako saglit, nandito na ako sa puder nila. I still have questions unanswered but maybe there has time for that. I'm enjoying the moment I have right now. With them. I do hav
I feel like it would be so awkward if I start calling them Mom and Dad. I'm still not used to them, though. Kagabi lang kami nagkalapit ng sariling ina. Paniwala naman ako na biological parents ko nga sila dahil sa mga rasong inihain na sa akin. I'm already 20. Still young but already old to spot the truth of this drama that has been running for almost 3 years. I watch my mom who's busy talking to me but I can't hear her clearly because I'm not paying attention. We're now here in their office, the higher ups office. Simpleng kwarto lang ito na may malaking curved table. Sa lamesa, may limang computers at swivel chairs. Sa harap naman ng mga ito ay may malaking nakapatay na screen. I'm sitting on one of the chairs. Calter is occupying the other seat, one block away from me while Mom is standing in front of us, talking. Saka lang nahinto ang ina nang may kumatok sa pinto. Napunta roon ang atensyon namin. Bumukas ito at pumasok ang isang lalaki. He stopped at the frame and bowed his h
All this time, akala ko hindi niya alam. I thought he wasn't aware that I was really the person he was talking with at the Halloween Party. Hindi na ako pinatulog kakaisip noon kagabi. I was asking myself, like how did he found it out? Tulog siya nang pumasok ako sa van nang mahuli siya ng organisasyon. He's asleep for the whole time until he was locked in the empty room. Nahalata niya ba ako sa naging costume ko? Covered ng make up ang mukha ko noon! Heavy make up! Hindi kaya'y nakilala niya ako sa boses? So he intentionally made a confession because he knows that he's literally talking to me? Nagkunwari lang siyang hindi niya ako kilala. Bakit pa? Para hindi masyadong nakakahiya sa part niya? Sa pag-amin pa lang, bawas na ang angas niya. Pero bakit naman siya magsasabi ng sekreto niya sa hindi niya kilala? Bakit ngayon ko lang na-realize ito? Alam ng buong Herism kung gaano siya kailap. He sticks with his circle of friends and never did talked to anyone else. Hindi ko pa siya nakit
Parang kailan lang nang una akong tumapak sa Herism Academy. I remember how full of wrath I was. I was eaten by my vengeful demon that all I felt was resentment towards my biological parents. I've even created a fantasizing scene in my head that I am washing my hands with their fresh blood like a total psychopath. It's been 2 years and those memories are still vivid as if it's just a day passed by. Wala akong nakitang butas sa relasyon ko sa mga Steppingstone noon na makakapagsabi sa akin na ampon lang ako. Kahit si Uncle na lang ang nandyan para sa akin noon, I never felt neglected. He may seem like a prison guard on how strict he is but there are still times when he is calm and loose. The last time we got apart was during the battle we had against the assassins in Manila Port. He got shot by Calter that time and I don't know if he's still alive. Robert Spencer got shot as well and I had never picked up rumor about them again since I ran away. "Can I kiss you good night?" pansin ko a
When I was a kid, I never had any bad memories with Mom and Dad. They never hurt me when they had to discipline me. They were supportive. They always make sure I'm okay, happy. I never felt out of their blood, that I am adopted because they never treat me differently. They showered me with all their love that's why it's hard for me to distinguish the truth behind all of these. Tanggap ko na sa sarili ko na ampon nga ako... pero ang hirap! Tinanim ni Uncle Greg sa isipan ko na ang mga Spencer ang masama. Sila ang pumatay sa kinalakihan kong magulang. Oo't sila nga... but is it worth it to hate them? Sabi nga ni Mrs. Veniva, kinuha nila ako noong sanggol pa. Hindi sarado ang utak ko para hindi maintindihan ang pakiramdam ng isang ina na mawalan ng anak. I just can't believe that the real monsters in this story are the Steppingstones, the family I grew up with. "Get the brown envelope in the drawer, Calter," she ordered him. Sumunod naman si Calter at pumunta doon sa desk hindi kalayua
I lived my life as a teenage girl running in the track like a horse trained to race. I ran away when the table turned and found out, in the end, I was the one who got fooled by those people around me. Now, I am coming back. Faces I'd wish I will never get to see again are all plastered in front of me. I guess, running away from the reality of my life is a race I will never win. Alice's face flashed on my mind. Her eyes. The way she gaze at me feels like she saw a long lost bestfriend. I don't know. The emotions of her eyes are sometimes misleading. However, I wonder why she was stunned at that moment. She should've called for backup to catch me but she chose to remain standing while staring at me. Is she with Jinx that time? "Hija!" Napatingin ako kay Veniva Herism. She rushed towards us with open arms. Emotional siyang nakatingin sa akin at kinulong ako ng yakap pagkalapit. Kumunot ang noo ko at hindi nakagalaw sa kinatatayuan. Ang mga braso ko kasi, nakapaloob sa yakap niya. Hindi
Bumagabag sa akin ang huling sinabi niya sa gabing iyon. Criella Herism Spencer. Tinawag niya ako sa ganoong pangalan. Anong ibig sabihin noon? 'Yon ba talaga ang tunay kong pangalan... bago pa ako mapunta sa kamay ng Steppingstone at pinangalanang Alora? My mind was filled with questions I hardly seek for an answer. I was just holding to my what ifs, insticts and theories. There's no definite answers. Maybe Calter was right. I really need to talk to Veniva Herism. Ako na ang umalis sa sarili kong kwarto para lumipat sa kuwarto ni Calter. Sakanya na iyong basang kama. Kaya naman na siguro niyang asikasuhin ang sarili dahil hindi naman siya mukhang nasaktan noong biglaan siyang umupo para makalapit sa akin. Naalala ko ang hitsura niya noong ipinirmi niya ako sa kinatatayuan. Madilim, maingay ang lagaslas ng ulan at maya't maya ang pangingidlat pero sa gabing iyon, mas nangibabaw ang ingay ng tibok ng puso ko. It may sound romantic and a bit corny but that's what I really felt during
Calter kept refusing to stand up and go to his room. He didn't want me to call for help neither. Nangingiti pa siya habang ako halos malagutan na ng hininga. His blood literally flows down onto the floor and he's still acting cool! Naihilamos ko na lang ang palad habang tinitingnan siya. Gising siya pero nakapikit lang. Nakangiti kasi ang gago. "Please.... put a pressure on my wounds before... I completely lost my blood," he said in a hoarse voice. Napairap ako. Sinarado ko ang pinto. Pumwesto ako sa kaniyang uluhan. Pinailalim ang mga kamay sa likod ng balikat niya at buong lakas na hinila siya papunta sa gilid ng kama. Nasa sahig pa rin siya dahil nga basa. I don't want him to wet my bed. Napalunok ako saka lumuhod sa gilid niya. Hinawi ko ang kaniyang itim na t-shirt pataas. He slowly lifted his hand so I saw a large cut on his left kidney part. Mukhang daplis lang pero mahaba at medyo malalim. Rinig ko ang mabigat na hininga niya. Halatang nasasaktan pero sinusubukang itago. A
Calter really had the nerves to rent a room here. Hindi naman talaga nagpapaupa sina Tita pero nang sabihin ni Calter na mag-a-advance payment na siya ng tatlong buwan, sumang-ayon na kaagad ang matanda. Alam ko kung anong dahilan ng pagpayag niya. Delay na kasi ang sweldo ng mga trabahador kaya ang ibabayad ni Calter ang siyang ipapasweldo niya. Gusto ko pang hilain si Calter noon paalis sa hapagkainan para sana kausapin. 3 months, really? Parang naglalaro lang siya ng bahay-bahayan! "Ayan! Look! Ang pretty mo talaga! Wagi na tayo!" tili ni Jade matapos niya akong ma-make up-an. Nakadikit ang pisngi niya sa pisngi ko habang nakaharap kami sa salamin. Ilang beses ko nang naisip na umatras na lang sa pagsali. Hindi ko naman kasi talaga gusto 'to. However, the situation really pushes me to continue it. Deven is still out of reach. Tito's maintenance are running out and he needs a wheelchair so he can go out of the house. Suot ang dress para sa unang round ng contest, lumabas na kami