I entered the house when I felt a bee sting on my neck. This is what I hate about farms. There are various insects here. I am currently walking right into the door with my hands in my pockets. I looked up and was still amazed by the beauty of the stars. It is definitely a good piece when an artist decides to choose this as a subject. I was so mesmerized by its beauty that I didn’t notice the presence of Polius, who is currently standing by my side doing the same thing. My gaze went to him, and probably my eyes were reflecting confusion. I mean, if he’s here, then he should have made any noise so that I could know that he’s here with me. Not with the trick that he did that my eyes almost plucked out of their place when I saw him.“You’re here.” I said and then looked at the sky again. I thought he wouldn’t answer as it took him a lot of minutes before he said something.“Yeah. Do you like to see stars too?” He asked after he looked at me. I could see that in my peripheral vision.“Hm-m
I didn’t do anything special today. I stayed at home when Celine went out with Polius. She stated that she must go somewhere. I didn’t ask her and just nodded when she went to the room I was in and said that to me. I am all alone in this barn-style house, and I have no one to talk to. I stood up after an hour of staying in one place and started to overthink things. I wish Celine was somewhere safe. I don't want her to be hurt even though I know that she won't be because she’s the most badass woman that I know. I walked and walked inside the house with no means of stopping. I need to do something that will keep me entertained for the moment. I tried to sleep because I lack it, but I couldn’t and it’s frustrating me. No signs of a phone here. I forgot to ask Celine where she put it. After doing 10 laps around the house, I stopped as I was feeling tired and breathless. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water that I got from the fridge. I was thinking if my sister knew ab
Celine and Polius arrived ten minutes after Pauline left the barn. I had a great time with her and I wish that I could talk to her again. She is a nice talk buddy and I’m happy that I met someone like her in this drought land. With the bread in my mouth, I opened the door for the two. I've got this food in the cupboard. I’m not even sure if this is good or not, as I couldn’t see the expiration date. Well, it’s not thrown yet, so I guess this is okay. There is a strange feeling circulating throughout the whole house. They are amusingly quiet, and I’m certain that something happened. Celine purposely made a sound when she put her bag on the table. It seemed heavy and it hurt my ears. I was startled by it, but Polius remained calm. I walked towards Celine’s place and was ready to ask her why she was acting this way when she shouted. “Why did you do that? I had been planning it for weeks and you just ruined it in just a snap! I clearly told you to stay in the car and wait for my signal! W
I’m not sure if Celine is okay at this moment. She brought Polius here, covered with his own blood, in a calm manner. How is she supposed to be calm in this situation? The man you love was bleeding.“Help me, Prince. Let’s get him to the sofa,” Celine said while she was supporting Polius to stand. I don’t know if he was unconscious or not, as his eyes were slightly open. I immediately went to Polius's other side and supported him while walking. He’s heavy, but I didn’t complain as his life is in danger now. We carefully put him on the sofa. I fixed how he was sitting while Celine went to the other room to get something. Maybe it’s first aid. She didn’t take a while and ordered me to get a towel and a basin with water.“Here,” I said, after I got all she needed. I offered her the basin, and she told me to put it on the table, which I obliged.“Do you still need something?” I asked while staring at her. She’s serious and I can’t find any funny reaction in her face. It feels like a wall
After hours of travelling, we arrived in front of the studio. Until now, I couldn’t believe that Celine came back without scratches or bruises. It’s not that I am not happy that she returned safe, it’s just that she went there alone and I’m certain that there were a lot of people there. I didn’t ask her where she came from, as I’m only judging based on what Polius had told me last night. We stayed quiet inside the car. No one dares to speak, and it’s sort of deafening in my ears. Awkwardness can be felt, and it’s something that I can’t avoid. I saw in the mirror that Celine had fixed herself by putting the strands of her hair at the back of her ear before starting a conversation with us two. “I thought you were eager to go home, and yet you’re still here, unmoving.” No word comes after that and silence is back. I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels the discomfort of staying here, but there’s something that stops me from going inside of the studio. I still have questions that ar
I kept running and running. This feels like it happened before when John chased me when I saw him doing something in their room. I didn’t give too much thought to what I was currently feeling as the adrenaline in my body is still high. I need to escape. I’m not ready to die. The whole place looks like a maze, and I’m not sure what path I should take. When I arrived at the front of the intersection, there were three paths, and I had no clue which way would lead to outside. I decided to go to the center and sprint as fast as I could. It’s dark and I can’t see where I am going. Maybe I chose the wrong one. Should I go back and choose either of the two left? But I think I’m already in the middle part of this path and I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back. The truth is, I’m afraid that Mr. Manore is there and will completely out of his madness and do something to me. I was losing hope as I continued strolling, and that hope was lightened when I saw a light coming from one of the doors
Josito Lapoer is the owner, and he’s currently in his 70s. He’s also the first member of the allegiance. He loathed the government as it was the reason he lost his mother and wife. Wait a minute, if he has a wife, then why did she write a love letter to Sarah? I don’t understand. Well, I’m not in the place to judge his love life. I flipped to the next page and I saw a family picture inserted. I picked it up for a closer look. It’s two girls, and I bet the man hugging the woman in front is Josito. I turned the picture over to see its back and saw the names of the people included in the picture. Martina Lapoer, Sarah Lapoer, Josito Lapoer, and Martino Lapoer. The girls looked identical. The older woman looked like Sarah, and the younger one is also Sarah. The resemblance is there, and at one glance, you can tell that they’re related. There is a note in the bottom part of the picture, but I couldn’t understand what it said. It’s in Latin again. It says, "Somos uno y no podemos separarnos
Maybe a lot of you are thinking that my life is a series of déjà vu; nothing’s new and the same nightmares are happening. I don’t want to admit it, but I think you’re all right. From the very beginning, when I left home because I thought they hated me... it was a failure of judgment, a misjudgment that I wish I could turn around and do the right thing by asking them what the reasons for their hatred of me were. Even though I already talked with Papa, I don't think we've already settled the thing going on between us. We're still distant, but I'm happy that we've talked after my disappearance in their lives. I heard the coldness, but still he talked to me without getting mad, and that made me happy. Celine... my gorgeous older sister. I am buoyant that we've already made up. It filled my loneliness for all these days that we'd fought. As expected, she filled in the gaps in my frail heart. It's true that you'll think about the happiest moment in your life when you're at the edge of the r
Knowing all of this was holding my consciousness from waking up. Even though I already knew the issue about my father's buying Mama from the group, I still wasn't expecting that Papa would say that. He's not the type that will admit everything that he's done in the past. He's more than that.Right now, we're here sitting around the table while Mama is preparing everything. She hasn't changed that much; she's still the woman that I left months ago. I smiled at the thought that Papa wouldn't hurt Mama again because he promised me earlier."Is there something wrong, baby?" A hand was placed above mine when my gaze focused on my mother, who was taking care of Papa's food."Nothing... I'm happy, Tads. That everything is in its proper place. I know that... Nevermind, my heart is full of joy now, and I don't want that to change." I smiled after saying it. I don't want to start a conversation about what happened before we went here. My conscience won't be happy if I ruin the mood right now.
After a lot of debating between me and Taddeio, we came to the decision to go to my hometown and talk to my parents. I need to do it for me to live without doubt, fear, and misery."Are you okay?" I looked at the man in front of the steering wheel. He's one of those who stayed in my darkest times. I held his hand above mine and smiled before answering, "I'm okay because you're here with me. Thank you.""What's with you today? Where's my baby? Is this really you, Cai?" I rolled my eyes at him and threw his hand back to him. I know I'm starting to become softer, but I don't think it's a bad idea, right? I mean, we're boyfriends now, and we should do what boyfriends do."Forget about it. Jerk," I said, lowering my voice when saying he's a jerk. There's something in me that doesn't want to call him like that. I mean, I'm quite shy by just thinking that he's my boyfriend and I'm new to this thing."I'm also happy, baby," was blurted out by Taddeio.I didn't mind him and watched the trees
"I clothed you when your father threw you out! You can't do this to me!" I was still in my seat, tied. While Taddeio was threatening Mr. Manore, he's not holding anything now. Maybe he threw it somewhere. "You didn't. I worked hard, Pops. You only helped, and you're not an exemption to the rule. You made it with me, and yet you, yourself, did it. Now, deal with the consequences." The old man was shocked to death when Taddeio aimed to hit him with a hammer. I didn't know where he'd got that, but it stopped in mid air as if Taddeio was controlling his hand not to hit Mr. Manore."I know that you couldn't do it, young man. Our lives have been interconnected ever since you got close to me. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen to me. Believe me, Taddeio, it wasn't my intention to go against your back," Mr. Manore pleaded, his hands clasped and attempting to kneel on one leg. I saw how Taddeio started to bring down the hammer while the landlord was assisting him. "Right, you d
"Are you okay?" I asked Polius when he hadn't moved from his place for quite some time now. Maybe what Celine had said had made a big impact on him. I thought they were okay and saw happiness in his eyes when my half-sister, Celine, confirmed their relationship. "I don't know," he answered and shook his head. "Are you okay with this? All of what's happening now. Are you really a part of the group? Or are you just doing this because of her?" My hand formed a fist and tried to have the rope loosen."Don't ask me like that, Merchaiass. I am doing this because I want to." He's swayed. I'm certain that he is. He doesn't want to do this and was forced to due to my sister's request."Okay, if you say so. But remember this, Polius, regrets come after what you thought would be the best. If your mind tells you that it's wrong, then it is. Our mind serves as the protector and the doer, while the heart is only for pumping, producing, and delivering blood. Nothing more." I remained silent after
My shoulders, which had been deprived by force, went numb when I took all the words that came from my sister's mouth right through my soul. I didn't even realize that I was already tearing up when Celine hadn't wiped my tears. I looked at her and she was doing it too. It's hurting me... It's like a spear that went straight to my heart. The sensation wasn't new, but it was heightened and I couldn't contain it. I need to let it out, scream, and divert my attention for me to be okay. Right now, I am not thinking straight and I could hurt someone that'll block my way. My momma was my life. I remembered everything about my accident, and she's the one I contacted and told everything about it. We were talking like prisoners, as my father wouldn't stay put if he discovered that mom and I still had communication. When I called him that night to ask about my accident, I assumed we were already fine, but we weren't.never be. My mother told me that she was physically abused by my father every ti
The wind is hustling, yet the sun can burn your skin. The mild sound of the waves hitting each other relaxes my brain. The ocean is clear, as is the sky. The clouds were smiling and making sure that the weather would be fine. The sand touching my legs gives me comfort that I never knew would be there. It's been what? Six years? Yes, it's been six years since what happened to me, to Dos, and Taddeio. He helped to move on from things that happened in the past. It's not easy, but Taddeio didn't give up. He made sure that I was alright all the time. He put me first before himself. When we first came here, I was distant—to everyone. I don't know, maybe I needed to take a break from them. Or from myself. Celine and Polius were here for the first two months, and they went back when Polius had to report to his station. And to answer the question, yes, Polius came back as a police officer after taking a year's break because of my sister. For the past years, I hadn't had a normal conversation w
"Stop what you are doing now, Triplets." The coldness in the voice of Taddeio can make a person gasp for air. "And why would we, Taddeio? Please give us a reason." Josef said, while his hands that were keeping my fingers up seemed to be restless. He was afraid and tried to cover it up with his normal voice. He's not stuttering, but his body reacted otherwise. He's afraid of Taddeio."Because I said so." Taddeio answered shortly. He looked at me with his sympathetic eyes and asked if I was okay. I gently nodded and smiled at him. He averted his gaze and stopped at Josef. The whole room was silent and no one dared to speak. It was broken when Hector stepped in and said something to Taddeio."You're afraid... that we'll do something to your lover.""I wasn't, Hector. Because I know he's not a softy just like you've known him. My baby has been a fighter since he was born." I don't know why my eyes are starting to be teary, but I stopped them from falling."Oh, is he? Are you?" Hector sa
We were here for how much longer we'd known. There's no sort of time indicator located in this room, and we don't have any phones to check, nor can we check it. We were tied and we looked like sinners that were awaiting their punishments. We spent minutes, maybe hours, trying to get the rope out of our bodies, but it was tied impermeable. We lose hope after doing our all just to break free. My eyes had incidentally gone to Dos, the real Dos or Paula, who was sitting next to me. She seemed to be having deep thoughts. Our eyes met when she turned to me. The difference was that her face had lit up. "Dos..." I called her. "Hmm?" She hummed and smiled at me. How can she smile at a time like this?"Is... is Violet your real mother? And Sarah is your real grandmother?" I don't know if I asked something right, but I want a clarification even though I've already heard it when they had their confrontation."Sadly, yes, Merch. I thought she was a hostage of Raphael, and I confirmed it to him.
I thought everything would be fine when Dos and I successfully went out of the room, but what was awaiting us was worse than I expected. Life is truly a series of unexpected events; everything has a reason, and you can't stop it from happening. What is meant to happen will happen, and everything that you'll do to not let it occur will be merely a tiny waste when destiny is involved. Playing our lives is what makes her happy. Seeing our pain intrigues her desire to continue doing what she's currently doing. She loves to torture us with her different schemes. She lets us be happy for a moment, then it will all vanish and be replaced by sadness. I don't want it to happen anymore. I am tired and wrongly used by destiny's power to overrule our lives. We are the creators of our destiny and are not controlled by it. Unless you change and nurture your beliefs, change won't come and your life will forever be ruined. We are stuck on the first floor, and even though we are on our fifth attempt