I’ve been dismissed from the hospital the day after tomorrow, and I was slightly hoping that my days would be better. I don’t know how I will approach the people there after knowing the truth. I may only know a portion of the truth, but I am certain of one thing: my whole experience in the studio will forever change after what happened. I looked at the guy who was currently driving the car that I was in. He has been here by my side throughout the whole two days I was admitted. I'm still hesitant because he might change his mind and sell me to the group. Instead of being broken because of what he did, I might be more broken that he chose to do that in spite of telling me, no, promising me rather that he wouldn't. I don't think I may be ready because of that. I know I underwent different situations where my strength and abilities were put to test. I don't know if I could handle the pain of being stabbed for the second time... and worse, by the guy that I adore."Are you okay? You're qui
I woke up because of the noise coming from outside. I didn’t realize that I dozed-off after my back touched the soft cover of the bed. I got up from the bed with the pain in my neck and walked towards the direction where the door was located. I sneaked a peek and saw two young people, a boy and a girl, who were playing by themselves. They were enjoying themselves, and by just watching them, it made me feel what they were feeling. It softens my heart and I have caught myself watching them for quite a long time now. The girl saw me and showed me her cute smile. She has incomplete teeth, and judging from her appearance, she's probably seven to eight years old. She waved her hand at me and I waved back. She took a step to come forward, but stopped when the young boy held her arm and whispered something in her ear. My forehead creased when her innocent face suddenly turned into a grim one. Her eyes also change into something that a normal child can't do. I felt threatened because of her fie
Contacting my sister will never be easy because the number saved on my phone cannot be reached. Did she change her phone number again? She mentioned this before, that it's in their nature to change their phone numbers as they are in a dangerous business. Leaving a trace won't be a good idea. So right now, what I am doing is waiting and hoping that she'll call me. Yet, judging by her personality and the way she called me before, there was no pattern or exact time that she made her call. I looked at the guy who is currently lying on my lap while reading a book. It's actually new to me, seeing him like this, reading a book while his head was resting on my lap. This seems normal, and I wanted to leave it like this. I combed his hair as he said that he liked it. It made him remember his mom. When he said it, a warm hand engulfed my heart. It's just warming and sweet at the same time. I know he missed his mom despite his anger because of what happened. In spite of knowing each other for a s
My body felt a vibration near my thigh area. I was wearing cargo pants that were owned by Taddeio. I don't know if he bought this or not, but it smelled like him. So I assumed that this was his. Struggling with the cuffs on, I tried to bend my knees up to my chest in the hope that I could reach the phone that was stored in the left pocket. It's impossible, but I need to try. Taddeio is in danger! I wiggled my body to let the phone out of the pocket. A glimpse of hope ignited my desire to continue what I was doing when I saw the head part of the phone peeking out... just a little bit more. We'll get there. The consistent twitching of the phone helped it to move, and it slipped after numerous tries. The problem now is how to answer it. My hands were bound to the bed, but my legs moved freely. Redness was visible on my wrist when I decided to stand up and use my feet to navigate the phone. It's hard... really hard. At first, I thought it would be as easy as using our hands normally, but
Before Sarah could pull the trigger, Dos came and rescued me. She went behind Sarah and hit her on the head with the vase that Dos got from one of the collections here in the room. She kicked the gun first and was fare from the other side of the bed. She didn't squint when she did that and immediately went beside me and expertly got the other cuff out of my wrist. "Are you okay?" She asked while I was massaging my wrist. The redness wasn't subsiding, and the area has only darkened."Yeah, thanks for that," I said, moving my wrist up and down to check if it hurt or not. I've been cuffed on for more than an hour, and it's not a good memory to reminisce about."Where is he?" I looked at Dos, who was asking me about Taddeio. The real score between them remains unsolved to me. I don't even know how they met... well, maybe it was because of Lethius. "He left... he's probably at the studio now. Let's go before it's too late!" I exclaimed when I was explaining. I'm scared of what will happe
It appears that my smile triggered her anger, which led to my cheeks looking reddish and bluish when it was followed by another. I couldn't believe that this girl did this to me. She has a big fist that approximately weighs 12 pounds. It hurt... literally.I was hit because I thought that she wouldn't do that. I wasn't even tied, it's just that I didn't expect it. Despite the pain that I felt in my left cheek, I still managed to show them my smile. I know this would be a really bad idea, but I just want to show them that even though I was in pain, I can still face them and act like nothing happened."Is that all you've got? I think you're the weak one here, Sarah." I mocked her and wiped the blood on my lips. I heard her chuckle, and she turned her head to Dos and mouthed something, then faced me. I heard her chuckle, and her face was wrinkled because of her smile. "I thought you would be boring, Merchaiass. It turned out that you're quite a player here. Well, I've got a question for
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
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.
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