I don't know where it began. I was too young back then to notice anything. One day, on my way back home from school, I saw some neighbors on the same floor surrounding my mom. A fat woman was holding my mother's hair and pulled it angrily as she cursed. "You slut! You seduced my husband! Because of you, my family is going to be ruined!" My mother did not fight back. She was brought up in a prestigious family and never suffered a violent fight like this. She doesn't know how to counter-attack. She tried to calm down the fat aunt before her. "Please calm down. We should talk about it calmly." "You want me to calm down?! After my husband told me I was not even good as you, you want me to calm down?! You seduced him, you wench!" She pulled back my mother's hair hardly causing my mother to yelp in pain. "Agh! Please stop! I don't know what you are talking about! I never seduced your husband! He is the one clinging to me and I rejected him many times!" "You slut!" The fat woman ro
The broker that my mother entrusted with her apartment suddenly ran away with the deed.I don't know how he got it from my mother. But the payment never arrived. My mother tried to relocate him but as if he suddenly disappeared into thin air, we could no longer find him. Even the police could not find any clues about him.That was the first big hurdle and the start of a series of unfortunate incidents. My mother's bank account was suddenly hacked. It was done by professional hackers since even the bank could do anything about it. The group that hacked my mother's account was merciless. They emptied out all the money and chose the appropriate time and incident so the bank could not be held responsible for the hacking. The blame fell on my mother's side so we could not ask for compensation.Although the bank gave us a meager amount as 'help', not compensation, it doesn't compare even a little bit of what's in the account.Money years of worth were suddenly gone in a flash. My mother w
I opened my eyes as memories flooded in me.I felt like I unlocked a huge part of my memories causing me to get dizzy.Memories were only images, but to me, it was accompanied by my emotions and feelings of that time.The sudden changes in our lives...the way we fell to the bottom and got trampled all over again. The anger that I held back from the setbacks that were thrown our way, a continuous hurdle that never gave us a break, those hard and difficult times plow us deeper into the pit...they appeared one by one putting a thousand-pound weight on my chest. As if a forceful hand kept pushing us into the corner, submitting me to be hopeless. I felt the sorrow, the sadness, the false hope....the struggles between those encumbrances.It was all coming back to me.I clutched my chest. Complex emotions drowned me at once.Now I understand...why I locked these memories. Now I understand why Lucas wanted to take it slow.It was truly....heavy and too much.However...I don't want to forget
I stood in front of this grave like this before. There was no one who came to offer condolences or send off my mother beside me. In an old black dress, under the rain, I watched over the grave day and night, unmoving. As if consoling my mother that even though I am the only person who sends her off, my sincerity could make it up for her.The skies might have sensed my emotions. Dark clouds gathered and heavy rain poured.Under the pouring rain, I smiled wretchedly, trying to lighten up my trembling voice as I bid her farewell. "Mother...the skies are even mourning for you. It must be heaven's last pity."My tears continued to fall. I am glad for this rain as it could cover my tears. My mother won't be able to see it."Life is truly difficult for us, huh? You may rest first. Don't worry, I'll come to you soon."My motivation, my goal, my life...all seemed hopeless. The darkness had caught up to me. Swallowing me whole.At that moment, my whole world collapsed.What's the use of endu
.... I stared blankly at the familiar school. Wasn't this the school that we always visited when I was young? In a certain office...we visited 'that' man. I immediately understood what my mother wants me to do. I did not ask questions before why we moved out of the house or why I haven't seen that person for a long time. But growing up, I kinda understood it. My mother and this so-called father divorced. My mother must have had a difficult decision when she handed this to me and ask help from the man who cruelly abandoned us. I was full of complicated emotions. But if I backed out now, I would have trampled my mother's sincere effort for me. After I handed the form to the registrar, I was led into the President's Office. There was no one there. So I waited for a long time. The room was still the same. Although the couch had been replaced with a new one and there were some added new furnitures, the layout of the room brought me some memories. When I was six years old, I would
Ella Jane ZabalShe was the same age as me and she stood as that man's daughter over the years. My father married her mother right after the divorce and they become a family onwards.In the eyes of others, she was a sweet and well-mannered girl. She was admired and liked by others. She has a sweet tongue and swims like a fish in society. I wouldn't call her smart, but she was too scheming that she knows how to play with people's hearts. She had a good reputation and many fans in school causing my father to like her even more even though she was not his biological child.At first, I suspected that Ella was a child of my father out of wedlock. Because that man favor and treated Ella better than me- his biological child. On that day when I first came to him, although we fought and argued in our first meeting, the man still accepted my enrollment and shouldered all the expenses for my studies. Still, I rejected his offer to live with him. We fought in our first meeting. And after conver
A/n: This chapter is now fixed. Thank you for waiting. *** As I said, I did not look for that man no matter what kind of difficulties arises. Perhaps our conversation leaked out because, after that argument, the bullying become more intense. It was as if Ella's follower had been given a signal. It was to the point that no matter how much I ignored it, people still come to find me just to mess with me. Their discreet way of bullying becomes bolder and more violent. Before, they could not do anything to me out in the open. So they only targeted my things such as my desk, chairs, and the things in my locker. And if they want to beat me up, they have to find an isolated place such as the restroom or the empty lawn behind the old building and dragged me there. But now, no matter where I am, during class or not, they won't leave me alone. I would find my things destroyed, or someone would throw dirty water from me on the second floor as I was passing by. They would trip me whenever
My mother's eyes were dark. I could feel from her trembling hand her raging anger. But she stood calmly without raising her voice. Her voice was firm and intimidating. "I ruined someone's family? Is that what your director told you? Ha. If it is just me, I can let this slide because I don't want any more trouble. But it's a different story when you mess with my daughter."My mother took a deep breath while trying her best to calm her anger. "Tell your director that the deal is off. There's no way I would let my daughter attend this disgusting school any longer. And I would make sure the truth comes out until I die. If they won't let my daughter and I have a peaceful life, then I would not make it peaceful for them either!"Screw this horrendous school!" It was my first time I heard my mother curse. Although her last word was vulgar, her weak but straightened back showed her origin. A sophisticated and refined lady from a once renowned family. She was pale due to poor health. But th