IS THIS what he wants? To humiliate me in front of many people? To ruin my reputation and my femininity? Great. Just great! He succeeded. I'm completely ruined to the point where even a garbage collector would be embarrassed to pick me up.There's nothing left of me. I'm completely destroyed! I don't have a home, parents to take care of me, or even a grandmother to lean on. The only thing that I was guarding so carefully has also disappeared. My reputation is gone, and worst of all, even my femininity.I don't know how angry he was at me to hurt me and humiliate me like this in front of so many people. I don't know what I did wrong to him to humiliate and ruin me like this.Honestly, I'm fine with the blackmail revenge thing. If revenge is the reason why he did all that to me, that would have been fine with me if he had used that video for blackmail. I would have been fine with all of that if he had promised me that he would never release that video.But no, he did release it. There's
Even though I refused his offer, he still drove me home. And before leaving after picking me up, he gave me his calling card in case I changed my mind and needed help. I nodded, thinking that maybe I would need help someday and it's better to have someone to turn to.I accepted the calling card and tucked it into my pants before getting out of his car. But before I could leave, he said something that stuck in my mind. He said, "Sometimes, running away from your problems is not that bad. It is a way of escaping from this cruel reality. And escaping means freedom. And there's nothing wrong with chasing your freedom. Hope you remember that." Those were the last words he said that left me thinking.Now, I'm standing outside my house, unable to take the final step to the door. It's been a few minutes since he left, but I'm still stuck in place, lost in thought. He was right, chasing freedom and escaping from your problems isn't always bad. But being a coward sometimes isn't that bad either
I thought everything would be okay once I ran away from my problems. I thought everything would be okay once I distanced myself from them, but it seems like everything has only gotten worse.It has been a month since I came to this place, and during that month, I forced myself to smile and be happy, but unfortunately, it always ends up in tears. It has been a month since I chose to escape from my problems. It has been a month since I chose to run away instead of facing my problems.A month has passed, but everything is still fresh in my mind. All the pain, shame, grief, and anger I feel. Every little detail of that shameful night is still vivid in my mind, making me burst into painful tears.Everything is still here, and I don't know how to move forward or even how to look forward. I don't know how to live if I am already dead inside. I don't know how to move on because every time I close my eyes, I am reminded of everything I have been through.Since coming to this place, many things
"N-no..." I blinked my tears away, "N-no.. this cannot be!" Those words became whispers because of the pain and grief that I felt."No! It's impossible!" I shouted hysterically while tears poured down my cheeks. "It's impossible!"At that moment, I lost myself. I was like a broken robot repeatedly saying the words "It's impossible," while my eyes kept crying, and my heart kept on sobbing.And at that time, I felt like I died a hundred times. It kills me. It pains me. It's making me die.When I felt someone touch my shoulder, I became more hysterical. I struggled, as if I were crazy, and pushed away the hands that attempted to hold me."Marra, calm down," I heard the doctor say, but I didn't listen; instead, I struggled harder."Marra—" Storm was unable to finish what he wanted to say because I violently pushed away his hand that tried to hold me, causing him to step back."Marra!" he shouted in anger, but instead of being scared, I screamed even louder while crying incessantly."Marra
"I was six or seven that time when I heard my mom and dad arguing about something. And as far as I remember that something is about the woman of dad." She leaned her back on the chair's backrest. Then, she released a bitter smile before looking up.As for me, I remained in my position, sitting on a chair while feeling shocked and surprised with my eyes staring at her. In truth, the word 'shock' cannot fully describe what I'm feeling right now.Like heck, I don't know what to think. I don't know what to say about what she said. My brain couldn't process the new information I received. I don't know how to act and talk. Damn, I'm even worse than a robot at this moment!I looked at her direction when I heard her let out a deep sigh, a bitter emotion showing in her eyes as our gazes met.She smiled bitterly, "And since I was still young at that time, I didn't understand what they were talking about. I had no idea what they were discussing. So I just disregarded it."She let out another sig
"SIT."Instead of answering my question, those were the words he said, making me go "Ha?" and caught me off guard."I said you should sit first before I answer your question. It's not good for pregnant women to stand for too long," he replied to my question while pointing to the chair in front of him.I went "ahh" before nodding. That's all there is to it, I thought it was something else.I headed towards the chair he pointed at. And when I reached it, I wasted no time and sat down."So.. what now?" I asked while tapping the thick and hard wood desk using my fingers, creating a sound.He grimaced as if he was annoyed with something, "Ahmm.. would you stop that?" he asked.I furrowed my brow in confusion, "Stop what?""The tapping on the desk," he answered my question and even mimicked it. Obviously, he was imitating what I was doing.I stopped what I was doing when I realized what he meant. To avoid doing it again, I folded my hands."Sorry," I apologized to him, to which he only nodd
3 years later"Mommy, will Daddy Tito come home now?" I turned around as I heard a small voice behind me.It was my child, with their face buried on the table, trying to act cute while looking at me.I smiled at the sight because who wouldn't smile when greeted with such a cute face?Although I didn't want to wipe the smile off my face, I had no choice but to tell my child the truth, even if it would ruin their mood."I don't know, baby, but it looks like he won't," I replied to their question, making them frown.I nodded in response to their next question, which made them pout.I chuckled as I turned my attention back to the dishes that I was washing. We had just finished lunch, so there were quite a few dishes to wash, but it was okay since I was used to it. This used to be my job when I was still in school, before Lo--nevermind.I squeezed the sponge in my hand before wiping the plate I was holding, making sure there was no dirt left on it. I didn't want my child to get sick if the
Staring blanky. Out of my mind. Like a madman—no, let me rephrase that because I'm really insane. I'm sitting in a corner while staring at the white wall that represents how complicated my life is. It's white and for others, it symbolizes happiness, but for me, it symbolizes death.After the madness I did outside, I found myself in the room that serves as my prison. I'm not literally imprisoned, but because this room witnesses how complicated my life is, it's like a prison for me.After the madness I did outside, thinking he's still alive, even though the truth is he's been dead for a long time, in fact, he was already dead when I gave birth to him in this world. After the scene—my madness, Storm brought me here to this house.And because I'm weak—I'm weak and probably because I'm ashamed of what I did, I agreed to come here.And here I am again, sitting on the same chair that I always sit on. My eyes are lifeless, staring at the four corners of my room.It's been three years since I