He asked for forgiveness. It was something I needed back then to move on, but that was then. Now, a lot has changed, and it has changed my perspective and the course of my life. And now, I don't need his damn sorry to move on. I need his life!Instead of being happy because he finally apologized, I didn't feel anything. In fact, I felt even more irritated, so I just laughed at his sorry."Sorry?" I asked him, laughing. "Eat your sorry!" I looked at what he was cooking, grabbed the spoon he had just used, and threw its contents on the floor, some of it hitting him.And since it was still in the pan, it was very hot, causing him to curse as some of it hit his stomach, which was already red and shiny from the sauce and heat."Ho! It's hot!" he complained. But instead of feeling sorry for him or feeling bad about the wasted food, I felt overjoyed, as if I had won the lottery.Seeing him in pain brought out the hell of joy in me.But honestly, the food looked good, and it was a bit of a sh
EARLY MORNING but the mouths of my neighbors were already shouting loudly. And that's the reason why I woke up from my not so beautiful sleep. Even in my sleep, I was visited by sadness.The screams from our neighbors were the first thing I noticed the next morning when I woke up. They were shouting as if there was a fire. They were also getting rowdy for some unknown reason. I couldn't quite understand what they were shouting, but one phrase stuck in my mind.And those words were "Someone's dead!"Thinking that there might be a fire and someone had died, I quickly got up to find out where the fire was.I was about to leave the room, but I was interrupted by my cellphone ringing on the bedside table.Even though I wanted to go out and find out what was happening outside, I decided not to. I didn't continue because I had a strong feeling that the call was important, the call from Storm.And how did I know that Storm was calling me even though I hadn't looked at the phone yet? It was si
At the start, he was already against my planned revenge, so I can't blame him for being so angry with me now. He warned me several times not to do the plan I had in mind, but because I am stubborn, I didn't listen. Instead, I threatened him that I would kill myself if he didn't help me carry out my plan for revenge.But because he loved me and because I was his only sister, he had no choice but to agree to my wishes, which were to become stronger and get the revenge I had been longing for.It turned out that tying a rope around his neck was the reason he nearly died. He tied the rope to a high mango tree on the beach and tried to kill himself.Fortunately, a fisherman saw him and rescued him just in time. He was in critical condition but was able to survive because the fisherman sought help from the barangay, and the ambulance was readily available and brought him to the hospital.That's why our neighbors were in chaos earlier, shouting words about someone being dead. They thought he
"I learned about what he went through during the three years we didn't see each other and all I can say is that he also suffered like me. We had the same experiences, both lost and grieving.I found out that during the time he was still our teacher, he was already starting to review for the upcoming bar exam. He was juggling work and review at the same time.Because of the scandal that spread about me and my sudden disappearance, he was not able to review properly. It turns out that he was busy looking for the person who leaked the scandal.He was not the one who leaked it. According to Storm, when Dashiel and I were intimate, a student discovered what was happening between us and recorded us using their cellphone. What's worse is that the person who discovered us was an enemy in their organization.The culprit wanted to destroy Dashiel, and in order to do that, they ruined my reputation by making me believe that Dashiel was the one who leaked the video because of his covered face. Th
When Buenaventura and Thunder came out of the hospital, that's when I stood up from my seat to go inside.If they thought that I stopped insisting on entering Dashiel's room just to see him, well, they were wrong. I would never allow that.It has been a week since I felt embarrassed in the hallway because of that witch. And since that week, she still hasn't woken up.And during that week, I tried several times to go inside Dashiel's room just to catch a glimpse of him or to watch over him for a few seconds.But the past few days have really been unlucky for me. Every time I tried to enter his room, I would always end up embarrassed and going home with drooping shoulders.I have been embarrassed many times because I thought that Buenaventura had left the room, but I always ended up facing her angry face. Because she was mad at me and an attention seeker, she would do anything to get rid of me, including throwing a tantrum and pulling my hair, which made me go home with drooping shoulde
Instead of answering his question, I shook my head while repeating the words I've said to him over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Dashiel... If only I knew... If only I knew that this is how it is--"I couldn't continue with what I was about to say when I felt his index finger touch my lips, "Shhh... no need to say sorry, honey, because I've forgiven you a long time ago. And besides, I deserved what happened to me because if it weren't for my negligence, our child would still be here now." He interrupted me, making me quiet.My body immediately reacted to what he said, making me stand up from kneeling and sit beside him. "No, you don't deserve--" I was about to protest that he didn't deserve what happened to him when he put his arms around me, holding me tight.I feel sorry for him because he didn't deserve what happened to him and he is not to blame for the death of our child, but I couldn't continue to feel his lips on mine.Our lips touched briefly, but it was enough to c
"No... please tita, spare me, please." I pleaded repeatedly to the woman in front of me, hoping that she would release me from her hold.But instead of pity, she just laughed as if she was enjoying my begging."No.. no.. no baby boy, your mother already paid me, so it's only right that I make the most of what she paid for," she grinned at me while slowly taking off her bra.As she finally took it off, her huge breasts came out, which I thought could reach her belly button. It sagged, but what really disgusted me was her extremely dark nipples. It looked like the typical breasts of old women, which is one of the things I fear."No, tita, please." I begged, while wishing to God that she would hear my plea - that the demon-like friend of my mother would be enlightened and stop her abusive actions towards me."No baby boy, no." She tried to sound seductive while saying those words, even biting her lower lip as if hoping to seduce me.But instead of looking attractive in front of me, she l
Instead of feeling pleasure from what she was doing, I just cried. Disgust for myself filled my heart, but it was not a surprise to me anymore. It's always like this. This is always what I experience. This is always what I feel.Perhaps when she got tired of sucking, she slowly moved her lips towards my groin, causing me to squirm even more. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear the disgust I was feeling.The woman got irritated with my behavior, and punched me in the stomach. "Stop acting like a fool! You act like this is your first time. Hey! For your fucking information, your mom has paid me and her other debts several times, so don't act like you're all clean!" she shouted, causing me to cry and cry.I cried and cried because she was right... she was right about what she said.. I've experienced this several times.. I've experienced being raped and used to pay off my own parents' debts... and I've prayed to God many times to escape from the prison of desire that I never wante