"I didn't abort our child," I admitted softly, looking straight into his eyes. I shook my head a few times, trying to make him understand that whatever truth he knew was wrong. "My mom forced our baby out. She forced me to drink pills to stop my pregnancy by shoving those meds until I couldn't do anything else but to swallow. She and her aide tied my hands and limbs on my bed, making it easier for them to conduct a suction abortion on me. I could do nothing against them, Harris. Even if I beg, scream, and lose, I was never heard." I couldn't wipe away the familiar hot liquid running down both of my cheeks in the powerlessness of remembering that day again. "Why didn't you tell me?" He closed his mouth only to open it a second later but was not able to utter a single word. I was hurt even more. Why didn't I let you know right away? Because I'm a coward that it was already clear to me that he won’t believe me? Or because I already know the answer before I even try? "What's the guara
I couldn't count how many seconds or minutes I had been standing there. There was no force or even desire on my part to move to leave the position. Even the distant figure of the two is no longer within my sight because of the minutes that have passed. How long will I watch people walk away from me? Is there an end to pain? Or at least reduce the number of days I cry in grief. The sorry he gave me was enough to complete the final touch of the blueprint I've created before executing my plan. I knew when he apologized we were really over. But I didn't expect to mention our son. Now, I can't help but wonder what Harris must be thinking. If he was affected. If anything has changed in his view. Or if it's still the same as before that he doesn't care even this time he knows the truth.
"Tell me I'm just hearing things, Mizu." The familiar warm liquid disguised as my tears quickly ran down on both of my cheeks. I shook my head violently, denying what I heard just now. "That can't be true. He just came here last night, we still talked. So how did he have an accident?”"He went out before five, I think. I saw him and his girl arguing before he left," he explained. I was quickly filled with worry the same way that my heart beat with fear for Harris. All kinds of image filled my mind out of nervousness and anxiety due to the nervousness I feel for Harris. I couldn't convince myself to stop thinking bad things because every corner of my mind was filled with only negativity."Have you heard of him? Is he ok? Is he in a bad condition?” I asked one after the other and was full of concern. "I already sent a staff, I'm just waiting for an update."I couldn't get the reassurance although there was certainty that someone would inform us of Harris's condition. That was not enou
Of all the occasions that I went to the hospital, I never once felt fear. Even if my own life is in danger, I don't care at all. But now that someone else was the reason I came here, there wasn't a second that I didn't feel fear and nervousness. From the moment I got in the car to the minutes we drove down the road to this place, my mind was never at peace. Even the beating of my heart didn't even become normal even for a few times, every beat was always fast and strong which I knew was because of the fear I felt for the person I was with now. "It's too late, Prescilla," Katiya promised with a hint of menace in her voice. I didn't try to look back at him because I knew that when I looked back he would give me a threatening look. I know they don't agree. They made me feel their opposition to what I wanted to happen in front of me. Katiya who has been blocking me with every word she says. Mizu has been reminding me several times since earlier of what I can do when I find my purpose.
"Someone's heading this way," Waldo whispered, drawing my attention again. My eyebrows met as I turned to him only to see a replica of my own expression. Now he signaled me to lower my voice. He cautiously approached me in such a way that he could glimpse the hallway we were both avoiding. We were at the edge making it possible for him to easily have a glimpse of the hallway even without leaving his seat. His big build was towering over me, covering most of my small body. Just then... the familiar fruity strawberry scent of a woman started to fill the whole place. I was quickly overcome with trepidation when I recognized that scent that I often smelled on Harris's clothes when I was staying with him. I came to memorize that smell that I hate the most. Because I know that the moment that perfume hits my senses, it gives me the certainty that they are together. "It's Melissa," I informed Waldo. While still not leaving his seat, he look
"Your clothes." Katiya carelessly threw a paper bag on the bed I was sitting on. "If you're ready, I'll be downstairs."She didn't give me a chance to answer because she immediately turned away. Mizu, on the other hand, caught my attention by tightening his hold on my hand. "You could stay here all you want, Prescilla. You don't have to leave.”I only answered him with a smile. I moved a bit closer to him and hugged him tight as if it would be the last time I'd be able to do it. Without a word, he gave it back to me more firmly. We stayed that way for a few more minutes before we finally let go of each other. I gave him a small smile, far different from the one I used to give him when we were still kids. This one was fake, full of pretension, and no sincerity at all. Anyway, he smiled back at me. "I'll be fine, Mizu." I nodded my head and held his hand tighter than his hold. "I promise to cry less. I'll try my
Feeling guilty. I couldn't help but feel small and shy while seeing the things I saw when Katiya and I got out in her car. While I was drowning in emotions and thought it was just a superficial reason, the impact of the storm and the damage it left behind was severe. From the window of the car, I looked at the houses we passed on the shortcut that Katiya took. It's a small town that mostly consists of houses made with materials not enough to protect the family living there against the storm. If the wind didn't blow the roof off, the last storm literally left no sane part of the houses. No roof. The house is full of mud. Collapsed pillars and whatnot. As for me, there's a soft bed and it's still comfortable despite the storm. They are afraid and now nothing has been saved. While I am concerned about my love life, they, the people experienced problems all at once. "Where will we go?" I asked while looking away from the witness.
I gasped as I closed my eyes when I felt the pain on my back. The soft mattress that was hugging my body did not serve its purpose. My body still aches despite the comfort that it should be giving me. And the coldness of the room just made it worst. I feel that my body only hurts more. I slowly opened my eyes and searched for the familiar ceiling of the hospital that I expected to see, but it was nowhere to be seen. I fell backwards when I got up which I immediately regretted because of the pain I immediately felt. My hand went up to trace the part of my body that has been hurting and found gauze on it. My unconscious mind knows that I am far from danger and those men who tried to capture me are now gone. But the feeling of being afraid for someone else's safety still haunts me as if I was still in my situation yesterday. I feel like I was still stuck there, being chased by men who were after me just to give me to their master.
Waldo's POVRegret. Hatred. Agony. Those were the key players that controlled my life for the past years. I embraced those feelings, reminiscing about the reason why I ended up lost. Echoes of cries and their wailings still visit me in my dreams, reminding me of the grief we all felt that night of her goodbye. Years may have passion but the guilt and regrets still reside in my heart. Would I be able to escape this hell of mine? I tried to get up. To turn my attention to others to forget. But everything has no effect. It's just a short-term solution and after the day I'll be back to the point of collapse and no fight. I thought I would be able to cover up entering a relationship but I only gave myself more trouble. I know that simply getting into a new relationship won't erase the traces he left behind. I'm only fooling myself, what I believe to be a lie will never be true. "I know you love me. And I love you too much. I was exhausted, Waldo, to the point that I was no longer able t
I could not distinguish if I was comfortable or if I was just simply happy being out in public with Waldo. I can't imagine or change now that the two of us are together after more than a year that our paths diverged. And I feel like he is too. I couldn't even feel the wilderness in his every natural action. He was holding my hand tightly, intertwined with his while his thumb was gently caressing the back of mine. He's been doing that for a while, ever since we got out of the car after arriving at the mall he brought me to. Me too, I can't find it in myself to complain about holding hands with him. I could even feel myself seeking the warmth of his hand. "What are we going to do here?" I asked in surprise. I quickly looked at my clothes that didn't match what Waldo brought me. I was wearing a white casual split v-neck chiffon blouse that I paired with red peg-leg pants. It's a good thing I'm wearing white sneakers and not the office sandals that will surely sink the first step I ta
I was awakened by a noise coming from around me. That sleep indicates that someone is cooking or something in the kitchen of the house. Even the cutlery I could hear making noise. But my head's still spinning, something I have never felt for over a year. Instead of getting up, I just covered myself with a blanket and buried myself deeper into my soft pillow. But I couldn't go back to sleep because of the knock on the bedroom door. I didn't answer. I just remained motionless while waiting for that person to approach. I can't get the nervousness but the surprise is that I wasn't kicked. I am satisfied that I am far from harm. But how he got in here I don't know. Despite being tucked under the blanket, the familiar smell of Waldo's perfume still stung my nose. His familiar aquatic scent that I missed. The scent that used to give me comfort knowing that he was beside me. "Wake up, honey. It's already lunchtime. You need to eat," he softly said. "How did you get in here?" I asked inst
I almost slapped my forehead when my mind spontaneously added that. Although that was true, it was refreshing that I was so quick to admit it to myself. I took his silence as an opportunity to leave that place. Unlike before when I longed for its crowded, hot, and chaotic place, now I was enveloped in irritation. I just want to get out and leave. Inhaling fresh air instead of the smell of cigarette smoke and the overwhelming smell of alcohol. With my busy feet, I hurry to find the exit from the dance floor. Even though it wasn't easy, it was as if I was taken out of my sight when I felt the touch of the cold air on my skin again. I hurriedly went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Even though I haven't been in this place for a long time, I just want to leave immediately and sleep where I'm staying. I was leaning against the sink when I got there. I didn't do anything but I felt tired. But the momentary comfort and relief were immediately interrupted when I heard the door open. Bu
"You're all set, madam," said the woman who was putting lipstick on my face earlier. I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing that greeted me was the golden necklace around my neck. That's just thin. It also has a small dove pendant which is a symbol of freedom. The necklace was a gift I bought for myself using my first salary as an assistant social media manager three months ago upon the promotion my boss gave me at that time. Next, I looked at the simple make-up that the woman put on me. That's simple and not grandiose. There was almost no color except for my slightly red cheeks. My hair was simply tied up in a ponytail. Even my white spaghetti strap bodycon dress has no design. I just don't understand why even I was invited to this event when my role in the company was small. G&E Apparel, which stands for Grace and Elegance, successfully made its way to the top. Through the help of different social media platforms, TikTok most specifically, the brand became known. So now, you've
Life became the simplest with me living all alone. At the same time, it became more fulfilling to follow what I wanted to do. And I felt peace. Finally... peace has come for me. I finally had my silence after years of being trapped by all the noise and chaos of my world. I made a noise when I dropped the plate on the breakable table in front of me. Add to that the surroundings were very quiet because I was the only person there. I sat on the seat next to the broken table at the same time as I went down there with the lid open for what I had to do today. I focused my eyes on the front of the laptop. I started reading the reviews on the social media page of the company I work for. I became a part of a social media marketing team of a small clothing brand. And since I was just newly hired, I was assigned mostly to checking reviews and comments on their social media accounts. I work home-based and that's an advantage for me. It was only a week since I started this job. Even if I won't
"Would you be fine with me?" I grinned at Katiya. He's been so busy driving that even if I want him to do it, he won't let me do it. It's been two days since we've been on the road after leaving El Refugio. I also thought that Katiya would leave after the church and return to her family. But instead of leaving me, he went with me. We've been roaming around using the car, driving endlessly while looking for the right moment to settle down. We've been sleeping inside the car parked at a public parking lot. There is no problem with me. I'm enjoying it. The only thing that is mine is what Katiya left behind. I'm sure as hell that her child's looking for her, even Galan who's been chasing her for a long time. "It's OK."And because I wasn't convinced by what I heard, I simply took his cell phone from the dashboard. Katiya kept it shut down to cut any connection we had from El Refugio. But because I wanted to send him back there for Ezra, I opened it to make sure Galan had texts there.
Harris gently faced me. Just like me, shock filled his eyes when he saw me. He did a quick scan all over me before his eyes locked on mine, staring at them in a scrutinizing way. I looked for the familiar loss of my heart close to him. But none of the feelings I used to feel when I was with him are gone. And I felt thankful realizing that now. That finally, and thankfully, I'm over this man. "Prescilla," the smile that greets him is hesitant. "What are you doing here?" I asked casually. His eyes became dim so he couldn't meet mine anymore. "I was running some errands for my wedding with Melissa."An understanding smile formed on my lips when I realized why he was being awkward answering my question. "So, you're finally tying the knots, huh? Congratulations to you," I greeted with no pretense. It seems that he is still not convinced by my act so he has to stare at me as if he is searching the contents of my mind. I tried to give him my most genuine smile to make him feel that it w
The touch of cold wind on my cheek woke me up. My eyes squinted when the sun shone directly on my face. It's not that hot yet so I'm sure it's not that popular yet. I looked around and realized I was still in the car. The seat I was sitting at was already reclined while the window on my side was open. I turned around to see if Katya was there, thinking that the woman was no longer there, but her sleeping form appeared to me. Her mouth was slightly open showing signs of her deep sleep. His two arms are crossed over his chest. I moved stealthily in order not to wake her up. Even when opening the door, I did my best not to make any noise. Only then was I able to get to know the place where we are now? "What the hell?" It didn't take me five seconds before tears started streaming from my eyes. "It just might help you." I turned to Katiya who had now gotten out of the car and was looking at me intently. "Waldo is not the only one who needs to break free from the bonds that are wrapped