"What the heck?! Why am I so unlucky today?" I said, almost in tears, as I stepped out of the restaurant. And suddenly kicked the trash can I saw out of sheer frustration.
The people who saw what I did were shocked, but I didn't care anymore. It's a good thing I vented my anger on the trash can and not on someone else. And I almost rolled on the ground here in the street just like I did earlier. Because the manager scolded me for delivering the food to the wrong table. The customer confronted me and scolded me until they called my manager. "Why is this the food you served us? We didn't order this, miss," said a lady, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I suddenly got nervous and immediately looked at the list I was holding. And that's when I realized that I had indeed gone to the wrong table to deliver the food. Table 8 is the one I went to, and the food on the table is not on their list. "I apologize, ma'am .. I think I just overlooked what was written—" "Are you new here? I think this is the first time I've seen you," the man interrupted me, who I think is her husband. Out of sheer nervousness, I could only nod in response to him. But then he suddenly smirked, which made me even more anxious. "That's why .. just bring the manager here, please," he said seriously. And that's exactly what happened. After that, my manager scolded me, and I almost got fired. But thankfully, I was able to convince my manager, so I didn't get fired. "So frustrating! So annoying! The bike broke down, I got soaked in the rain, and then my boss scolded me. Oh my! Nothing good happened to me today," I said irritably while walking home to the apartment. I've been talking to myself since I left the restaurant. I look crazy in my current situation, but I really don't care anymore. I've been in a bad mood since this morning. "Grr! It's all just bad luck for me!" I shouted angrily while stomping my feet as I walked. People are staring at me as I pass by, but because I'm in a bad mood, I glared back at them. "Lord, I'm your child, right? Why hasn't anything good happened to me today? Is this a sign for me to go home?" I said, almost in tears, while looking at the dark sky. "No! I will not! Never! This is just a test for me, right? I can do this, G! Fighting!" I said, shouting, and took a deep breath. Am I going to give up now when I'm already content with the life I have? When I'm finally happy? No, because I can do this, and I will endure! "OH, MY GOD!!" I shouted loudly, but I was shocked when I saw a vehicle swerving on the road and suddenly falling off the bridge. It looks like it lost its brakes! I couldn't move from where I was standing due to extreme shock and intense fear. My two hands were still covering my mouth, and I was staring in shock at the direction where the car had fallen. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What happened? What am I going to do?" I said nervously while pacing back and forth. There are no other people here, and I am the only one who witnessed the accident. No vehicles passed by when that happened. Why did I have to pass through this bridge?! Oh my! What am I going to do? I might get caught up in this! I don't want to get arrested! "Why would I go to jail? I haven't done anything wrong!" I said to myself and took another step away. But suddenly, my conscience struck me, and I shouted out of sheer annoyance. Lord, why me again? Why did this happen to me again? "Okay! Erina, calm down .. just stay calm. You just need to help him, then you can leave. Okay!" I told myself and ran towards the direction of the car. "Why did I leave my cellphone at the shop?" I said in a panic while looking under the bridge. It's not that high, so I'm sure I can beat it and rescue the driver of the vehicle. I know how to swim, but damn, I'm scared! Because I might be the one to get hurt. "You can do this, Erina!" And I decided to jump off the bridge after taking a deep breath. Oh my, the river is really deep! The car wasn't sinking too much yet, but the man I saw inside had fainted. I had a hard time opening the door because the car was slowly sinking, and I was also about to run out of breath. But with all my strength, I shattered the glass until I managed to open the door, and helped the unconscious man get out. I was out of breath when we both left the river. I coughed loudly because of the water I accidentally drank. But I immediately turned my attention to the young man because he was still unconscious and not breathing. "Please, wake up .." I said nervously while doing the chest compressions. "Help!" I shouted loudly, but no one came. Tsk! Why is it that no one even passed by? "Tsk! I'm sorry but I have no choice." I'm thinking of another way, which is CPR. I'm having second thoughts, especially since we don't know each other and he might get angry when he finds out what I've done. But I have no other choice, I need to save him! "Oh, my God! Thank you, Lord!" I exclaimed in surprise as he started to breathe and gradually woke up. So I gently lifted him and laid him on my arm. He wasn't surprised when he saw me. He just looked at me as if he didn't know what had happened to him. "I need to take you to the hospital," I said and immediately grabbed him by the arm. But he stopped my hand and looked around. "W-What happened? Where am I? W-Who are you?" he said, confused, before looking at me. But suddenly, he held his forehead and groaned out loudly. It was only then that I noticed his forehead was bleeding. "You had an accident... your car fell off the bridge. Come on, we need to get you to the hospital," I said hesitantly as I helped him stand up. "D-Do you know who I am?" he suddenly said when we reached the top of the bridge. But I was surprised and puzzled by what he said. "I-I don't remember my name .." Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?"Sit down first…" I said as I slowly guided him to sit on the small sofa.I immediately let out a breath once he was seated, but I made sure not to let him notice. He was tall, big body, and well-built—completely different from my physique. It felt like I had just carried a sack of rice because of how heavy he was. Not that I was complaining, I was just exhausted from helping him get here to my apartment.Yes, to my apartment because he refused to be taken to the hospital. I insisted, especially since he had a wound on his forehead that needed to be treated by a doctor. But he was adamant about not going and insisted that I bring him to my place instead. I had no choice but to agree. I couldn’t just leave him alone, or I’d be the one to blame if something worse happened to him."I’ll just get my first-aid kit," I informed him before heading straight to my room."Tss, why did you even bring him here, Erina?" I muttered to myself in frustration. I was talking to myself again out of shee
“ERINA ISABEL TUAZON POV”A strong slap landed on my face from Dad when he saw the report card I handed to him. I wasn’t surprised—I had already expected this to happen. The moment I saw my grades yesterday, I knew this was coming, so I wasn’t shocked when my father did this to me."You failed Filipino?! That’s the easiest subject, and you still flunked it? What kind of student are you? Do you even attend that class? I sent you to an expensive school so you could learn, and this is the kind of grades you show me? Do you really think I can accept this?" he yelled angrily before throwing my report card at me.I just lowered my head and wiped my cheek as tears started falling. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but here I am now, my tears flowing like a river as my father continued his scolding.“I-I’ll make it up, Dad. It’s only the second quarter—”"I don’t care what quarter it is! You still failed, and there’s nothing you can do to change that!" he cut me off. "And stop making excu
"ERINA ISABEL TUAZON POV"I'm just heading in, Faye. I woke up late. My alarm didn’t go off this morning," I spoke into my phone as I unlocked the chain from my bicycle.I always secure my bike like this because I don’t trust the people in this neighborhood. There are a lot of snatchers here—especially thieves. My apartment has a gate, but I still have to be extra cautious.[Are you serious, Erina? It’s already noon! Your boss is definitely going to lecture you again. Hurry up! You know he gets to work early, yet you still couldn’t wake up on time.]I just laughed at what my friend said. She seemed more stressed about it than I was. It wasn’t my fault that my phone alarm didn’t go off—or maybe I was just too exhausted that's why I didn't hear it?"I'm hurrying, but this bike you gave me isn’t cooperating," I joked, and I heard Faye sigh deeply on the other end of the line.This bike was her gift to me on my birthday last year. It has been my only mode of transportation to work every d
I could tell he was furious just by the way he looked at me. His glare alone made it clear that I had tested his patience. This was my first time being late, but I already knew I wouldn’t let it happen again. "How many months have you been working here?" he asked, his tone sharp and unyielding. I was confused by what he asked, but before I could process it, he stood up, leaned against his desk, and crossed his arms. "S-Seven months … sir," I stammered, feeling nervous. I instinctively took a step back as he moved closer to me. His face was unreadable, but I was sure he was angry. He was undeniably handsome, but his strictness at work was terrifying. "Then why aren’t you doing your job properly?! The rules were explained to you, but you keep forgetting them! Just because you're my cousin’s friend doesn’t mean I won’t scold you or that you can do whatever you want," he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. His words caught me off guard. I couldn't bring myself to respo
None of us dared to speak. I wasn't looking at him, but I'm sure he was looking at me now. I didn't want to talk to him, but he asked Boss Yuki for permission, so I had no choice but to leave the counter and go to him. But until now, we still haven't acknowledged each other and he hasn't started talking yet. As if I'm going to talk to him. Over my dead body! But I looked at him when he placed something in front of me. An envelope, and I know it's filled with money. "Take it, it will help with your daily expenses," he said, and suddenly, my mood shifted. He did this last week too. He handed me money, but I refused to take it. My brother never learns. He knows I won't accept it and that he won't get anything from me, yet he keeps coming here and trying to give me money. "We're just going in circles, Kuya. Aren't you tired of this?" I said in frustration, crossing my arms. "No, I'm not." "Then why?" "Because you're my sister!" Sister, my ass! I suddenly smiled bitter
"Sit down first…" I said as I slowly guided him to sit on the small sofa.I immediately let out a breath once he was seated, but I made sure not to let him notice. He was tall, big body, and well-built—completely different from my physique. It felt like I had just carried a sack of rice because of how heavy he was. Not that I was complaining, I was just exhausted from helping him get here to my apartment.Yes, to my apartment because he refused to be taken to the hospital. I insisted, especially since he had a wound on his forehead that needed to be treated by a doctor. But he was adamant about not going and insisted that I bring him to my place instead. I had no choice but to agree. I couldn’t just leave him alone, or I’d be the one to blame if something worse happened to him."I’ll just get my first-aid kit," I informed him before heading straight to my room."Tss, why did you even bring him here, Erina?" I muttered to myself in frustration. I was talking to myself again out of shee
"What the heck?! Why am I so unlucky today?" I said, almost in tears, as I stepped out of the restaurant. And suddenly kicked the trash can I saw out of sheer frustration. The people who saw what I did were shocked, but I didn't care anymore. It's a good thing I vented my anger on the trash can and not on someone else. And I almost rolled on the ground here in the street just like I did earlier. Because the manager scolded me for delivering the food to the wrong table. The customer confronted me and scolded me until they called my manager. "Why is this the food you served us? We didn't order this, miss," said a lady, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I suddenly got nervous and immediately looked at the list I was holding. And that's when I realized that I had indeed gone to the wrong table to deliver the food. Table 8 is the one I went to, and the food on the table is not on their list. "I apologize, ma'am .. I think I just overlooked what was written—" "Are y
None of us dared to speak. I wasn't looking at him, but I'm sure he was looking at me now. I didn't want to talk to him, but he asked Boss Yuki for permission, so I had no choice but to leave the counter and go to him. But until now, we still haven't acknowledged each other and he hasn't started talking yet. As if I'm going to talk to him. Over my dead body! But I looked at him when he placed something in front of me. An envelope, and I know it's filled with money. "Take it, it will help with your daily expenses," he said, and suddenly, my mood shifted. He did this last week too. He handed me money, but I refused to take it. My brother never learns. He knows I won't accept it and that he won't get anything from me, yet he keeps coming here and trying to give me money. "We're just going in circles, Kuya. Aren't you tired of this?" I said in frustration, crossing my arms. "No, I'm not." "Then why?" "Because you're my sister!" Sister, my ass! I suddenly smiled bitter
I could tell he was furious just by the way he looked at me. His glare alone made it clear that I had tested his patience. This was my first time being late, but I already knew I wouldn’t let it happen again. "How many months have you been working here?" he asked, his tone sharp and unyielding. I was confused by what he asked, but before I could process it, he stood up, leaned against his desk, and crossed his arms. "S-Seven months … sir," I stammered, feeling nervous. I instinctively took a step back as he moved closer to me. His face was unreadable, but I was sure he was angry. He was undeniably handsome, but his strictness at work was terrifying. "Then why aren’t you doing your job properly?! The rules were explained to you, but you keep forgetting them! Just because you're my cousin’s friend doesn’t mean I won’t scold you or that you can do whatever you want," he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. His words caught me off guard. I couldn't bring myself to respo
"ERINA ISABEL TUAZON POV"I'm just heading in, Faye. I woke up late. My alarm didn’t go off this morning," I spoke into my phone as I unlocked the chain from my bicycle.I always secure my bike like this because I don’t trust the people in this neighborhood. There are a lot of snatchers here—especially thieves. My apartment has a gate, but I still have to be extra cautious.[Are you serious, Erina? It’s already noon! Your boss is definitely going to lecture you again. Hurry up! You know he gets to work early, yet you still couldn’t wake up on time.]I just laughed at what my friend said. She seemed more stressed about it than I was. It wasn’t my fault that my phone alarm didn’t go off—or maybe I was just too exhausted that's why I didn't hear it?"I'm hurrying, but this bike you gave me isn’t cooperating," I joked, and I heard Faye sigh deeply on the other end of the line.This bike was her gift to me on my birthday last year. It has been my only mode of transportation to work every d
“ERINA ISABEL TUAZON POV”A strong slap landed on my face from Dad when he saw the report card I handed to him. I wasn’t surprised—I had already expected this to happen. The moment I saw my grades yesterday, I knew this was coming, so I wasn’t shocked when my father did this to me."You failed Filipino?! That’s the easiest subject, and you still flunked it? What kind of student are you? Do you even attend that class? I sent you to an expensive school so you could learn, and this is the kind of grades you show me? Do you really think I can accept this?" he yelled angrily before throwing my report card at me.I just lowered my head and wiped my cheek as tears started falling. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but here I am now, my tears flowing like a river as my father continued his scolding.“I-I’ll make it up, Dad. It’s only the second quarter—”"I don’t care what quarter it is! You still failed, and there’s nothing you can do to change that!" he cut me off. "And stop making excu