"Are you crazy Sereia? You don't know what world is waiting for you outside this orphanage. You better put back your belongings before someone else sees you," Devika said in a moderate tone.
She is watching me pack my things, attempting to stop me from leaving this place, the place where I stayed for how many years, in the middle of the night. "I'm old enough Devika, I'm already nineteen years old and I am fully aware of what I'm doing," I replied and closed the zipper of the black duffle bag. I need to hurry and leave before the mother superior wakes up and finds out about my plan. I couldn't get caught or else there will be no chance left for me. I've been preparing for this for a long time and I must succeed tonight no matter what happens. "You're out of your mind. What makes you think a better world is waiting for you outside? There are bad people there waiting to commit a crime to relieve themselves. You have no idea what the real world is, just stay here," Devika sermoned and shook her head. I looked at her, eye-to-eye. "I'll stay here and what? Become a nun when I turn twenty and be one of the mother superiors in the future? Devika I never wanted to become one of them," I pointed out. It's not that I have a grudge towards the people inside this place. I am thankful to them, but being grateful is enough. No need to follow their steps just to show that I appreciate their help towards me. "Is that the real reason, Sereia? Or until now you're still hoping to see your parents?" I can sense she's about to get mad. Pain hit me like a bullet when she suddenly mentioned my parents. She knew my story but I never heard her talk about my parents... Not until now. I just sighed and did not answer. What's the purpose of lying when we both know what's the truth? Silence filled the room when I did not answer. When I looked at Devika, I saw pity in her eyes while staring at me like the poor kid that I was years ago. My heart is slowly breaking, remembering what happened twelve years ago. I wanted to cry to express the pain but I would suffer more of it if I would waste my time crying instead of proceeding with my plan. "I'm sorry Devika. I love you and you're like a sister to me, but forgive me, I would not stay. The suffering is too much to carry, I need to do something before the curtain closes," I apologetically said. She did not respond so I considered that as my cue. I took the duffle bag from the bed and looked at the wall clock hanging beside the door. It's 1 am already. Devika did not look at me when I approached her and hugged her for the last time. I don't know when will I see her again but I hope that time will come. I stopped myself from crying and held my emotions. This decision is depressing but I know someday she will understand why I'm leaving. "Thank you for everything." That's my last goodbye before carefully leaving or should I say escape from the orphanage. Luckily everyone was asleep aside from me and Devika that's why it was easy for me to leave. I felt sad and at the same time happy when I finally stepped out of the place. I feel free and refreshed to walk outside without worrying about returning. Though the place healed and satisfied me spiritually, I didn't feel freedom because the chain of being a nun was choking me. I did not want anyone to adopt me that's why the mother superior wanted me to be one of them instead, which I didn't want to happen. That's the reason why I'm here, walking out of nowhere in the street. All I have is the lamppost in this dark street. Maybe some would be scared doing this, but I'm determined. I don't think my fear could stop me right now. I have no idea what time is it already nor how many hours have been since I left. I don't have a cellphone or a watch to check the time. I sighed and rubbed my palms together to produce heat. The wind is too cold and I don't know where exactly am I going. "Hmm..." I hummed, trying to entertain myself while walking. As I was about to sing one of my favorite songs, a flash of light suddenly illuminated my way which made me stop walking. I turned around and I saw a car moving toward me. I wasn't sure what kind of car was it because the lights were too bright for me to see. This is the third car that I saw, two cars passed me a while ago but they did not stop for me, which I found okay. I continued walking and put on my hood, waiting for the car to pass me because it was moving too slowly. Maybe because it was dark and the driver wanted to drive safely. When the car was about to pass me, it suddenly stopped beside so did I. I was confusedly looking at the car when it pulled over beside me. Was the driver giving me a free ride? Or confused why am I walking alone in this semi-dark place? For about thirty seconds, nothing happened so I assume the driver did not want anything. I was about to continue walking again but the passenger seat unexpectedly opened and a tall man came out, facing me. I tried to look at his face but his cap was covering his eyes and nose, making me unable to recognize him. "Do you need something?" I politely asked. Maybe they want to ask for directions? I thought he was going to answer me but I was shocked when he suddenly grabbed my left arm and pulled me closer to him, covering my mouth to stop me from making any noise. "Hmp!" I tried struggling to set myself free but he was just too strong for me. The man opened the back door using his right hand and tried to get me in but I refused. "Let me go!" I screamed when he removed his hand from my mouth. I dropped my duffle bag already from fighting against his grip but I couldn't do anything. "Stop wiggling," he said and pushed me hard inside the car when he lost his temper. I tripped and that was an advantage for him to put me inside the car. I was starting to panic and cry but I still tried to set myself free. I kicked the door, stopping the man to close it but someone pulled my arm again which made me lose my balance inside the car. I fell from the car's chair that's why the man had the chance to close it. I looked at the person who pulled me and saw that it was the driver. I tried opening the door and pressing everything, hoping to unlock it but until the other man hopped in and the car started moving, I wasn't able to unlock it. Tears started coming out from my eyes because of fear, my body was shaking as well. I was afraid of what might happen to me knowing they're guys and I am a lady. "What do you want?!" Fear succumbed to my soul yet the question escaped my mouth, trying to know what they were up to. I saw them put a black mask on their faces which made me crease my forehead but before I could react, a smoke coming from nowhere suddenly took place and the next thing I knew, I fell asleep. — Dried throat and mild headache. That's what embraced me the moment I opened my eyes when I woke up. I am currently lying on a black soft bed in a spacious cold room which seems unfamiliar to me. I jolted when I remembered the last memory I had before fainting inside the car. I looked around and noticed that the light was dim, enough to see things around me but not enough to see them. There was a couch and bed, that's the only thing here. I tried moving but immediately stopped when I felt something tight on my ankle. I gasped and my heart started pumping hard when I saw a chain connected to the bed and my ankle. I tried pulling away but the chain was too big and the bed was too heavy. What is happening? I scanned my body trying to look for any wound but I didn't see one. I'm relieved no part of my body feels different. "I need to escape," I whispered to myself and was about to search for something that I could use to break the chains, but before I could do that, the door of this room suddenly opened. A man who was unfamiliar to me came in and closed the door directly after he got in. It was a bit dark but I can still see the figure of the man and his face. I couldn't deny that I was stunned when I saw his face and met his eyes. He has the face that a lady like me would surely like and a height that many would dream of. He is wearing a jacket so I couldn't tell his body type but I am sure he has a fit one. "Good to see you here, finally." I came back to my senses after hearing his baritone voice. That's when I realized that I was kidnapped and the man in front of me could be the person responsible for this. "Why am I here? Did you order those men to bring me here?" I bravely asked. He started stepping closer to me and I alerted myself. I shouldn't let my guard down because of his physical appearance. I once learned in the orphanage that the devil uses their attractive appearance to easily lure their victims. The man stopped beside the bed where I was sitting, having enough distance from me. I couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous face. The more he comes closer, the more he becomes attractive. "How do you feel? Are you hungry?" he asked as if he didn't hear my question. The way he talks to me, he sounds very casual like he's just talking to someone whom he already knows for many years. "I am not, and I don't need food. I want your answer, Mister," I said in a demanding tone. However, instead of receiving an answer, he only smirked at me like I was entertaining him. "How impatient." I furrowed my forehead. "What?" I moved a little and the chains made noise because of it. His attention then disported to my foot. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly as if he was talking to a child. His tone was the same tone we use whenever we talk to the younger orphans so they wouldn't fear us. I panicked when the man continued taking steps closer to me. He was closing our distance and it was scaring me, I wanted to run away but the chain was not long enough. "Stop! Stop right there!" I shouted. He did not listen until he reached me. I thought he was going to do something that's why I tried pulling the chain for me to move away. To my surprise, he did not touch me. He pressed something on the chain and I heard a click. The thing fell off the floor so I pulled my foot away from him as fast as I could. He saw what I did but he didn't react. "Thank you, but I am leaving now. I am not going to report you for kidnapping me because you didn't do anything bad to me but I would like you not to do this again. This is bad and you shouldn't do it." I turned my back at him and I was already ready to leave the bed and leave this place but I was stopped by a large strong hand. "Ah!" The man pushed me back, not letting me pass through him. "Let me go! I said I'll not report you!" I screamed. I am starting to panic again. Who knows what is running on his mind and what he's planning to do? He is a man and I am just a weak woman. "Report me or not, I don't care Sereia. You're not going to leave this place unless I let you," he said in a cold shivering voice. The soft tone that I heard from him a while ago was now gone. What I see now is a scary man, using his strength to pin me down. "What did I do? I-I don't even know you. Please, just let me go," I weakly said. Is this the real world? People would abduct you even if you didn't do anything bad to them? "Calm down, it's not as if I'm going to kill you." My breath fastened. "Then what do you want from me? I don't have anything, just let me go." I don't know what to feel this time. If only I knew that this would happen, I would've listened to Devika. If she finds out I'm in this situation, she'll surely hit me and say she warned me. I looked straight into his eyes, they were very beautiful. I was looking at him intently directly in the eyes and he was doing the same. We were just looking at each other. "Don't give me those lines Sereia. You're here so you're going to follow my orders whether you like it or not. I'm so done with your family and I've waited enough. The suffering you've caused me is too much. Now, it's my turn." What?"What are you talking about? M-My family? You know my parents?" I asked. My voice was full of hope. I've never felt this way before and it's so overwhelming. I stepped closer to him, demanding an answer at the sudden mention of my 'family.' He furrowed his eyebrows after seeing my reaction, not expecting me to react that way. He seemed stunned but I did not ask further so we won't lose the direction of the conversation. That doesn't matter to me now, all I want to discern is if he knows something about my parents. "I'm not buying your lies and actings, Sereia Villamor." He strode closer, towering over me. "Just tell me where your parents are and I'll let you go, safe and sound." I eyed him full of turmoil. Why does he persist in asking me where my parents are? If I knew, he wouldn't have to ask me multiple times. I wasn't able to answer him because I didn't have an answer to give in the first place. Why don't he listen to me? I slowly shook my head. I don't think we're ha
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this foolishness. Tomorrow morning, I'll return you to the orpha—" "No!" Zadkiro furrowed his forehead when I unexpectedly cut him off, not allowing him to finish what he was saying. He stared at me with concern and difficulty as he saw how I opposed the idea of returning to the orphanage. He was staring at me as if he was waiting for an explanation of why I burst out like that. "Please no, I-I already left there..." I said in a low tone. If I needed to plead then I would do it. I don't want to go back there anymore! He doesn't have an idea what he is talking about. Zadkiro gaped at me and was still disturbed. He was speechless for a minute and was examining me before he slowly shook his head and spoke out. "I've already chatted to Mother Fatima, the head of the orphanage, she told me you were missing. They didn't know you left, you have no idea how anxious they are right now," he stated in a firm tone. I swallowed greedily to calm my ner
"This will be your room from now on, I've already asked the maid to clean it so you can use it comfortably," Zadkiro said as we walked inside this elegant room. The walls were painted white with gold lining which makes it look more classy. There's a huge bed in the center, and the blanket and covers are the same shade of rose gold. The color of the bed matches the couch and bedside table as well. I was amazed at how the room looked. I've never been into such a graceful space. What made me drop my jaw even more was the TV hanging on the wall. I couldn't believe Zadkiro was letting me stay in a room like this. This is heaven! "Uh? Are you okay? Don't you like the room?" I looked at Zadkiro, I didn't know he was watching my reaction and misunderstood it. I immediately smiled. "No, I love it. It's so beautiful actually. Are you sure I can stay here?" I asked. He smiled at me genuinely. The smile that never failed to reassure me every time we were talking. "Of course, from now
"She can't be forced to do physical movement until her wound gets better. Once her wound opens, it would be dangerous for her and may cause infection." I was woken up by the angelic voice of a woman who I think was talking to someone. I hadn't fully woke up but different feelings welcomed me. My throat was very dry, my left hand felt numb and I could feel my stomach aching. I felt very weak and I couldn't even move my hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who the woman was talking to a while ago. Dim light embraced my sight the moment I unclosed my eyes. I looked around me and I was surprised when I saw two people beside me. "She's awake." Zadkiro leaned towards me when the woman said those words. I looked deeply into his eyes and saw worry. He was looking at me as if he was sorry, those eyes were soft and glistening. "Hey, how are you? Do you feel any pain?" he asked in a concerned tone. I felt him touch my hand carefully. I shut my eyes and gulped, trying to pull ou
It's been five days since I woke up from my short-term coma after Zadkiro's brother shot me for who knows why. My recovery was going well, thanks to Zadkiro and his maid, Rosia. Not only did they help me but they provided for my needs as well, Zadkiro in particular. As I sat near the pool, the cold breeze of the air that touched my skin was so gentle. The fresh scent of flowers around the pool area was soothing to my worries. I took a sip of my coffee and sighed. The days were so fast that I hadn't noticed how long I'd been staying in this house. One week? Eight days? Confusion filled my thoughts while trying to remember, my stay felt longer. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching which made me look in the direction where the sound was coming. I saw Zadkiro, who was in his grey sweatpants and black hoodie, hair mussed from sleep, walking towards me with his hands in his pocket. I can see that he just woke up. "Good morning," I greeted him with a smile as I placed the cup on
"Pick the clothes that are comfortable for you, I could suggest but it might not be your fashion," Zadkiro said after I asked him what clothes I should pick. I was surprised when he invited me to come here and told me we should buy things for myself. I refused but he said it's one of his ways to say sorry for the trouble that he did not cause. I don't know where my clothes were from the orphanage, maybe I left them on the road where they grabbed me or they threw them away. "What about long sleeves and jogging pants?" I asked, showing him the stall where different clothes are presentably arranged. That's what I usually wear but I still want to ask his opinion since it is his money that we're going to use to pay for my needs. "Okay then, grab as many as you want. We don't know when we'll be back here again." I only nodded at him and started picking the colors that I wanted. I decided to choose a plain one, I don't want too many designs on my clothes because it doesn't look go
"Come out come out little Sereia, Mommy wants to hug you now." I covered my mouth in order not to create any sound while trying to fit myself in this cabinet. I was shaking and sweaty because of fear. I don't understand why Mommy was holding a knife with blood on it and was trying to attack me using it. She isn't like this, she was lovely and she used to make me feel loved. What happened to her? I peeked through the small hole in the cabinet and I saw her smiling like a devil while sitting on my bed. Mommy was playing with the knife in her hand like she was being possessed. "I only want to hug my baby Sereia. Why is she hiding from me?" she said talking to herself. I wanted to run towards her and hug her but I know she's not in her normal self. Maybe I should just wait for my Daddy and ask for help. I'm sure he'll be here anytime soon. "Na ah ah, now where are you Sereia! Show yourself or Mommy's gonna be mad at you?" She looked around and I almost jolted when her eyes st
"How stupid could you be?! Your task was the simplest among every mission that a mafia could do! Why did the fuck did you fail?" I haven't reached the ground floor of this mansion yet but I can already hear Zadkiro's loud voice coming downstairs. I was planning to get a drink for myself since the weather was a bit cold but I did not expect to hear Zadkiro's thundering voice, he seemed to be scolding his men. That's what I guess because I could see a lot of men in black inside the house. I used to see them outside and if ever I saw them inside, they were not this many. Perhaps Zadkiro gathered them 'cause something happened and that's what made him upset. I continued walking on the stairs until I could finally see what was happening. Zadkiro was panting while his hands were resting on his waist. He looks mad and frustrated at the same time while his men are silently looking down. Some noticed my presence but no one made a reaction about it. They all look worried and problematic
"Aish! Why do I need to wash all of these? Don't you have a washing machine? My hands are reddish already," I complained and looked at Santiago. He was sitting beside me with his legs crossed while cleaning his nails with that pink liquid and white cloth. Zadkiro assigned him to look after me and make sure I did all the laundry before dawn. This is my punishment and it was against my will because I don't own any of these clothes. All of this was bedsheets, dark clothes that I don't know who owns, and pillowcases. I don't know how long I've been handwashing these but I am already tired and my hands are starting to get swollen. "We do have a washing machine, but Sir Zadkiro told me not to allow you to use it," he nonchalantly answered. "How heartless," I mumbled and continued doing my work. Maybe I could finish this tomorrow if Zadkiro finishes it, I won't mind. I think it's better than doing nothing. "By the way Santiago, can I ask you a question?" I started a conversation betwe
"How stupid could you be?! Your task was the simplest among every mission that a mafia could do! Why did the fuck did you fail?" I haven't reached the ground floor of this mansion yet but I can already hear Zadkiro's loud voice coming downstairs. I was planning to get a drink for myself since the weather was a bit cold but I did not expect to hear Zadkiro's thundering voice, he seemed to be scolding his men. That's what I guess because I could see a lot of men in black inside the house. I used to see them outside and if ever I saw them inside, they were not this many. Perhaps Zadkiro gathered them 'cause something happened and that's what made him upset. I continued walking on the stairs until I could finally see what was happening. Zadkiro was panting while his hands were resting on his waist. He looks mad and frustrated at the same time while his men are silently looking down. Some noticed my presence but no one made a reaction about it. They all look worried and problematic
"Come out come out little Sereia, Mommy wants to hug you now." I covered my mouth in order not to create any sound while trying to fit myself in this cabinet. I was shaking and sweaty because of fear. I don't understand why Mommy was holding a knife with blood on it and was trying to attack me using it. She isn't like this, she was lovely and she used to make me feel loved. What happened to her? I peeked through the small hole in the cabinet and I saw her smiling like a devil while sitting on my bed. Mommy was playing with the knife in her hand like she was being possessed. "I only want to hug my baby Sereia. Why is she hiding from me?" she said talking to herself. I wanted to run towards her and hug her but I know she's not in her normal self. Maybe I should just wait for my Daddy and ask for help. I'm sure he'll be here anytime soon. "Na ah ah, now where are you Sereia! Show yourself or Mommy's gonna be mad at you?" She looked around and I almost jolted when her eyes st
"Pick the clothes that are comfortable for you, I could suggest but it might not be your fashion," Zadkiro said after I asked him what clothes I should pick. I was surprised when he invited me to come here and told me we should buy things for myself. I refused but he said it's one of his ways to say sorry for the trouble that he did not cause. I don't know where my clothes were from the orphanage, maybe I left them on the road where they grabbed me or they threw them away. "What about long sleeves and jogging pants?" I asked, showing him the stall where different clothes are presentably arranged. That's what I usually wear but I still want to ask his opinion since it is his money that we're going to use to pay for my needs. "Okay then, grab as many as you want. We don't know when we'll be back here again." I only nodded at him and started picking the colors that I wanted. I decided to choose a plain one, I don't want too many designs on my clothes because it doesn't look go
It's been five days since I woke up from my short-term coma after Zadkiro's brother shot me for who knows why. My recovery was going well, thanks to Zadkiro and his maid, Rosia. Not only did they help me but they provided for my needs as well, Zadkiro in particular. As I sat near the pool, the cold breeze of the air that touched my skin was so gentle. The fresh scent of flowers around the pool area was soothing to my worries. I took a sip of my coffee and sighed. The days were so fast that I hadn't noticed how long I'd been staying in this house. One week? Eight days? Confusion filled my thoughts while trying to remember, my stay felt longer. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching which made me look in the direction where the sound was coming. I saw Zadkiro, who was in his grey sweatpants and black hoodie, hair mussed from sleep, walking towards me with his hands in his pocket. I can see that he just woke up. "Good morning," I greeted him with a smile as I placed the cup on
"She can't be forced to do physical movement until her wound gets better. Once her wound opens, it would be dangerous for her and may cause infection." I was woken up by the angelic voice of a woman who I think was talking to someone. I hadn't fully woke up but different feelings welcomed me. My throat was very dry, my left hand felt numb and I could feel my stomach aching. I felt very weak and I couldn't even move my hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who the woman was talking to a while ago. Dim light embraced my sight the moment I unclosed my eyes. I looked around me and I was surprised when I saw two people beside me. "She's awake." Zadkiro leaned towards me when the woman said those words. I looked deeply into his eyes and saw worry. He was looking at me as if he was sorry, those eyes were soft and glistening. "Hey, how are you? Do you feel any pain?" he asked in a concerned tone. I felt him touch my hand carefully. I shut my eyes and gulped, trying to pull ou
"This will be your room from now on, I've already asked the maid to clean it so you can use it comfortably," Zadkiro said as we walked inside this elegant room. The walls were painted white with gold lining which makes it look more classy. There's a huge bed in the center, and the blanket and covers are the same shade of rose gold. The color of the bed matches the couch and bedside table as well. I was amazed at how the room looked. I've never been into such a graceful space. What made me drop my jaw even more was the TV hanging on the wall. I couldn't believe Zadkiro was letting me stay in a room like this. This is heaven! "Uh? Are you okay? Don't you like the room?" I looked at Zadkiro, I didn't know he was watching my reaction and misunderstood it. I immediately smiled. "No, I love it. It's so beautiful actually. Are you sure I can stay here?" I asked. He smiled at me genuinely. The smile that never failed to reassure me every time we were talking. "Of course, from now
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this foolishness. Tomorrow morning, I'll return you to the orpha—" "No!" Zadkiro furrowed his forehead when I unexpectedly cut him off, not allowing him to finish what he was saying. He stared at me with concern and difficulty as he saw how I opposed the idea of returning to the orphanage. He was staring at me as if he was waiting for an explanation of why I burst out like that. "Please no, I-I already left there..." I said in a low tone. If I needed to plead then I would do it. I don't want to go back there anymore! He doesn't have an idea what he is talking about. Zadkiro gaped at me and was still disturbed. He was speechless for a minute and was examining me before he slowly shook his head and spoke out. "I've already chatted to Mother Fatima, the head of the orphanage, she told me you were missing. They didn't know you left, you have no idea how anxious they are right now," he stated in a firm tone. I swallowed greedily to calm my ner
"What are you talking about? M-My family? You know my parents?" I asked. My voice was full of hope. I've never felt this way before and it's so overwhelming. I stepped closer to him, demanding an answer at the sudden mention of my 'family.' He furrowed his eyebrows after seeing my reaction, not expecting me to react that way. He seemed stunned but I did not ask further so we won't lose the direction of the conversation. That doesn't matter to me now, all I want to discern is if he knows something about my parents. "I'm not buying your lies and actings, Sereia Villamor." He strode closer, towering over me. "Just tell me where your parents are and I'll let you go, safe and sound." I eyed him full of turmoil. Why does he persist in asking me where my parents are? If I knew, he wouldn't have to ask me multiple times. I wasn't able to answer him because I didn't have an answer to give in the first place. Why don't he listen to me? I slowly shook my head. I don't think we're ha