Alignment of the Stars

Chapter 3

His face was so pleasant, yet formal. The way he acts compare to his action in the incident was different. He was so neat, his uniform was fit defining the form of his body.

"You don't have to give me a tip, and besides I owe you right? For the scratches on your car? Thank you and I hope you enjoy your meal." He said

I was still stunned by what happened. Did I saw him again? Is he the guy from the car and tricycle concussion? But his aura changed, the same goes for his behavior, bipolar? I just smiled a bit thinking about the idea of how he changed personalities just to earn money. My phone vibrated, as Lydia called.

"Mik, I'm already at home. My mother called me. We're going to see Dad. Sorry if I wasn't able to tell you. I was in a hurry. Love you" ending her call.

I continue reading that I entirely didn't notice the time. It was already 8:30 pm and my curfew is 8:00. I texted Kuya Kael to pick me up. I grabbed my things and head outside the mall. It was crowded and too noisy. A lot of smoke was infiltrating my nose. I was just standing, waiting for Kuya Kael when a man who was in the '30s stares at me. His malicious eyes were browsing my body. I rolled my eyes and checked my phone instead. I was so focused on my phone that I didn't notice that he was already beside me. He was thumping smoke from his mouth. The smell of a cigarette makes me dizzy. I distanced myself but he draws near to me. He starts to wrap his arms around my shoulder and whispered in my ears.

"Are you waiting for me?" He said and he tried to lick my ears.

I pushed him, but he was too strong. He tried to threaten me with a knife. My situation was life over dignity.

"Try to shout and I'll stab this knife" he was covering the knife in his jacket. I can feel the pointed and tapered tip of it.

He was just waiting for the right time and moment for us to leave. Until it came.

"Come with me." He said

I don't know where we are heading. Only the darkness was my companion to make me feel safe. I can hear the splashes of the water. The wind blowing my hair, touching my skin. The shivers that the knife give made me silent.

"Now, no one can finally disturb us!"
He grins.

The affliction that I was carrying seems to drown me. Each grasp of him, slowly yanking the clothing that I was in. Bestow a lot of sinister passionate kisses as the lips dampen into my skin. It went from slow and thorough to violent within instants. He was holding my two hands. I have no power, I can't. I can't fight back. I tried to ask for help, but my scream and shout were just like the sea's voice for him; seductive, inviting and a wander for all souls.

I was raped, raped into pieces, as my dignity was stolen. Hence, I am feeding his lust and drowning amid the astonishing concoction of fear, trauma, and despair.

"Tell something about this, and I'll kill you and your father. I know where you're staying. Be careful. It's not just your life that your carrying anymore. Till next time". He smiled

Only the sky substantiated what happened, the stars. Leaving me with silence. I cried. I didn't do anything to save myself. I'm weak. And maybe that's the reason why I always get manipulated by men. I can't live like this. I slowly grabbed my clothes, I feel so dirty. My clothes, my skin, myself. It's like my soul was prepared to be eaten by the demons. I was walking in the streets, my hair was loose, my face has dirt, my clothes were scraped, barefooted. I was crying until Kuya Kael found me.

"Ma'am what happened? Are you okay? Ma'am? What happened to you?" he asked.

I replied to him with a smile.

The water touching my skin reminded me of those kisses. The water cleansed my body but why do I still feel dirty? Why?  I have nothing to show to my father, to my friends, and my mom.
I want to die right now. I throw all the stuff inside the bathroom. I broke the mirror with a force. I felt the pain. The blood falling from my fist. Why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I? I was crying. Seeing myself devastated made me kill myself, my soul. I was shouting, but why didn't I shouted? Why? I look at myself in the broken mirror. I smiled I can hear daddy knocking on the door, asking me if I'm okay. Am I okay? I want to tell him what happened, I want to tell him the truth but I can't. I'm afraid that he might be in beneath the elms-die. We were now his puppet. Me and my dad were under the control of the ghoul, and he's waiting for me. Waiting for me to feed his soul.