Presque Vu [Phenomena Series #3]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

Damn, I missed my Mom. Bakit ba kasi kailangan ko pang maging ama 'yung putanginang senador na 'yon? Now, I can't see my Mom because that damn senator kept on bugging her whenever she's coming home and she's not fine. She may be a doctor but she also needs therapist for all the things that she experienced with the fucker with no balls.

"Mommy will promise that she'll be strong enough to handle your Papa."

Well... how many times did she tell me that for the past six years that she's not here? But I don't really mind it—as long as that senator won't bug her anymore.

"Don't you call him that. He doesn't deserve it. Now, Mom. Tell me stories about you for the past few weeks."

She smiled and she started talking about how her past days and weeks has been and how she's spending her Christmas Eve on the hospital later, since she needs to be on duty. We kept on exchanging stories about how our days have been. She even asked how Twila's doing since I introduced them to each other and I just told her that she's fine, spending her holidays with her family.

I know that she's just waiting for the 12 o'clock to strike that's why she has a lot of questions to me, and I appreciate it. This is one of the reasons why I don't mind being alone in holidays because she never made me feel that.

"I need to sleep, son. I haven't slept yet. I called you straight from my duty," she said.

I nodded and smiled at her. "Okay, Mom. Take a rest. I love you and I'll come there soon, okay?"

She smiled. "I love you so much, son! Thank you for being my reason to live. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I love you sobra sobra!"

She even kissed the screen, making me so happy. Damn, my Mommy actually looked younger than her age. She would've dated so many men if she didn't develop a phobia with men like the senator. Now, she can't date anyone anymore.

I sighed when the call ended. Doon ko pa lang naramdaman ang sobrang lungkot at pangungulila sa pamilya. If only I insist on coming with my Mom, I didn't have to spend these fucking holidays alone.

But if I stayed with Mom, I would never met Twila, and I think, that would be worse.

Itinuloy ko na ang pag-inom ng Tequila. Usually, on Christmas and New Year's Eve, I would drink so much alcohol until I pass out, but right now, it feels like I can never be drunk even though how much alcohol I'd take.

Twila never left my mind. Fuck, why is she not calling or texting me?

I sighed as I poured another shot on my glass. Paubos na ang Tequila ko pero pakiramdam ko, nasa wisyo pa rin ako, hindi katulad noon na sobrang lasing na ako kapag ganitong nakaubos na ako ng isang buong bote ng Tequila.

After the Tequila, I stood up and get another bottle of Whiskey. I opened it and started drinking, drowning myself with alcohol, so that I won't think of Twila this way.

I checked the time and it's 2:43 a.m.

In few hours, the sun will rise, and there's no fucking sign of Twila. Fuck.

Few minutes have passed, someone rang the doorbell. I don't know who the fuck that is but with my state right now, I don't know if I can walk properly. I'm too drunk to walk that I think, I'd pass out if I started walking.

But the doorbell rang again and it made me curious who the fuck rang the fucking bell at this fucking hour. I will smash that fucker's face after I opened the goddamn door!

As I started walking to the door, the bell rang again and it made me feel irritated.

"Sandali! Putang ina!"

The doorbell stopped ringing. I wanted to look at the peephole and check who this fucker was but I am too dizzy to see clearly. I opened the door and ready to shout at the person, who's ringing the fucking doorbell at this hour, but I only stood there, frozen, unable to move and unable to believe who's in front of me now.

I gulped as my eyes started to heat.

"Lily..."

She smiled at me with her eyes, watering, before she started talking. "Merry Christmas, baby."

And for the first time, I cried.

For the first time in my twenty-two years of existence, I cried for a woman who's in front of me now, carrying her things that she brought when I drove her to Baguio.

For the first time in my life, I cried for someone who's crying too, in front of me, looking so relieved now that she's in front of me.

"I'm so sorry, I lost my phone," she cried. "I'm so sorry for letting you celebrate Christmas Eve alone. I'm sorry—"

I cut her off when I pulled her inside and kissed her. I lost my balance because I was too drunk to stand still but she supported me. We walked, kissing, all the way to the living room. I pushed her to the couch without breaking the kiss.

"I was worried," I said, kissing her neck. She grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me closer as she moan slightly. "I was worried. I thought that you left me," I said as I almost cry again.

I felt her legs spread before she wrapped it around mine. She held my face, kissing my lips again before she answered. "I won't leave you for anyone else."

I opened my eyes and with the blurry vision I have, I saw how sincere she is, right now, staring directly at my eyes. I kissed her again and she kissed me back. I kissed her so bad that I fell on the floor, making our position to be reversed. Now, she's on top of me, still kissing me.

I wanted her so bad and I know that she feels the same, but I was afraid because I remembered what we talked about this thing before; her thing with Vance. I don't want that to happen to us too.

Also, my manhood never gets harden when I'm this fucking drunk. Damn it!

"Twila..."

She answered with a hmm and it made me want her even more, but I can't. My hands travelled inside her clothes, tracing her bare back up and down. My hands brushed with the hook of her bra. For a minute, I want to tear it apart and remove it, but that talk I had with her always stopped me.

I rolled over so that I'll be the one on top of her, kissing her so aggressively. She never made me feel this way before and I hate that I can't control it now because I missed her so bad. I never felt this way with the women I had in the past and feeling this way doesn't feel so damn good, especially when something's holding you back.

"I want you," I moaned, kissing her collarbone. "But I can't..."

I felt her neck moved. "Why?" she asked, panting.

"I can't do sex when I'm too drunk," I groan as I felt the frustration when my lips brushed to her clothes. "But I fucking want you."

I heard her giggle. She didn't stop me even when my hands entered inside her clothes again! Damn, woman, do you want to lose interest in this relationship too? And with the way her legs are wrapped around mine, it feels like she doesn't want me to move away.

Fuck!

I tore her clothes and removed her brassiere while I was kissing her chest. I played with her mounds as she started moaning louder. I felt her fingernails bury on my back. Damn it.

"Aldrin," she moaned as she called my name with her shaking voice.

I am dizzy as fuck. I want to continue but I know that I can't. My lips travelled to her lips again as both of my hands played with both of her mounds again, making her moan and grind to me.

She wanted me...

She wanted to do it with me too, the way I want to, but I'm afraid of what will happen next. I'm afraid of what will happen to our relationship if we continue this.

It wasn't my intention to sleep, but I know that I fell asleep on top of her. It wasn't my plan to sleep on her but I did... and I don't know what to feel about it.