Plan To Love (Love Duology #2)

Chapter 38

[I suggest you listen to this song while reading this chapter: Buko- Jireh Lim.]

Chapter 38

Sorry

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The three left. They left me with Joseph, who kept checking me up even if I already told him that I'm fine. That I can take care of myself. Joseph insisted, and I couldn't stop him, especially when I can't walk properly.

Aside from my family, Joseph was the one who looked so mad when I woke up in the hospital. His anger grew when he heard that I couldn't participate in the contest that I've been practicing to. Of course, I was mad, too, but my anger won't do anything well, especially when Ava was already behind the bars. Ava's crime has tons of pieces of evidence. Alena, Nora, and Joseph stood as witnesses while Lila and Tita Jennaflor took the CCTV footage of the building. Some people also stood as witnesses since they heard me screaming when Ava was harming me.

Ava deserves what she got because hurting me is not fucking necessary. She loves Joseph, I understand, but hurting me is damn crossing the line. I can understand if she glares at me and throws hurtful words because of jealousy, but I will never understand nor try to understand why she needed to hurt me when I didn't do anything wrong to her. She's jealous of me? If yes, is that my fucking fault? No, it's not.

She deserves to be in jail. Though she explained that she was drunk that day, no one believed her when she was seen laughing when I rolled down the stairs. Ava was caught by Lila when she tried to run upon realizing that she was busted by the people whom she thought will believe her more than me. I didn't even need to tell them what happened because they already saw with their own eyes what happened.

I was still in the hospital when the competition started. I felt awful and pitiful because I worked hard to participate in the competition, yet Ava ruined it just because of her jealousy. I want to slap her because of what I needed to do despite the hardship I have experienced just to participate in the competition. I... I worked hard for it yet I am here, laying on the hospital bed, trying to distract myself.

"You know... You can cry," Joseph said while watching me, distracting myself.

"I don't want to cry," I simply replied.

I chewed the popcorn in my mouth as my eyes stared at my laptop's screen, where I was watching movies. Joseph was sitting on the monoblock beside my bed while watching me. He wasn't watching the movie, he was watching me, but I don't have any time to feel uncomfortable because his stares are working to distract me.

"But you need to cry," he sighed. "Just cry, Loveleeryna. Hindi ko 'yon ipagkakalat,"

"No," I replied.

"Ang tigas ng ulo," ring kong bulong nya.

"Mas matigas ang ulo mo, gago," bulong ko rin, na halatang nagpaparinig.

"Isip-bata," aniya, mas malakas na.

"Siraulo," balik ko.

"Puta," aniya.

"Puta ka rin," wika ko nang hindi siya tinitingnan.

Kita ko sa gilid ng mga mata ko ang pag-ikot ng kaniyang mga mata. Hindi ko na lang siya pinansin at mas pinagtuonan ng pansin ang movie na nakapaskil sa screen ng laptop na nakakandong sa akin. I was busy watching when I heard Joseph humming a familiar song. He was playing with his phone, too. He was playing the game with the piano. The familiar song was coming from his phone which made me froze on my stance before slowly looking at him.