The Life of a Secret Writer

CLUE 14

FAMILY TREE

Ren

"Finally, you got out in your hideout. Come here,"

A guy dressed with full army get up came closer to me when he notice that I don't have a plan to come near him.

"Who are you, what do you want from me?" Lumunok ako. "Bakit umabot sa ganto ang pagiging basher mo? We can talk about it calmly."

Kumunot ang noo ng lalaki. He looked at me weirdly. "I'm your basher?"

Natigilan ako, "..oo?"

"Bakit sikat ka ba?"

I froze.

"You don't know me?"

"I know you personally. That's why we're reclaiming what's ours."

Kumunot ang noo ko. I don't know him. Never in my life have I ever met him. Is he some obsess fan of mine? Pero hindi naman siguro aabot sa punto na ganto.

"Baka wrong info kayo. Sa iba nyo nalang gawin mga trip nyo. Pakawalan n'yo na ako."

He smirked. "So it's true, you really don't recognize us anymore huh. Damn, they really did well hiding you."

"What are you talking about?"

"There is a reason why all your life you thought you don't have any relatives."

Oh.

"My parents died early and I know that I don't have any relatives."

"Wrong. If your parents died while your young, then how come you survive to live with money privileged."

"I have trust funds from my parents-"

"C'mon, don't give me that reason, aren't you curious where the money came from? We know all know that.. those trust fund of yours can raised you for a lifetime without you working.." he stared at me, watching my reactions.

"-but the real question is why are you always hiding? If you're really famous.. We all know that no one wanted to hide from their fans. Don't be hypocrite I know you like the feeling of being idolize by others."

Of, course. I'm not gonna lie. Sino ba naman ang aayaw sa mga taong nakakaapreciate ng pinaghirapan mo? I love them. I love my fans so much. I really wanted to meet them. Sila ang unang naniwala sa kakayahan ko. I always admire them from afar that there's so many times I wanted to reveal myself to the public.

But I'm not gonna risk their precious life just to meet me.

Never again.

I lose many important persons in my life. I can't afford to lose innocent people.

I remember how my parents taught me to stay lowkey and taught me to hide when I was young. We always change location every year and the house where I live was the last address that we stayed before they died.. protecting me..

"You are hiding for a reason. Don't pretend that you don't know the reason."

I blink.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He laugh mockingly, "Really.." He laugh for a minute that I spend my time just watching him laughing his ass off. After a minute his expression changed. He now looked like he wanted to kill me.

"Liar." He said coldly.

I blink again.

Sino ba s'ya at bakit ginugulo nila buhay ko. I spend my whole life hiding from people.. until I found my passion.. I just wanted to write peacefully and yet I can't fully introduce myself to my readers and this is the fucking reason. This fucking criminals.