Dumb Bitch Club (Stray Kids ff)

I Was Only Ten... ⛓23

My cat is so cute🥰 (agree or else👁👁) also I have no clue where this chapter came from. My fingers just started typing.

[Kyla's POV]

Its the end of day two of the mission, four days until my birthday on Saturday.

It was a little unnerving to know that a big party will be thrown for me, but I won't know most of the people attending.

The first day here at my fathers estate went okay. We explored the property a little, then had dinner soon after. My dad was "busy" at the time, so he couldn't join us.

Today, he took all of us out to explore a few of Manila's highlights. One of them being the 'SM Mall of Asia'.

The place was massive, we visited a few shops here and there. Did some shopping, and got treated to lunch.

My father wouldn't let me spend a penny. Today, he really tried to make it up to me. He was a man of his word.

I started felt guilty of everything.

I don't know why.

Probably because we're on a mission to rob him, but it was more than that.

I hated him most of my life, and now that I think about it... I couldn't think of answer as to why...

Thinking back, I vaguely remember my first visit to my homeland.

I was ten years old. We spent two weeks in my mother's hometown, Subic. I met so many unknown family members in my first week. We all spent Christmas and New Years there.

Meanwhile my father was with his other family.

My half sisters, Alia and Asia.

Alia is only a only few years older than me, I believe she 26 right now. Asia's only 14.

I haven't seen them yet.

When I visited years ago, I only met Alia. She was gorgeous, a pageant girl, a model.

I remember envying her so much. Back then she seemed nice enough, yet I have a feeling that time's changed. We have each others socials, but never bothered to contact one another.

For me, I was just too scared to.

Thinking to myself and reliving all of those choppy memories, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Felix's soft snores and the fan being the only sounds echoing in the spacious room.

Looking to my side, the man's back faced me, as I mindlessly watched his body rise and fall with every breath.

Listening to my own thoughts some more, I turned away from Felix and began to stare at the wall. A sudden memory triggering a few tears to slip from my eyes.

Our last day in Subic.

We already said goodbye to our family members and finished piling in the van.

I remember feeling off at that moment.

The day before hand, father promised to say goodbye before we left for the city.

Keeping his words in mind, I impatiently sat in my seat waiting for his arrival.

Five minutes passed and we're ready to go.

He still was gone.

Giving in to disappointment. My mom told me to keep my head high.

She said I didn't need him. I was perfectly fine for 10 years without him, so why should have I cried then?