Mended Broken Souls (✔️)

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

TW: Violence

"Lasing ka? Ganiyan ka nang babae ngayon?! Ang kapal naman ng mukha mong umuwi pa sa ganiyang kalagayan! Anong masasabi ng mga taong makakakita sa 'yo? Na naglalasing ka dahil hiwalay na kayo ng boyfriend mong pinsan mo?!"

One slap from my mother made my body weakens more, the reason why I fell on the ground feebly. Napasandal ako sa dingding at itinuon ang tingin sa sahig. I'm too worn out with this shit.

"Hindi ka sasagot?! Bingi-bingihan dahil totoo? Hah! Kailan ka ba babangon diyan sa kahibangan mo?!"

I didn't anticipate the next thing she did. She pulled my hair harshly for me to stand up and face her. Masakit ang pagkahawak niya rito na parang matatanggal na ang anit ko, pero hindi ko pinahalata sa kaniya na nasasaktan ako. Diniinan pa niya ito, dahilan para mapapikit ako sa sakit.

"I already woke up from that, Ma'am. What I don't really understand is you still often push that as a reason of my distress. Ikaw yata ang 'di maka-move on." I chuckled sarcastically.

Mas lalong naging malala ang galit na nakaguhit sa kaniyang mukha. Habang hawak niya sa kaliwang kamay ang buhok ko, sinampal niya ulit ako gamit ang kanang kamay, mas malala sa nauna.

"Bastos ka talaga!" She grabbed the flower vase on the table near us.

Umamba siyang itatama sa akin ito pero nagsalita ulit ako, "Go ahead, Ma'am. Grab the chance to entirely hurt me through any kind of pain. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. Sagarin mo na. Tutal, diyan ka naman po magaling, 'di ba? Ang manakit. At siguro nga, kung magka-injury ako, you will just neglect me lying here because you're laughing for sure."

"Lucie! Anong gagawin mo?!" Papa who was from upstairs immediately went near her. Kinuha niya mula rito ang vase at ibinalik sa table.

"Ano bang pumasok sa isipan mo?!" Papa furiously shouted at her.

Hindi pa rin nagbabago ang ekspresiyon ni mama sa akin.

Napailing ako bago naglakad sa hagdan patungo sa kuwarto at iniwan sila roon.

Agad na rumagasa ang sunod-sunod na luha mula sa mga mata ko. I was trying to hold them back because I was convincing myself that I already entirely felt numbed... but they were too hardheaded, and my mind is too chaotic at this moment.

Umupo ako sa sahig na gilid ng kama ko. Sumandal ako at natulala sa labas ng bukas kong bintana. I took a glimpse at my clock and saw that it was already 12:51 AM. Binalik ko agad ang tingin sa labas ng bintana at natanaw roon ang saradong bintana sa kwarto ni Caleb.

Tears continued to cascade on my cheeks as I remember every fragment of our memory every night before we lie on our beds to sleep.

I miss him... so much.

His voice that always calms me even when he doesn't sing because his voice seems like a sweet melody of a song. His embraces. His kisses on my forehead. His captivating eyes. His white roses. His chuckles. His iconic smiles. Everything about him when the truth was still veiled.

But badly and melancholically, I can't experience and see those things from him anymore because we can't be together eternally. My gaze landed on the study table and saw the sketchpad he gave me three months ago on our anniversary.

A bittersweet smile plastered on my lips. I sat on the chair in front of it and grabbed the pen on its side.

I wrote every emotion that I feel that can be translated into words on the blank pages where he requested to me that I will write what I felt in every moment of us each sketch. I continued writing until I reached the last page.