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Chapter 23: Blood Bath

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KINABAHAN ako sa tugon ni Jared. I could not fathom his intentions by saying that; even if I dare think of immeasurable possibilities as to why spilling the tea is his best asset, my mind begged to disagree.

"You want me to believe such a lie?" I said, arousing my displeasure. Ayoko talaga sa mga tao na bigyan ako ng rason mag self-doubt, dahil isa 'yon sa mga weaknesses na ayaw kong mamuno sa aking sistema. At some point, I hate being cornered with their endless hypocrisy. Kilala ko ang sarili ko at hindi ako maniniwala sa kanya.

"Ikaw bahala kung saan mo gustong maniwala. I did not tell you that to rumble your fortress, Monica. Have you been curious about his agenda all this time?"

"You don't need to humor me about Klaus' exploits, Jared. I trust him."

"Trust. Such a strong oath but can be broken even with a single phrase."

I held back my tongue to talk back and just gave him a glance of disapproval. Bumalik ang tingin ko sa harapan. "I don't have time to listen to your blabbers, Jared. If you are here to pester your friend or with an agenda that might be disrupted with our presence, fret not for I won't be wasting my time trying to please you."

"If so, then forgive me for smearing your delicate mood," He raised the glass of wine he was holding and converged it with mine. "See you around, Monica."

Umalis siya habang dala-dala ang nang-iinis na ngisi sa kanyang labi. Hindi ko pa din malaman-laman ang pahiwatig ng ekspresyon niya. He was calm when we talked, and he exhibited a mysterious aura despite the sound of his voice that resembles the calming tone of the soft sound being played by now.

I find his presence creepy for I can't decipher what it meant. He is a living and walking puzzle. Paano nakakasama ni Klaus ang lalaking ito? Ang sarap nilang ipag-untog dalawa.

I tried removing the tense that build up inside of me due to Jared Hughman by gulping the glass of wine he gave me. Mabilis uminit ang lalamunan ko at iniwasan kong mapangiwi sa lasa.

Hinanap ko muli si Kian Flington pero nawala na siya sa stage at sa dami pa naman tao sa loob, mukhang pahirapan ata talaga ang misyon na 'to.

Did Jared Hughman mean to divert my attention? Hindi ko mapigilan na tumaas ang inis ko. Because of him, I must find Kian Flington in this whole basin of extrovert beings.

Habang hinahanap ang kumag na pakay ko, palagian din akong kumukuha ng wine sa mga nagkalat na waiter. Maghunos dili ka, Monica. It is alcohol at bawal sa minor ang alak!

I really want to scrape my conscience for not siding with me. Itutuloy ko talaga ang pagsasangla sa konsensya ko dahil wala na itong ginawa kundi paboran ang ibang bagay at hindi ako.

Nakarating ako sa top floor kakahanap sa pesteng 'yon. Nasa rooftop na ako ng barko at may magandang tanawin ng karagatan dito. The rooftop was a beautiful garden but currently an empty haven. Sino ba naman ang pupunta dito kung nasa baba ang party?

"Hey, Miss."

I turned around and looked at the man who wanted my attention. Napangiti ako ng makilala ko muli ang hubog niya. Such a broad and chiseled chest that complimented his white suit with gold accent circling on his waist. Alam ko na kung bakit ako pumatol sa kumag na 'to. Gwapo, mayaman, at babaero. Parang si Klaus pero hindi.

"Hi, Kian. It's been a while isn't it?" I tried not to sound drunk, but I guess the sway of the alcohol got a hold of my feelings. Hindi ko kasi mapigilan maglabas ng matamis na boses kahit sa utak ko ay rindi na rindi na ako sa tono na narinig ko.