Castles In The Sand(Puerto Princesa Series 6)

Chapter 9

This chapter is dedicated to the boy who made me write again by reading my favorite story to tell. I wish someday, I could bring back the favor. I want you to know that you guided to the light of the 'me, writing era'

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Chapter 9

"Mom, please! This is a great opportunity for me to explore new things and to expand my career! Isn't what you want?" I exploded in front of my mother. I know she only wants what's best for me but how about what I want?

"Cristia, please. I want you to understand that Germany isn't safe right now. Especially for you. For us."

I stare at my mother blankly and the fright in her face vanished in an instant and it became very angry and authorizing me. But I am my mother and she used to tell me stories how her life was before. How her life was far from what Dad had. From homeless to stealing to live, running away to survive from the darkness she had been through to the light that Dad guided her turning into a mom like this right now.

"What do you mean, it isn't safe for me? And for us? Is this about your past, mom?" she, then suddenly gasp and stepped back as if I said something that should not be spoken of.

"You are not going to Germany and that is my final decision. You are staying in which you are safe. Gagawin ko ang lahat para hindi mo maranasan ang naranasan ko. So, whatever plan you are having right now, stop it before it's too late." Then she walked out of the hallway. in which, surprisingly, no one ever stood their feet for the minutes that mom and I were arguing. quite odd but I'll take it as a coincidence.

My eyes followed my mom until she was out of my sight and an evil smile conquered my face, "Oh mother, hindi mo ba ako kilala?" And my run to my room as I opened my luggage, "time to run away." 

Nakaupo lang si Dior sa aking kama habang pinagmamasdan akong mag panic kung paano ko ilalagay ang aking mga damit sa iisang luggage. Kanina pa akong walang sa wisyo pero ano ang ginagawa ng aking magandang pinsan? Kumakain. I mean, yeah, she needs to feed herself but can she stop for a while to help me out? Well, of course not. She is the goody good shoes in the family. The only reason why she is here and isn't out there screaming that I am disobeying my mother is that well, I lied. 

I told her that my mother agreed to the trip. One thing you should know about Dior is that, she is gullible so as a fair kind of good liar, she is so easy to manipulate.

"Okay. I'll just go ask tita to give you her luggage. Its far bigger than yours if you only want to pack one." Dior stood up and my eyes widened.

I guess, she may be gullible but she is not stupid.