I'm Obsessed With My Own Blood

Chapter 2 : Pulling Off The Thorns From The Bushes

Sabi ko sa sarili ko na di na ako gagawa ng ano pero....

Warning: This chapter includes a mature scene.

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CAROLINE

Now, everything is perfect. Kuya has been so sweet to me and treated me right.

And I bet Mom and Dad are worried about me, I mean everyone. Who's not? I've been missing. And maybe they thought I was abducted because of our wealth. But they're wrong, like really wrong.

Kuya, sort of abducted me. Sort of... because I can't call that I was abducted. He didn't force me, not at all! I was the one who come with him, so it's not abducted, right?

He wasn't always around the house. He's just here at night on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. And if he is, he is filled with books to read. That's why when it's time for 'us time', he's always tired and automatically falls asleep. And I can't talk to him anymore. I don't want to disturb him either.

And because he took me away from our parent's house, he had to take a part-time job. He looks drained but still able to smile at me, keep me company and entertained. And when I ask if I can apply for a job too to help him to at least lessen his burden, he declines. His reason is he doesn't want people to recognize me. And I completely understand that.

And every time we finished eating our dinner, we did the "usual thing". Yeah, I like to do it with him. And because he knows I like it, he sometimes tends to not ask for my consent. He just does it right away when he feels like it, and I don't mind. Maybe that is how he copes with the stress, that is why I also let him.

I love my life here. But I bet if Mom finds out that Kuya was behind why I was missing. And that Kuya has...ahmm...you know, she wouldn't think twice to file a complaint against him.

And while I was busy preparing for our dinner. I hear the door screech and I already know who it is. I left the thing I was holding on our dining table and run towards him. I saw him putting his things on the sofa, and when he faced me I jump and hug him tight. 

"Kuya!" I feel his big arms wrap around me. Oh, how I miss this! I miss his scent but I can also smell the scent of alcohol.

"Did you drink?" and he kissed me on the forehead.

"Yeah, a little" I frown at his confirming words. I bet he was very drunk. I pushed his chest.

"Why did you drink ha? You have to drive all the way here. What if you got into an accident?! What were you thin-"

I was cut off when I felt his lips smash into mine. My hands automatically snake onto his neck.

It was a soft but passionate kiss that left me panting when he closed the contact. I tried to hide my smile.

"Is dinner ready?" he asked smiling.

"Nahh. You can rest for a while especially now that you're drunk" I squinted my eyes at him and he just laughs. "I'll wake you up when it's ready"

I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking. But instead of resting, he just stares at me while standing patiently and put his left hand on the chair. And that makes me feel conscious and awkward. This man, really!

And when I'm done I place the food in a container and serve it on the table. I went to my seat but he pulls the chair for me. I smile at his gesture. Then we start to eat our dinner while gossiping about what happened to his whole week. I can see in his eyes that he was tired. Yet he doesn't forget to ask about my week too. And all I could say is "the usual". That little conversation of ours made my day so much.