where will destiny take us?

☆ 7 ☆

He kissed me really hard, holding me by my neck to pull me closer to him. His tongue snaked to my lips, trying to open my mouth. I don't have the strength to fight it. So, not even a minute later, he successfully let his tongue in my mouth.

Then, I felt it.

The alcohol he drank made its way to my mouth.

Nagpumiglas ako, trying to push him away but he kissed me really hard, filling my mouth with the drink until I gave up and I swallowed it.

I heard cheering beside me when he pulled away. I covered my mouth, eyes wide at him.

He shrugged, cocking his head to the side while staring at me. "Do you want me to make you drink everything?"

"She loves it!" Gigi screamed. "Oh, my God! Do it! Finish it, Ivan!"

"Shut the fuck up, Gigi!" Scarlet voice thundered but no one paid attention to her.

"She obviously doesn't," Aiko laughed. "Your Vagankov girl here has high standards."

Epifaño. That's my last name. And I didn't fucking enjoyed it, Gigi. And I don't fucking care who just kissed me. He made me drink alcohol.

I drank alcohol.

I felt my stomach turning. I started gagging so I stood up, getting out of there.

"Told yah she hates you!" Aiko cheered.

"She'll throw up on your kiss!" Gigi added fuel to the fire.

Ivan's laugh haunted my ears. "Fuck..."

I found myself in a bathroom stall, head dizzy. I gripped the toilet for support when my legs gave up. I know it's dirty but I can't think straight right now.

My throat continued to reject what I just consumed but even though I'm gagging, it won't come out. The side of my eyes stinged, tears starting to come out. I have to end this misery of mine. So, even though I swore not to do this anymore, I have to save myself.

Exhaling shakily, I took my hand to my mouth. I can't believe I'll do this again.

With two fingers, I reached inside my mouth up to my throat. Soon after finding that specific point in my throat, I started vomiting.

"Keep your body healthy so you'll have less chance of your cancer recurring."

When I looked up from that disgusting toilet, I found my doctor sitting right in front of me. I'm back to that cancer pediatrics ward, seated on a stool after my doctor finally told me I'm cancer free.

After five years. I'm cancer free. After five years, I'm not dying anymore. Finally.