A Kiss To Baccara

Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22.

THEY BROUGHT ME home and Tristan and Trisver were the ones who treated my wounds. I thought they'll bring me to the hospital, but Trisver said he only went in from the backdoor, and he has to leave through there, too, with me.

I stared blankly at the ceiling of my room, while Trisver was wrapping the last bandage around my thigh. I was still wearing the same, dirty bathrobe that's from the hotel. And, thinking about what happened back at the hotel, I closed my eyes shut.

Everything that my father has taught me came rushing to my mind. "Loyalty is one important thing we consider holy in our world. And its counterpart, is betrayal. Betrayal a grave sin that can only be paid with their lives." He said that night, 15 years ago, while he was sharpening his favorite knife. "And... in this world, betrayal is as often as death. And what drives people to betray? Selfishness."

I gritted my teeth. Bumabalik ulit sa akin ang mga nangyari nitong mga nakaraang araw, linggo, at buwan. Sinisisi ko na rin ang sarili ko kung bakit ito nangyari sa akin ngayon. Masyado akong nawala sa focus at inasam pa ang mga bagay na hindi naman bagay sa 'kin. Myabe Kyrazine Ellie has grown on me, that I thought she was really me, and I let my guard down easily.

I was willing to give my everything, at that moment. I was so close to throwing away every principles my father has taught me, only to know that he was the person responsible for this mission to begin in the first place. Seeing how his dark and cold eyes stared back at me at the hotel flashing in my mind, my my blood boiled, and my mind was clouded with rage.

"Stop tensing," ani Trisver at napahinto siya sa pagbubuhol ng bandage sa hita ko. "Your wounds might bleed again."

"These wounds are nothing to me. These won't kill me."

Inangat niya na ang mga mata niya sa akin. Halata na may gusto siyang sabihin habang nakatitig sa mukha ko, pero hindi niya mahanap ang tamang mga salita dahil hindi niya naman alam kung bakit ako nagkakaganito. He only knew that I was attacked by the same assassin, but he didn't know that that same assasin, is the person I almost gave my heart to.

Napabuga siya ng hangin. "It'll take at least two weeks for your wounds to heal. Magpahinga ka muna. No work for you for the mean time."

Hindi na ako nagsalita. Nanatili siyang nakatitig sa akin, bago siya nagpaalam na aalis na muna siya dahil may aasikasuhin pa siyang trabahong iniwan niya para sundan ako.

Buong araw ay nasa loob lang ako ng kwarto ko. May mga maids na labas-masok sa kwarto ko para dalhan ako ng pagkain, at alalayan akong gawin ang mga bagay na hindi ko magagawa habang sugatan pa ang mga hita. Kahit ang mga inutusan ko para sa ibang errands sa family, sa kwarto ko dumidiretso kapag wala si Trisver.

Lying in my bed all day, and having people assist me all day long, made me feel useless. I wanted to move. I wanted to work. I wanted to go outside and finish where I left off in our mission. I couldn't stand just sleeping and eating all day, when everyone inside the mansion were busy with their respective work.

I grunted when I felt a sharp pang of paint in my thighs when I tried to stand up. It felt like the same wounds were stabbed again, and it kept on throbbing painfully.

"Hala! Madame Quincy!" Mabilis na lumapit sa akin ang maid na kakapasok lang sa kwarto ko, may dala siyang tray na may pagkain.

I cursed under my breathe, my legs were shaking. This pain was nothing compared to what I have experienced before. A stab in my thighs were nothing!

Nakalapit na sa akin ang maid, at kaagad niyang hinawakan ang braso at siko ko para alalayan akong umupo pabalik sa kama.

"Don't touch me!" Tinabig ko ang kamay niya. Napaatras naman siya dahil sa takot.