A Kiss To Baccara

Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

I WAS STANDING INSIDE an unfamiliar room. I didn't know how I got here. The white bed sheets on the bed in front of me looked so soft, and the white curtains looked elegant as they gently danced along the soft morning breeze that felt warm as it hit my skin.

I was just standing there, no thoughts inside my head. Staring at the bed, as if it was mine even though I haven't seen it in my entire life.

But there was something in the atmosphere that even though I wasn't familiar with the place, I felt home. I felt like I belong there. I felt like it was mine.

Where am I even? Why am I even here?

"Quincy..."

I blinked.

I slowly shifted my body and turned around to see who it was. There was a man standing at the other side of the ajar door, his face was half revealed at the small slit of the door.

He looked familiar. He felt familiar.

And before I could even tell who it was...

"Quincy!"

Naimulat ko ang mga mata nang marinig ang boses ni Trisver. Bumungad kaagad sa akin ang mukha niyang nag-aalala, nakayuko sa akin.

"Tris... ver?" My voice was hoarse, my throat was dry. How long have I been asleep? "N-Nasaan... t-tayo?"

Nakahiga ako ngayon sa isang kama. Malambot ang mattress kaya komportable ang likod ko. Nilibot ko kaagad ang paningin ko sa paligid, at nang napansing kahawig ng kwartong ito ang kwarto na nasa panaginip ko kanina lang, naitulak ko ang sarili ko patayo.

Hindi masyadong malawak ang kwarto, pero sapat na 'to para sa aming dalawa. May kama, may night stand, may maliit na square table malapit sa bintana na ka-linya ng pinto at may dalawang monobloc chair. May maliit na living room sa bandang gitna ng kwarto.

"I don't know," sagot ni Trisver. Napabuga siya ng hangin. "Nagising na lang ako na magkatabi na tayo rito. Maayos na ang mga suot."

Napabaling kaagad ako ng tingin sa kaniya. True enough, we were wearing different clothes from what we wore the last time we were awake. Naka-puting t-shirt siya na hakab sa kaniyang dibdib at braso, at itim na shorts. Ako naman, nakasuot ng puting shirt din pero nagmukhang loose sa akin dahil namayat ako. May suot din akong shorts.

The last thing I remembered before completely blacking out, we were inside his Mustang, at paalis na kami. We were planning on staying in a hotel for a few weeks or months, when a car hit ours and we lost consciousness.

Bumaba ako ng kama. Pagkaapak ko sa malamig na kahoy na sahig, naramdaman ko kaagad ang pagnginig ng mga binti ko. Ilang araw ba talaga akong walang malay?

I slowly walked towards the door and before I could even hold the knob, nagsalita si Trisver.

"That's locked," aniya kaya napalingon ako sa kaniya. "The windows are also locked. Kinukulong tayo rito ngayon, Quincy."

Napabuga na lang ako ng hangin. "Who do you think did this?" Lumakad ako papunta sa glass window sa kabilang side the room.

"It must be them," he said and even if he doesn't tell me who he's referring to, alam ko na kaagad.

Hinawi ko ang kurtina at sumilip ako sa bintana. A beautiful garden of roses at the bottom greeted my eyes, and it glowed as the rays of the morning sun shone on them. Pero mas napansin ko na walang ibang bahay rito bukod sa bahay na ito.

I sighed. "We're isolated." Ipinagkrus ko ang mga braso sa dibdib ko. "Kahit pa sirain natin ang bintana at makalabas dito, sa tingin ko mahirapan tayong makaalis dito." I scoffed. "Sly bastards."