The Repercussion: Scandalous Series 1 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

"Morgan? Please. . . stay."
 
It was five thirty in the morning and my pulse was beating so fast. Umupo ako sa kama habang pinapakalma ang sarili ko. My nightmares have started visiting me again. Nagsimula ito simula ng makabalik ako ng Pilipinas. 
 
But I'm already here, and there's no turning back. Kahit ilang beses akong bangungutin sa pagtulog ko I will make sure that everything turns out into satisfaction.

I got up from my bed and marched downstairs. I scrolled through my YouTube channel, searching for a playlist of classical violin to ease my mind. 
 
The sound of the violin calms my whole existence. I could go psycho all day but every time I hear the string being bowed, it feels like an angel has fallen from the sky.
 
It's sunday today, so I don't have a shift at the milk tea shop right now. I don't have plans to go outside at the moment. Siguro maglilinis nalang ako ng bahay para mawala ang boredom ko. 
 
I made cookies for breakfast and a matcha for myself. Pagkatapos ay doon ako tumambay sa living room. 
 
Hindi ko maiwasan mapatingin sa mga display ng bahay dahil medyo naluluma na ang mga ito. I am planning to clean the house at kapag ire-rearrange ko ang ayos nito natatakot ako na baka makalimutan ko na 'yung mga memories ko kay dad.
 
In the end, I just cleaned the house without rearranging anything.
 
After kong kumain, sinimulan kong kunin ang mga gagamitin sa paglinis. Binuksan ko ang mga ilaw dahil ayaw kong hawiin ang malalaking kurtina sa bintana. 
 
I started cleaning the ceiling, the cabinet, the display where almost dust is hugging them, and the classic lamp that hangs on the walls. 
 
Hiningal ako kaagad at umupo sa sofa. I drank my water from my tumbler. Matapos ang ilang minuto ay tumayo ulit ako. I heard the doorbell chimed kaya nagtataka akong nagtungo sa gate para tingnan ito.
 
It was a guy holding a tupperware. Nakatitig ito sa akin. A glint of happiness was written on his face as he saw me walking in his direction.

Samuel.
 
It's strange to say that I felt like I'd longed for his presence. He was my long-time crush before, and my best friend, but things have changed.
 
He was wearing a fitted t-shirt that could show off his beautiful body. His legs have muscles too. I could say he spent more time in the gym.
 
"Sadie. . ." 
 
I met his gaze, and I felt fireworks in my stomach. I blinked a lot of times to recover from a strange feeling.
 
"Ikaw 'yong lalakeng nakatira riyan diba?" I pointed to the house in front of me. 
 
Lumapit ako sa kaniya because I smelled a familiar food that aroused my nose. I could feel how tense he was when I tried to open the container he was holding.
 
"Para sa akin?" I asked again when he didn't answer.
 
My breath is almost hitting his cheeks. He nodded. A few sweats were visible to his temple. 
 
"Pano mo nalaman na caldereta ang gusto kong kainan ngayon?" I asked again trying to make a conversation.
 
Kinuha ko ang tupperware sa kamay niya at pumasok na sa loob. Nang hindi ko maramdaman ang presensya niya sa likod ko lumingon ako ulit. 
 
"Don't you want to come in?"
 
Ilang beses kumurap ang mga mata niya bago siya pumasok sa gate. Nagtungo ako sa kitchen and I transfer the food. The food smells nice!
 
Napansin ko naman ang lalaki na panay ang pag-ikot ng paningin sa bahay. Magulo kasi ito dahil naglilinis ako.
 
"Huwag mo ng pansinin 'yan. . ." I said.
 
Mahina siyang tumango bago sumunod sa akin. "Do you need help?"
 
"It's okay. By the way, you have a nice body. Do you visit the gym often?"
 
"Ah, hindi. Nadala lang sa training ng basketball." he chuckled.
 
The sides of my lips rose up. I put the plate in front of him and placed the container beside him. 
 
"Are you something connected to me? Relative, friend, or fubu?" I interestingly asked. 
 
I tried the food and waited for his answer, but silence filled between us. His eyes were glued to mine. I could see different emotions in there. Ngunit mas nanlalamang ang konsensya rito.

"What do you mean, Sadie?" he looked so confused.
 
"Ow." my lips formed a small circle. "Didn't I mention that I was suffering from PTSD?" 
 
"Post-traumatic stress disorder," he whispered. 
 
I shrugged my shoulders and leaned on my chair. "Silly right? I thought PTSD can be triggered if you have suffered from violence or something that hurt you physically. My doctor said it was normal for me to forget those people who caused too much pain to me."
 
He blinked a lot of times and he focused his eyes somewhere. 
 
"I think we had a rare interaction that's why I have no memory that I could recall with you unless you have hurt me." I added, may nanunuyang tono sa pagkakasabi ko but I smile innocently at him.
 
His lips parted again. I chuckled. "Kidding."
 
Of course I'll never forget how I drooled whenever he was around. Siya lang naman ang kinahuhumalingan kong lalaki noon. I would appreciate it more kung umamin siyang gusto niya rin ako.