Sold my daughter to a Mafia Boss

Simula

Simula

They say, parents are the ones who would protect us in any harms and be the first line to cast our worries away, but why mine is different.

"I wish I had yours." Tears stung in my eyes with the sight of her, smiling so widely in a family picture, where I am not included.

Ilang picture na nga ba na hindi ako kasama? Hindi ko na mabilang sa dami noon. Pero ayos lang. Hindi naman ako nagrereklamo. Mas importante sa'kin na may halaga pa'rin ako sa bahay na'to.

I had bear everything for almost twenty years. Nararamdaman kong iba sila sa'kin kumpara kay Ate Virgo pero ayos lang. I can bear everything and no matter how much they talked bad behind my back, palalawakin ko na lang ang pag-unawa at pasiyensya ko.

Thinking about surviving, I must hang in there kahit ubos na ubos na'ko. Kahit awang-awa na'ko sa sarili ko dahil sa trato nila sa'kin kailangan kong tiisin. My blood after beating me up is the only way that could fill up their satisfaction.

Ano nga ba naman ako? Taga-salo lang naman ako ng lahat ng galit nila.

"Kahit ang pagiging mabait ay nakakapagod na'rin... sobra." I whispered, holding my tears back.

Pinunasan ko ang bakas ng dugo sa gilid ng aking labi at sinilid ang picture frame sa drawer katabi ng aking kama. My body aches so much more than yesterday. I just got my daily punishment from my parents. And it hurts...so much that I could no longer walked properly.

Sinubukan kong makatulog para magpahinga pero bago ko pa magawa iyon ay may narinig akong kalampagan sa baba. I felt like my spirit was being awakened again after falling in a long sleep. My body reacts automatically with the sound of crashing things and I know what comes after that.

My lips quivered rapidly and covered my mouth to suppressed a sound.

"Nasaan sabi ang pera ko, Ben!" Galit na boses ni Mama ang narinig ko. "Putangina, ilabas mo! Hindi mo pera iyon! Akin iyon!"

For God's sake, they are fighting again. I'm tired of this set-up at gusto ko na lang mamatay kaysa magdusa sa ganito. Hearing this banging sound, crashing things on the floor, throwing shits to each other makes me sicked and helpless.

I wished this to get over.

Nakakapagod ang ganitong sitwasyon. Why everything weights so heavy for me. Do I really deserve this kind of life? All I wanted was to have a peaceful life. Gaano ba kahirap ibigay iyon?!

Papa's word became too unclear for me to hear. Nasundan iyon ng malakas na sigaw mula kay Mama at ang pagkabasag ng kung ano sa sahig.

Nanginginig na binalot ko ang sarili ng kumot at tahimik na nagdasal na sana ay matapos na ang lahat.

"Punyeta! Ben, sumagot ka kapag kinakausap kita! Don't you dare to turn your back on me you foolish jerk!" She cursed.

I'm not shocked at all. Everyday is a hell day with the both of them. It was so kind of embarrassing to call them parents when they cant even act like one. Shit lang!

"Anong ginawa mo sa pera ko, ha?! Pinang-sugal? Hindi mo alam kung gaano ko kahirap pinag-ipunan 'yon!" She roared. "Then, what now? Anong mangyayari sa'tin? Ayokong mamulot ng basura—"

I heard something crashed on the floor. Napasigaw si Mama at kasunod noon ay matinding kalabog. I tried to hold back my tears and buried my face on my bent knees.

Natatakot ako na baka...ako ulit ang saktan nila pagkatapos nilang mag-away. Gano'n naman palagi, eh. Parausan ang turing nila sa'kin kapag pareho silang mainit ang ulo sa isa't isa.