Bring It On, Detective

QU

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HE KEPT STARING at Elisheva's sleeping face. His hand kept caressing her cheek. Nakatulog ito dahil sa kaiiyak, and when he asked kung sino ang gumawa no'n dito, Elisheva kept on shaking her head.

Huminga siya nang malalim. Hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin mawala-wala sa isip niya ang nakita. It feels like a fucking nightmare to see her scars.

She probably had them when she was still a child. . . Damn. Kaya ba hindi man lang nito maramdaman na nagkagalos na pala ito no'ng isang araw? She went through so much physical pain that her body became immune to it.

A tear fell from his eye, and he immediately wiped it away as he caressed her hair.

He should dig up information about her and find out who did this to her. Fuck privacy. Her abuser needs to rot in fucking jail. But he has a feeling that whoever Elisheva's abuser is won't just easily surrender.

With that, he needs help.

He needs help from Alexander and his lover, the Queen of Hearts.

NAPAGDESISYUNAN NIYANG BUMABA muna upang magtimpla ng kape. Fuck. His head is already aching. Three hours na siyang nakababad sa laptop niya, pero wala siyang Elisheva Quirace na nahanap even in her previous school! 

Walang records ng isang studyante na nagngangalang Elisheva Quirace! Fuck.

Gusto niyang pumunta sa school nito o 'di kaya'y i-email sa administration ang picture ni Elisheva, but he just can't do that, lalo na't private detective siya. The school won't give him those personal records easily.

Fuck. This is one of the cons of working privately.

Was she homeschooled?

Fake ba ang nasa resumé nito?

And he also found out that her work experience at a restaurant was fake! Puro walang katotohanan ang nasa papel na iyon!

Hindi niya alam kung totoo bang psychologist ito. Wala sa resumé nito kung saan ito nagtatrabaho. Pakiramdam niya, para siyang pinaglaruan. Litong-lito na siya at gusto niyang sumabog.

Was she sent her by her abuser to spy on him? Peke ba lahat ng pinakita nito?

His jaw clenched in anger at gustong sumabog ng puso niya, but he controlled himself. Ang daming katanungan na tumatakbo sa isip niya.

Ayaw niyang pangunahan ang babae. He wants. . . to hear her side first.

And what? Let her manipulate you?!

Ipinilig niya ang kanyang ulo at umiling. He was also thinking about that. If she is, indeed, a psychologist, she can easily manipulate him and make him dance with just the use of her fingers.

Napasabunot siya sa kanyang buhok at kumuha ng tasa. Gusto niyang ipahinga ang utak niya, but his mind won't just fucking shut up.

Pinaandar niya ang coffee maker at nang matapos, kinuha niya ang kape at dahan-dahang sumimsim doon. Alam niyang natutulog pa rin ang babae, at gustong-gusto niya na ito paulanan ng tanong.

A servant came into the kitchen. Nanlaki ang mga mata nito na para bang nagulat nang makita siya pero kalauna'y napangiti no'ng binigyan niya ito ng maliit na ngiti at binati.