Bring It On, Detective

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"SHE'S NONE OTHER than Enesha Quirace Futore, my sister."

He sat there, frozen, as disbelief spread across his features. His eyes widened to the brink, refused to blink and his mouth went agape. Words were stuck in his throat and just like that, he seemed to forget the ability to speak.

Sunod-sunod siyang napalunok upang alisin ang bara sa kanyang lalamunan at doon lang niya tuluyang naikurap ang kanyang mga mata. Alex's cold eyes were still staring at him, observing his reaction to his statement. Wala itong karea-reaksyon.

Fuck. Isa na naman ba ito sa mga pakulo nito? Alexander's stares will really make anyone believe the lies that will come out of his mouth. Shit.

Huminga siya nang malalim. There was a tangible force inside him that momentarily left him speechless. Hinihingal siya dahil sa kanyang mga narinig at para siyang nabingi. Putangina.

Enesha Quirace Futore. Futore. . . She's Alexander's sister.

Naalala niya bigla ang sinabi nito sa kanya kanina, and he threw the motherfucker a death glare.

"If this is one of your fucking jokes, Futore, hinding-hindi ako magdadalawang isip na sakalin ka," mariin niyang ani rito nang makabawi sa narinig. He had enough of his manipulations!

Alexander leaned on the chair, resting his arms on the armrest, and shook his head. "This time, I'm not. I'm serious."

Kumunot ang kanyang noo. Unti-unti nang natanggap ng kanyang utak ang mga impormasyon. "B-But. . . how? I thought wala kang kapatid?" Even after years of being friends with Alexander, he still doesn't know him that much. He still remains a mystery. . . just like. . . Enesha.

"I have. We are siblings by papers, pero pareho naming tinatago ang koneksyon namin sa isa't isa."

Siblings by papers. . . He suddenly remembered Enesha's scars. Did the Futores save her from her abuser?

"I saw the scars on her back. Are you hiding your connection to each other so her abuser will have a hard time finding her?" Sinubukan niyang ipagtagpi-tagpi ang mga pangyayari, connecting the information that he has on hand with a red thread mentally.

Alex smirked, his hazel eyes glistening. "You got it right."

He gasped as question after question filled the corners of his mind. "Fuck. So, her abuser is still looking for her. But why?" Tangina. Gano'n na ba kagusto nito na pahirapan si Enesha? Fuck! That woman doesn't deserve to be punished!

"Correction, it's abusers," Alex stated bitterly as if wanting to fuel the hurricane inside his chest even more.

Natigalgal siya sa narinig. His parted mouth was unable to form words, and a thousand thoughts raced through his mind that ignited something inside him.

Abusers. . .

His jaw clench. Napakurap siya at ramdam niya ang pagbigat ng kanyang dibdib. His shoulders heaved up and down and he could feel the blood pooling his cheeks. He could imagine. . . Enesha crying as she was. . . tortured. Sumisikip ang kanyang dibdib sa isipang iyon.

Ayaw niyang tanggapin. Nahihirapan siyang tanggapin.

"And they are still looking for her because she was able to break free from their hypnosis," Alex quickly dropped, giving him no time to breathe and calm himself.

"What?! Enesha was hypnotized?!" Damn. That's too much! Did. . . Did they make her do something against her own will?

Kinagat niya ang kanyang pang-ibabang labi. Parang ang hirap-hirap huminga sa bawat impormasyon na ibabato sa kanya. Enesha. . . went through a lot.