Montergo Series II: No Way Home

KABANATA 17

‘Nothing! Just some strangers asking for directions.’ that line keeps on re-playing inside my head like a broken cassette tape. It goes on and on but even if it repeat a thousand times the impact is still there, crush me like a fragile porcelain doll. It keeps going on ruthlessly until each pieces of me turn into ashes. I felt a hollow void inside me, slowly spreading...

“Tell me what's going on inside your head, please,” Zechariah gently ask.

I took a deep weary sigh and face him. I feel like my soul has been sucked out off me. “What do you want me to say?”

We are almost an hour inside the car now but not Infront of that womans Airbnb. We are at the park now.

“Your thoughts, your feelings,” he said with concern. “You’ve been so silence after we left that place. I'd rather listen to your sobs than this.”

I avoided his gaze, and my eyes landed on the rear-view mirror. My eyes were swollen yet it's completely blank.

I gulped. Not knowing what should I say. I'm a writer but I couldn't find a word to describe or elaborate clearly what's going inside my chaotic mind and what I truly felt at the moment. There's so much thing going inside me.

“It was her number. She gave us her number.” Zechariah pertaining to the paper that my ‘mother’ gave him.

I leaned against the headrest and close my eyes. Hoping it would somehow relax me and shut my thoughts up.

I know know what to feel to his statement. Parang pumasok lang sa kabilang tenga ko ang sinabi niya at lumabas sa kabila. Couple minutes passed Zechariah break the silence.

Zechariah sigh. “Buckled up. We are going somewhere.”

I lazily open my eyes and face him with confusion. “Where?”

Instead of answering my question he pursed his lips and start the engine. I shook my head and fasten my set-belt. Zechariah rotates the steering wheel, then the Ferrari start moving away from the park. I just sat quietly and let him take me to the place he wanted. Ten-minutes of silence Zechariah park his car at the parking lot of an establishment named Target Lock.

“Where exactly are we?” I ask.

Zechariah just smile and unbuckle his set belt. “Let’s go.”

I was furrowing my brow when I got out of the car. I squinted my eyes and look around. The place wasn't that crowded and it isn't surrounded with a lot of building. I think we are at the countryside.

“Come on, Xoana. Hurry up!” Zechariah said who's walking backwards to the establishment while his hands are in his pocket.

I sigh and slightly run towards him, so I catch up with him. When we reach the intrance Zechariah pull the glass door for me, then he followed. A minimalist a reception area welcome us, as we enter in the place. There a few people sitting comfortably on a different type of couch.

Zechariah and I, walk towards the front desk.

“Welcome to Target Lock, Ma’am and Sir Del Fuego!” the receptionist greeted us with a smile, then Zechariah gave something from his pocket that I have no idea what it is. I don't know if it's an Id or a card. But after that the receptionist gave me a sheet of paper full of questions and some rules and regulations about shooting range...?

I furrowed my eyebrow and take a glance at Zechariah.

“Just answer it,” he said.

I sigh again and do what he said. After that the receptionist ask for my ID, and I gladly gave it. When we're finally done with the requirements, we entered in a room full of guns.