ℌ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you don't feel comfortable reading the chapter, you can skip some of its parts. Never turn hypothetical situations into the actual world. It's important to prioritize your mental well-being and not force yourself to engage with content that may be triggering or upsetting.
TW: ABUSE & DEATH
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Nang makita ko na ang bahay namin ay sinabihan ko si Chandler na ihinto niya na lang sa gilid para makababa na ako sa sasakyan niya.
"D'yan na lang, Chandler." Tinuro ko ang gilid ng kalsada kung saan niya ako ibababa.
He stopped the car on the side and got out first. I watched him walk to the front of the car until he reached the side of the door where I was sitting. He opened the door for me and supported my head until I got out of his car.
"Thanks for the ride." I smiled at him and gently shook his t-shirt.
Ngumiti siya hanggang sa naging ngisi ito at bumanat. "Basta ikaw, retsam!"
Naneto, aalis na nga lang ga-gan'yan pa. Feeling close amputcha.
My smiles vanished, and though I was annoyed, I couldn't help but smile, so I came up with a response. "Tigilan mo nga, kurutin ko 'yang singit mo e, sige!" Barumbadong sagot ko.
"Bastos ka, ate?" Natatawang saad niya.
"Saks lang. 10 percent oo, 90 percent hindi." I pushed him hard while we were laughing.
He put his left hand on his forehead and grasped his chest, as though he were in excruciating pain.
"Ang OA nakakainis!" Pangbabasag-trip ko.
I laughed out when he scratched his head, clearly embarrassed by what he had done.
"Papasok na 'ko, salamat ulit!" Ngumiti ako sa kanya, ang ngiting ito ay walang bahid ng plano at bitag. It's a genuine smile.
Tumalikod ako at nagsimulang maglakad palayo sa kanya, ngunit napatigil ako nang marinig ko ang pangalan ko mula sa kanya. "Hazel!" Sigaw niya.
"Yes?" I answered and looked at him confused.
Kinuha niya ang cellphone niya bago magsalita. "Dinner tomorrow evening? I'll send you the location sa IG."
"Sure, pero ha?! Friends ba tayo sa IG?!" Sigaw ko, dahilan nang pagkagulat niya. I can tell he's confused by the way he tilts his head.
He scratched his forehead and spoke again. "Yes, you asked me what my IG was when you were drunk, so I gave it to you." He answered my question.
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