beautiful goodbye (slow update)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

A/N: unedited errors ahead 

Juno POV

5 years ago 

"Have you decided on what course you will pursue?" I was busy playing with my guitar when my dad barged into my room without even knocking. "No." I firmly said. Ever since my mom died everything change. It's like my life was drifting like a wind. I cannot fully accept these changes I've experienced. "It's fine, any course is eligible in law school. Take your time, Juno." What? Law school? I never want to be a lawyer in the first place. 

Who does he think he is? 

"I'm not going to law school nor take any law-related course or elective, Dad." 

"When did you become this ungrateful?" I know how pissed he is. 

I smirked. "I will be a doctor, I'll be like what mom wants me to be." I shut him out.

"Your mother isn't here, and so are her dreams, Juno. Wake up! Ako nalang ang andito para sayo. We're your family." I bitterly laughed at him. How funny is this man? "You took me from my family, you took me from my mother, and kahit nung namatay siya ay wala 'man lang ako sa tabi niya, and it was all because of you!"  I remember how my childhood crumbled when this man took me away from my mother. And now she's dead. 

"Do whatever you want, you will never get any help from me. You're on your own now." 

He shut the door. 

It was the worst day ever in my whole life. I felt alone and sad. 

I wanna go back to the orphanage, I want to go back in my mother's arms. 

I was an achiever when I was a kid. I thought we were a happy family until my mother discovered that he had another family. It tore her apart to learn that she was the mistress of a corrupt politician. After that, we left that big house and started living in an orphanage, where I met some great friends. I thought it was a fresh start and even sacrificed my career as a musician for it, but it wasn't.

It ruined me. 

A few years later, my father took me in, and I started living with his perfect family. I have two older siblings, but they weren't as welcoming as my friends at the orphanage. However, my stepmother is so pure and genuine that I felt safe and sound around her. She treated me as her own and never allowed my siblings to bully me. But, of course, I always longed for my real mother. During the first three months, she visited me, but as the years passed, she stopped coming. I kept waiting and waiting, but she never came.

I didn't hear anything from her at that moment. As if she's gone in my life.