Relentlessly Yours [Completed]

Chapter 11

Nicola, Age Eighteen
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His beautifully slanted eyes stared at my hand in horror and blinked as if he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

He looked like he was in pain when he raised his eyes back to mine.

"What happened here?" halos nanginginig ang boses na tanong niya. "Who did this?" He demanded.

Napatulo ang luha ko sa matinding hiya at iniwas ang mata sa kanya.

"Was it your bitch of a mother? Tell me!"

I flinched at his angry voice.

"K-Kai...please let go of me," garalgal ang boses na sabi ko at sinubukang alisin ang kamay ko sa kanya pero hinigpitan niya ang paghawak 'don.

"Fuck no. Tell me now, Calliope. Tell me who did this to you before I start to destroy everything in this fucking hospital," nanggagalaiting utos niya.

His body was stiff and he really looked like he was on the verge of losing his temper.
Kai never usually just lose his temper.

I sobbed. Unable to tell the truth. Ashamed of myself.

He grabbed my face and unceremoniously kissed my tears. "Shh, don't cry," pag-aalo niya. "Just tell me, please."

Umiling ako. "I can't."

Dumistansya siya ng konti at tinitigan ang mukha ko. "Why not?"

Hindi ako sumagot.

He gritted his teeth. "I swear to God, I'm about to go fucking ballistic, Calliope. If you don't tell-"

"It was me," mahina ang boses na putol ko sa kanya. "I-I did it."

He looked absolutely horrified and he stared at me as if he couldn't believe the words that spilled from my mouth.

"What.the.fuck?" Marahas na inisa-isa niya ang bawat salita. "Y-You...tell me I heard you wrong," nanginginig ang boses na utos niya.

Napalunok ako. "Y-You didn't know?"

Vlad knew. Alam kong alam ng kaptid niya dahil ilang beses ko siyang nahuhuli na nakatingin sa akin na may awa sa mga mata. His mom, Tita Olivia also invited me to coffee dates several times, too. Pero hindi ko kayang makipagkita sa kanya matapos 'nong nagmakaawa ako na tawagan niya si Kai.

Napaatras siya ng parang nainsulto sa sinabi ko. His eyes looks like he is in pain but also looks angry at the same time if that even makes sense.

"What did you think, Calliope? That I would have been able to stay away if I knew? If I knew, dapat matagal na akong umuwi dito," he lets out a harsh breath. 

"Why didn't you? Why didn't you come home sooner? B-Bakit mo ako iniwan dito ng walang pasabi? M-May nagawa ba akong mali?" nanginginig ang boses na tanong ko.

Tumingin siya sa taas at huminga ng malalim na parang nag-iipon ng lakas.

"How did it happen?" He asked, ignoring my question.

I bit my lip and stared at him. "Hindi mo sinagot ang tanong ko."

Nagtiim bagang siya. "It doesn't matter."

I glare at him. What the heck?

He was gone for three years. Three hellish, loneliest years of my life.

"You mean, I didn't matter?"

Bumuntong hininga siya at nag-iwas ng tingin bago napasuklay sa itim na buhok gamit ang isang kamay.

"Alam mong hindi totoo yan."

"Then why?!" hindi ko na napigilan ang pag taas ng boses ko. "Bakit mo'ko iniwan? Bakit ni minsan ay hindi mo sinagot ang mga tawag ko? Did I do something? May nagawa ba akong kasalanan? I tried so hard to think why, so tell me why! Because I can't live with this pain anymore," wala sa loob na sinuntok ko ang dibdib ko.