First Rain Of Summer | COMPLETED

Thirty Two

THERESE'S POV

"What did you do, Mom?"

My voice echoed in the room when I found the fabrics are now on the floor, lying and ruined. I looked up to see Mom. She's holding a pair of scissors and she's not even done yet with cutting the fabrics. The sound of the scissors snapping the fabrics are loud and echoed through my living room.

"What the hell, Mom?!" I exclaimed when she's ruining the dresses I'm working on. Those dresses are my project that I needed to submit to Madam Eula.

She heard me and finally, she turned around to see me. There's a disgust in her eyes, as if smiling at me will hide it.

"You don't need them, Therese. You'll take a medical related program." She nonchalantly ordered.

Remember when I feel too much happiness, there's a consequence. Ito 'yon. Why can't I be happy without someone ruining it?! Pakiramdam ko nabingi ako sa sinabi niya. I don't need them?

"Get out, Mom." My right eye twitched.

I want to grab anything to snap in half and throw it in her direction. I want to hurt her so bad and she'll leave me. But knowing Mom, hinding-hindi ito magpapatalo. I'm controlling myself to keep calm but the situation in front of me is triggering.

"I'm you mother, have some respect!" she raised her voice at me. "Kapag sinabi kong kukuha ka ng medical program sa college, you're oblige to follow!"

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit, Mom!" I yelled back. "Dad already approved this and you can't do anything but to watch me achieve my dream!"

"Really, huh? Let's see then," she started to walk upstairs.

You can't go there. Nandoon ang gown na ginawa ko noong naging apprentice ako ni Madam Eula!

Nagmamadali akong umakyat at akmang hahawakan ko ang kaniyang kamay, bigla itong tumalikod at saka tinulak ako. I fell down and the impact made my head spin and made my eyes get blurry. I tried to get up but I can feel my ankle sprained and it preventing me get up on my feet.

Please, not the MOURNING IN SUMMER gown. I begged. Please, take everything from me but not my passion and dreams.

I managed to get up but I couldn't walk straight. I have to endure the dull ache I'm feeling on my left arm as I used earlier to support my body. When I arrived in front of my room, Mom was not there. My heart thumps like crazy that it almost filled the room.

Nakapasok siya sa room kung nasaan ang nakalagay ang iilan pang mga nagawa kong damit at ini-isa isa niya iyong pinagpupunit gamit ang gunting na na hawak-hawak niya. When she reached the gown, I ran as fast as I can and push her away from it. She fell on the floor.

I guarded the gown by spreading my arms around it. "I won't let you ruin this. Get out!"

A lone tear fell down to my cheek.

"I'm your mother kaya makinig ka sa 'kin. Wala kang mapapala riyan! Look at yourself, hindi ka bagay riyan."

"Stop telling me that you're my mother because ever since you didn't treat me as your own child! I'm not someone that you can order around. Sino ka ba para sabihin na hindi ako nababagay rito? Can't you see, I made this shit! I excel in this field and I'm certain I can survive in this."

She scoffed, still on the floor. "Ganiyan ba ang natutunan mo sa lalakin 'yon? Ang sagut-sagutin ako? Tama nga ang naririnig ko, he's a delinquent and he's influencing you. You better stay away from him."

I shook my head, "Wala kang alam, Mom. You know nothing and all you did was to run your mouth. I'm not going to live your dream just because you failed to achieve it."

When Mom was the same age as me, she dreamt of being a surgeon but that didn't happen because she had me and she was forced to change programs in college and she decided not to pursue medical school. And guess what, whose fault is it; of course, mine.

She loves to blame it on me. But I was a child they decided to bring into this world. She had a choice to abort me and continue to live her life. Parents should love their child right since they were born, but Mom is not like that. She loves to project her failures and mistakes onto me to the point she wants me to be like her, but a successful version.

I raised my voice and it echoed the whole room, "You have afflicted me enough pain since I was a kid pero may narinig ka bang salita from me? None! I endured them all as I tried to make you love me. I thought those pain will be worth as you'll see me and will love me eventually."

"You were never a mother to me! I raised and kinder myself as you built your own family and left me in the abyss of darkness; scared, vulnerable and questioning if you really care for me. You have another daughter, doon ka na lang magpaka-nanay. Don't fail her just like what you did to me!"

Ang dami kong gusto isumbat sa kaniya, but I couldn't think straight. I'm shaking with rage. I felt like the room felt so small and there were no lights around us. She's still on the floor, wincing and holding her belly. What the heck is she trying to act? What she did to me, which is pushing me off the stairs, is way painful!

I heard her groan. "My baby," she whispered as she tried to stand up.

My eyes widened as I brought my hands on my mouth to cover it when I saw a puddle of blood on the floor. I looked at Mom's legs and the blood was coming from there. Is she... pregnant?

"Mom," I called her. "Are you..."

All I could see in her eyes is hatred. Ako ba ang may gawa no'n?

"If my baby inside my tummy died, I will make your life more miserable than it is now."

I stood in front of her, frozen and trying to digest the scenario in front of me. She's pregnant and bleeding. There's a high chance that she'll get miscarriage. What should I do? My hands trembled as I tried to close the gap between me and Mom.

"I'll get help," I said.

With my ankle broken, I tried to go down and get my phone. I can't be a murderer! What if the kid died, what would happen to my life? Am I going to jail? I dialed the rescuer number and with trembling lips and sweaty palms, I tried my best to explain the situation.

"Please, I need help! I-I don't know what to do!" I stuttered. "Make it quick!"

Three minutes passed when I heard a siren outside. Sinalubong ko ang mga rescuer and lead them the way. Mom was still on the floor when we got to the room. The next thing I knew, we're at the emergency room.

I called Dad with my trembling hand. I cried in relief when he picked it up.

"Dad!" I cried. "I'm at the hospital, it's Mom..."

I'm pacing back and forth in front of the emergency room while trying to keep my posture and explain what happened.

"I'm not going to jail, am I?" I asked, scared.

"Honey, I'll do everything to protect. I'll be there."

The call ended, and when I'm about to enter the emergency room, but my world stopped spinning when the nurses pushed a bed, making me out of the way.

I memorized the nose bridge of Xavier, even the traces of his eyebrows, the color of his hair, even the mole he had near his left eyes. I even drowned myself in his scent just because I could easily spot him in the sea of people. His physique, his height, weight, even the length of his hands.

The same person who's lying on the bed is similar to Xavier. That's not Xavier, is it?