Curse Of The Aswangs (The Vasquez Brothers #1)[COMPLETED]

16: JASPER

2021

"Jasper, let's get out of here." Ash said.

I gave one last look at the guidance counselor.

"Don't get too reckless again." Ash said the moment we were out of the guidance office. He and our guidance counselor almost got into a heated argument about my case with Neil.

"He's the one who started this fight. This time he won't get away with it!" I said angrily.

"You've gotten a little bigger now. But if you don't keep your cool, you'll just be asking for more trouble. This has always been a bad habit of yours." Ash said as he put both of his hands on my shoulders as he huddled a bit, sizing my height. "Jasper, I think you know but don't fight them back."

A look of protest was on my face.
"Kuya, why aren't you defending yourself when they hurt you like that? They talked about you negatively?"

"They say worst things about you too." Ash smiled softly.
"Yeah and it's terrible. How can you let go of that so easily?"

"It doesn't matter what your past says, those who talk negatively about you, or the whole world.They don't define who you are. You do. Not by words but by actions." Ash looked over his shoulder. "For now, I'm going to keep on fighting. The truth will eventually come out."

We went to the school's parking lot and mom was waiting for us. When I sat on the backseat, I overheard their conversation.

"Are you worried?" He asked mom.

"No. He's no longer a kid anymore. I have nothing to worry about." Mom walked to Ash. "Keep an eye on your little brother. I know you're the only one who can understand him."

Ash smiled brightly. "Okay."

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"There are spirits in here." I whispered to myself as a teenage boy with no eyes was having from the second floor. Blood was tickling down his cheeks. Electric guitar strumming along with the banging noise of the drums in the music room.

"Dude, would please stop staring at the wind, it's scary." Frankie said as he offered me a Pancho bread. The smell of melted butter wafted into my nose.

"N-no! I'm not staring at the wind, I'm planning to join the band."
"The St. Agustin Band? Don't they have an audtion?"
"Yeah." I said in quirky tone. "James Radison is an awesome singerist."

"I haven't learned but I used to play a guitar."
"Oh, yeah!" Frankie said, remembering I played a guitar once during a Christmas Party. "But why did you say there are spirits in here?"

"Nothing. I just thought about what Isabella said." I tucked my hands into my pocket. "The story in the Charity Hall. Where there might be a little girl with missing arm walking around at night."

"Do you believe in those?" Frankie laughed.
"Why are you laughing? I thought you believe in the supernatural too?"
"Alright, dude. As far as Isabella tells the dark tales of St. Agustin, to see is to believe."
"You jerk." I punched his arm lightly.

"Wait for me, Jasper. We're going to play at the computer shop." Frankie got back to the classroom since he will finish his cleaning assigment as I came to sit at the side of the chapel.

I was debating with myself if being a Witcher was a good idea. I needed to get away as soon as possible. It was already causing me my own head going to explode.

Sensing my school felt like I was breathing from the past. Three Filipinos were killed by the Spaniards and this place was served as a safe haven from the Japanese in World War II. I've seen women in bloodied clothes, and yes, a child with a missing arm, and an old woman who was crying for her grandchildren. Every ghost in St. Agustin stared at me the moment they knew I could see them. The spirit's sorrows, their regrets and their guilt tied them to earth. They lived through the worst of the worsts memories again and again.

Goosebumps traveled up and down my skin.
My head was also getting hurt at the thought of how mom hid this from us, and the power to see the dead. But hopefully, I would finally get the information from my brothers when they get home.