Mikha’s POV
Umalingawngaw ang pag putok ng baril dito sa cabin, sa bawat sulok ng pader ay kinig na kinig ito, ilang sigundo ang nakalipas at tila parang tumigil ang oras, hindi ako makagalaw dahil sa gulat. Lumabo ang paningin ko at nawala sa ayos ang pag hinga. Nakaramdam ako ng sobrang sakit sa tagiliran ng tiyan ko, dahan dahan kong tiningnan ang aking tiyan at kitang kita ko kung paano umagos ang mga dugo sa damit ko.
But there was no time to process it. Aiah screamed, her voice cutting through the haze.
“Mikha!”
Sinusubukan nyang kumawala sa pagkakahawak ni Mark, kitang kita sa mga mata nya ang pagkagulat, takot, at pangamba, pero mas hinigpitan lang ni mark ang pagkakakapit sa braso nya. His face was contorted in rage, a terrifying mix of madness and possession.
Nanghihina na ang tuhod ko at napapatumba na din ako pero pinilit ko yung sarili ko na tumayo, hindi pweding manghina ako ngayon, Hindi ko kayang iwan sa kanya si Aiah, kailangan kong makuha si Aiah at maitakas dito.
Halata sakin ang sakit dahil sa tama ng bala, pero baliwala ito kumpara sa naiisip kong mapupunta sya kay Mark. Hindi ito pwede, hindi dapat matapos ang lahat sa ganito lang. Aiah was everything to me. Kaya naman hindi ko nalang ininda muna yung sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon at agad kong nilabanan ulit si Mark, kahit na nagdurugo na ang sugat ko. Bahala na kung anong mangyari sakin, ang importante ay mailayo ko si Aiah sa dito, lalo na kay Mark.
Hindi inaasahan ni Mark ang ginawa ko. Halata sa kanya ang pagkagulat, agad kong hinila ang kanyang braso and twisting it violently. The gun dropped to the floor with a clatter, and we both scrambled for it. But I was faster. I kicked it out of his reach and slammed him against the wall.
“Pakawalan mo na sya, Mark!” I shouted, my voice hoarse.
His eyes flashed with anger, but there was something else there too fear. He knew he was losing control, and that scared him more than anything. He tried to shove me off, but I held my ground, using every ounce of strength I had left.
“Hindi mo'ko naiintidihan, Mikha,” he snarled, his voice shaking. “Sakin lang sya, at hindi sayo! Hindi mo sya mailalayo at makukuha sakin!"
“She doesn’t belong to anyone!” I spat back, my voice filled with fury. “She’s her own person, and she chose me.”
Nakatali pa din ang mga kamay ni Aiah, pinapanuod nya ang bawat galaw habang umiiyak. Her lips quivered as she whispered, “Mikha, please...”
Hindi ko hahayaan na makuha sakin ni Mark si aiah, hindi ko sya hahayaang manalo saming dalawa.
With one final push, I slammed Mark to the ground, pinning him beneath me. He struggled, but I pressed my knee into his back, making sure he couldn’t move.
“Aiah,” tawag ko kay aiah, ramdam ko na din na nauubusan na ako ng hininga. “kunin mo yung baril bilis!.”
Nag aalangan pa syang sundin yung utos ko pero tumango nalang sya bilang pag sunod, pumunta sya kung nasan yung baril na nalaglag ni mark makanin, kinuha nya ito, at halata sa mata nya ang kaba at takot, tumingin samin si Aiah.
“It’s over, Mark,” I said, my voice steady. “Hindi mo na sya pweding saktan kahit kailan!.”
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Aiah’s POV
Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari. One moment, I was trapped in Mark’s suffocating grip, and the next, Mikha was there, bleeding but still fighting. She came for me, just like I knew she would. She didn’t give up on me, even when it seemed hopeless.
