Disobedience

Chapter 31: Red

Elijah

Me: ...

Mabilis ko naman iyon na binura. How do I message her? It's kind of ironic that I knew how to talk to girls, to make them blush and to get them in my bed but when it comes to my baby, suddenly I am back in this awkward teenage phase where I stutter and I don't know what to say.

I mean what I said to her on the phone. Once I see her, it's over for her and her boytoy—-and it's gonna end very badly for him because at this point, I don't give a shît about who he is anymore—-all I know is that he touched my woman, and he did things that makes me see red, and he is gonna pay for it. 

And Kimberly on the other hand will beg, cry, scream, and enjoy the sinful things that I'm about to do to her. It has been three tormenting days since I was able to call her and there was not a single night that I haven't thought about her.

Kimberly Jane Wencezlao—-soon to be Mrs. Pierceton—--is all I think about. When I open my eyes in the morning, when I brush my teeth, when I eat, when I walk, and when I breathe; she's all I ever think about. Even now that I am here in the indoor gym going under rigorous practice. In between game practice, I would always check my phone before I drink water, just to see if she ever sent me anything.

It's the sweetest and most painful torture because while I am fiending and aching to see her, she's with another man.

Now, for the past three days, I am doing everything I can to get her attention. I text her everyday—I don't care if she responds or not—I want her to know who she belongs to and how much I think about her.

atty. baby: i can see the three dots appearing and disappearing, what do you want?

Napatuwid naman ako ng upo sa bleachers. Is she looking at our conversations too? I hissed when my sweaty clothes stuck on my sore chest and pelvis. I just had a fresh tattoo done and it still stings.

me: hi,

me: how do you know?

atty. baby: i was gonna delete our messages.

My heart ached.

atty. baby: what do you want?

me: you. only you.

atty: baby: i'm afraid that's the one thing you can never have.

I closed my eyes and hit my head on the wall. I chewed on my lower lip.

me:....my first game's later...i need you here....i know i'm gonna lose without you.

atty. baby: isn't obvious that i'm busy? and are you forgetting that i'm not at your beck and call anymore?

atty. baby: and if you use that blackmail one more goddåmn time, i will end whatever small communication we have left.

I shook my head like a mad man. I never intended to release that ever.

me: no, no, i promise. please, baby, i need my biggest inspiration, so i can win my game.

atty. baby: stop it. u don't need me at that game, you have that perky cheerleader who knows how to suck díck, who spends your money, who wants to carry your babies, and who wasn't an inexperienced girl who you only wanted for her virginity, right?

My adam's apple bobbed, my own painful words slapping right back at my face. I deserved it.

me: i am sorry, baby. please let me explain. i didn't mean any of that. please talk to me. I'll make it up to you, i promise.