Chaos
"Ano nangyayari dito?" tanong ko makita kong nagkakagulo sa may tapat ng classroom namin.
I sighed deeply. It's our section... again. Ano na namang kaguluhan ang nagaganap dito? Suking-suki na ako sa guidance.
When I walked into the classroom, I could see my classmates' expressions filled with fear. The woman Clay was hugging received a harsh look from the old man inside.
"Leisha, pumunta ka na dito bago pa ako mapuno," the man gave a loud shout as he threatened the woman.
I looked closely at the woman Clay was holding.
Clay hugged the woman fiercely, wrapped his arms around her as if to protect her from the outside world. She leaned into him, her body a patchwork of wounds that conveyed a story of suffering and survival. Dark purple and deep blue markings sprayed across her arms and shoulders, each a quiet testament to fights waged and survived.
Her face, partly covered by untidy hair, had a bruise along her cheek that contrasted sharply with her light complexion, and another shaded her jawline. Despite the obvious signs of her difficulties, her eyes gleamed with a mix of vulnerability and ferocious determination, sparkling with unshed tears that hinted at the weight she carried.
Clay felt the warmth of her body against his, a delicate strength that struck a deep chord within him. The softness of her shape, marked by the bruises, made him want to protect her even more. He carefully caressed her back, aware of her skin's sensitivity, his touch both soothing and cautious.
Did I miss something between this two or I was just imagining it?
"You're just imagining it," si Rocco na dahilan para mapaidtad ako.
Nakakagulat naman 'to. Bigla-bigla na lang sumusulpot.
Leisha trembled against him, terrified as the man angry shouts boomed outside.
"Walang mangingialam sa inyo, naiintindihan niyo ba?" the man while spitting on us.
G-go pala 'to e. Gawa-gawa siya ng gulo dito and now he's thinking na walang mangingialam sa kaniya?
Maya-maya pa ay sumulpot si Arden sa tabi ko. Isa pa naman 'tong bigla-bigla na lang ring sumusulpot.
Lumapit ang lalaki sa dalawa at tinulak nito si Clay. Dahil sa nangyari ay tuluyan nang nakuha ng matanda ang kaniyang anak. Kinaladkad niya pa ito papunta sa kabilang sulok ng classroom. Clay was about to rush forward when another classmate of ours stopped him.
"Sumosobra na siya," naiinis at kita kong paghahanda ni Javier na manugod.
Ang ibang estyudante ay nanginginig na sa takot, kahit ang mga kaklase namin ay hindi na alam kung ano ang gagawin.
"Pa, s-sasama na ako s-sa i-inyo, w-wag n-niyo l-lang silang saktan p-please" Leisha begged.
"This is too much," even Rocco noticed.
"Tatay niya 'yun? Ba't hindi sila magkamukha?" napatawa naman ako sa tinanong ni Javier. Kahit kailan talaga.
I sighed turning my attention again to the man and Leisha.
This is not what a family looks like. Despite this, she still referred to him as father.
Nang oras na iyon ay biglang tumahimik ang buong seksiyon. Tanging ingay na lang ng mga estyudanteng nasa labas ang maririnig mo. I could clearly see the anger building up in my classmates. Although their mouths are closed, I know what they are thinking.
Nag-iba bigla ang ihip ng hangin. Mapapansin mong nakapikit at walang kibo ang mga ito at naglalabas ng kaniya-kaniyang init ng hininga.
Where the f-ck are the teachers? Aren't they supposed to do something?
