A life like this

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ni followingthemaps

Damien's POV

"Son, bakit hindi mo raw sinasagot ang mga tawag ni Kristel? She called to me minutes ago," my mother said. I just shrugged.

Kristel is my manager. Not someone special. Truth is, I'm not in the mood to shoot. Not because of what happened months ago, that shitty wedding stuff, but because I am thinking of that girl.

Yes, that girl in black leather jacket and boots. With that hot red lipstick.

Nagising ako sa isang hotel mag-isa. My bills were paid. I kept on asking the receptionist kung sino ang nagcheck in sa akin, and they said it refused to give her name. Damn.

She's no ordinary girl. I knew it. Unang sulyap ko palang sa kanya, may kakaiba na akong naramdaman. I am not really sure about it, but I know there's something. She got my attention so quickly. And not to brag, my attention requires so much beauty and value.

Sumabay ako sa pagkain sa parents ko. Both asked some questions, just some random stuff, obviously, being careful not to bring the topic about Aphrodite or that wedding. Pero wala na naman akong pakialam. I just don't wanna see Aphrodite anymore. I just fu cking hate that rude bitch.

Tinapos ko na ang pagkain ko at nagpaalam na sa kanila. I went to my room and walked straight to my personal bathroom. Under the cold water from the shower, I closed my eyes and let the image of that blonde run into my head.

The way she smiled at me,

The way she talked,

The way she laugh,

Everything about her is so beautiful and I can't wait to see and hear something from her again. I swear, hindi pwedeng ang una naming pagkikita ay maging huli. Hahanapin ko siya. I will hunt her soul down. I will not stop until I see her again.

I just found myself hard as rock. What the f did you do to me, woman? Is she fu cking with my system? Just like what the rude bitch did?

Scarlett Blair's POV

After two weeks ay bumalik na rin ako sa bahay. Damn. I missed my room. Just my room. Not my parents. Well, don't get me wrong, okay? I'm not a bad daughter. I'm just tired of them leading my life that's why I didn't miss them. It feels great to have my 'freedom' for at least two weeks. Kahit papaano ay naranasan kong mabuhay na walang nagdidikta.

"Scarlett."

My mother's voice was stern. Walang katok-katok ay pinasok niya ang kwarto ko. I sighed in disbelief. Simula nang umuwi ako rito ay masyado na silang galit na galit. Pinahiya ko raw sila sa mga Bautista-- you know, the family where the man they want me to marry belongs. I just don't answer back dahil baka kung ano pang masabi ko. Mas nauna pa silang magalit sa akin kaysa sa itanong kung saan ako naglagi noong mga panahong nawala ako. Just what the hell.

"Yeah?" I answered, pretending not to give a damn. Nakatingin lang ako sa librong binabasa ko. Seconds passed and I still hear nothing. Maya-maya ay may humablot ng libro ko.

"Don't you dare let me lose all my patience for you, Scarlett Blair. I didn't raise you to become disrespectful to us!" Galit na galit ang nanay ko. Parang puputok na ang mga ugat at litid niya. I still showed no emotions, but this time ay nakatingin na ako sa kanya.

I wanna laugh. Didn't raise me to what? To be disrespectful? They didn't raise me at all! Sa paglaki ko, tanging ang mga katulong lang ang kasama ko! Mas inuuna pa nila ang mga business nila kaysa sa akin! What about me? Bakit pa nila ako binuo kung hindi rin pala nila ako iintindihin? Gusto kong itanong iyon sa nanay ko pero hindi na lang. Dahil iisipin niya lang na bastos ako, at walang respeto gaya nang ipinagpuputok ng butsi niya ngayon.

"So what now?" Sagot ko. My mother's face still showed exasperation. Parang kating-kati siyang sampalin ako pero nagpipigil siya.

"You are gonna meet Danny Bautista tonight. No buts, no arguments! Don't you dare act like an idiot in front of the Bautista's! Itatakwil talaga kita, kung ipapahiya mo kami!" Mother said. I shook, trying to hide the pain in my face. Suddenly, I feel like there's a lump in my throat. At ang sakit-sakit pigilan na hindi maiyak.

I didn't answer. Moments later, at narinig ko ang yabag at pagsara ng pinto ko. Doon ko ibinuhos ang sakit na nararamdaman ko.

Why do I have to live a life like this?