Psycho's Mine

Chapter Seventeen

I was glaring at Keith the whole ride home. Why? Because he's ignoring me! He's acting like I wasn't here after he kissed me. Na para bang hindi nangyari ang gulo kanina, na parang hindi ko siya nakitang nakipagpalitan ng bala at hindi niya sinabi na sa kanya lang ako. It's as if he don't know me and I don't exist in his eyes. In short, he's being an asshole. Again.

I am pretty sure he sense my brooding silence as I bore burning daggers to the side of his face that was visible in my eyes. I'm damn sure because his comrades were casting hesitant glances at my direction since I don't know when.

Pinapadama ko sa kanya ang pagka-irita ko using my poor eyes na kanina pa namumuti sa kakatitig sa kanya ng ubod ng talim. If looks could actually kill, my potent glare would choke him to his death.

Kanina ko pa siya kinukulit about those men who tried to shoot us (or was it just me?) and why on Earth they would do that. As far as I know, wala naman akong naging atraso sa kahit kanino. I play safe in my business, I don't do anything aside fair and square - well with the exception of the game with Keith of course because I was really contempt on winning and that was a desperate move for me. Hindi naman siguro siya ang nagpadala ng mga gunmen right? Isa pa, niligtas niya ako so he's out of the picture.

Napahinga ako ng malalim to stop myself from thinking anything further. If I force myself to think about something so comical, my brain would just suffer with migraine. The whole thing was like a void, ni hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ito nangyayari...

And here was Keith, still staring outside the window, checking his wristwatch occasionally. Blatantly ignoring me. This bastard...

How could he ignore me when I couldn't even neglect his presence? Kahit ngayong nasa state of shock parin ako, I am still aware of him. His familiar smell mixed with his usual cologne wafted in the air, suffucating me. The more I breathe, the more his smell becomes my oxygen. Damn...

I squirmed in my seat as I removed my gaze at him, I was getting horny just from his smell and that's effin' crazy.

Iniba ko agad ang takbo ng utak ko, it's starting to drift somewhere sinful so I better divert my thoughts to something else. But having Keith beside me is such a torture,I can't even think sanely except kissing him again. Kissing Keith is like tasting Ambrosia for the first time, decadent and sinful, straight from Olympus' orchard. Every time I kiss him or he kisses me, all rationale thoughts just dissipate, leaving nothing but dirty sinful things. Like what I'm currently thinking right now.

I peek a glance at him through the corner of my eyes as I watched him rub his index finger on his lower lip. Right there and then, I want to jump his fvcking bones.

My mom would disown me kung malalaman niya ngayon ang tinatakbo ng utak ko...

Mentioning my mom, bigla kong naalala ang naganap kanina. Oh my God! What if they hurt my mom because of me? What if paulanan din siya ng bala katulad kanina? My mom is ill and weak, wala siyang ibang kasama bukod sa mga maid sa bahay at personal aide niya. What if puntahan siya ng mga lalaking yun at saktan siya? I couldn't bear the thought of her suffering in the hands of those men, worse dying. Fvck!

Nanigas ako sa kinauupuan ko, my mom's life is in danger! Kasabay ng pagtigil ng kotse ay lumingon sa direksiyon ko si Keith, he saw my rigid stance and my pale expression.

Hinawakan niya ako sa braso at iniharap sa kanya, my eyes were wide and frantic and my heart beats a staccato in my chest.

Keith frowned when he saw my face and he started touching me, like he was searching for any damages.
"What? What's the matter Wynter? Are you hurt?" He asked.