I Can't Make You Love Me

Chapter XII - 6th Degree

"What the hell, Kuya?!" I shouted my lungs out as soon as I saw Kuya Dion, who was playing billiards at the garage. He just stared at me and continued playing. "Kuya?! What on earth have you done?!" 

"Aphrodite. I just did what I know is right." There was a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Kuya? What's right? Are you even listening to what you are saying?! Beating him is not the right thing!" I said furiously. Ghad. I had enough problems with Eros and Selene. Dadagdag pa pati si Kuya? 

"Are you shouting at me, Aphrodite?" He said with full authority. Does he really think I will get intimidated with that tone? Count me out. 

"No, Kuya. I am not shouting at you. I was just raising my voice so you could clearly understand what my point is." I hissed at him and rolled my eyes out. He brushed his hair in exasperation. I know he was just controlling his temper, and so was I. Hindi naman porket nakatatanda siya, eh pwede na niyang basta-bastang pakelaman ang buhay ko. Buti sana kung nakatulong eh? But noooooooo.

"Stop your childishness, Aphrodite. Ginawa ko lang yun dahil kuya mo ko. Gusto lang kitang protektahan, and that is my job. I was just concern, that's all. Oo. Nangenge alam na kung nangenge alam, pero masisisi mo ba ko? Am I the one to be blame here?" He impassively stared at me. Sorry kuya, but I won't back down.

"Kuya. I understand na nagagalit ka sa kanya dahil sa nangyari sa'min, but please, let me fix this. This is beyond your concern. Oo kapatid mo ko at kuya kita. But it doesn't mean that you already have all access to invade my personal issues! What you did was beyond absurd! You're helping to make the situation worse!" I was so frustated and tired at the same time. Bakit ba hindi nila maintindihan na ayokong pinakeke alaman ako? 

"Tumigil ka na, Aphrodite! Just stop! Don't test my temper. Hindi porket kapatid kita ay pwede mo na kong sigaw-sigawan! Kuya mo pa rin ako!"

"At hindi porket kapatid mo ako eh pakeke alaman mo na ko!" 

"Enough!" And then there was a very powerful voice that send shivers through my spine. Will this situation get even worse?

"Dad." We said in chorus. I was really nervous. I'm not facing kuya Dion nor Kuya Hermes here. I am now facing the person who can make my tongue disappear in a blink of an eye. My dad. 

"In the living room. Now." His voice was beyond deep. I honestly got scared. My inner bitch's face turned pale and went running and screaming to the hills. I took a deep breath, hoping by this process, I would regain all the courage I had minutes ago. 

We followed dad to the living room, me, trying to hide the fear running through my system, and kuya Dion, looking all serious and cold. What a great day I'm having! 

Dad sat down the couch, while we were standing infront of him. We look like seven year old kids trying to apologize to their dad for breaking the flower vase. And in that moment, I wished I did just broke the vase. 

"Explain. Now." He eyed us both. One thing about dad is that he never. And when I say never, he never want to see the three of us fighting. That's why we really tried to avoid it, which we failed at doing. 

I really can't find my voice at this moment. I guess it dashed off together with my inner bitch who buried herself down the hills. Though I am quite thankful for losing it, I mean, I can't possibly tell my dad what the real situation is, right? Telling him these will be a very very very bad idea. 

"Well? I'm waiting." Well, Dad is not a fan of the word patience, though. I'm just praying that Kuya Dion won't speak up or else I'll strangle him to death. I took a glance at him with pleading eyes. Hoping that he won't spill the beans.