Army (What Breaks My Heart 2)

Chapter Two: Suck this family.

"I'm glad you named her Zeanna, Cristoff..."

"Of course Mom. Naging letter of the Guevarra Clan na ang Z ."

I rolled my eyes hearing those words coming out from my Dad's mouth himself.
Especially that word 'Guevarra'.
If it were too cliche, I would've marry an Alonzo this instant. I could walk around the world with his last name. Talking 'bout addictiveness.

"It's been 5 years mula nung last kang ipinakita ng Mommy Rachel mo sa'min."

Cos you're all bad big wolves.

She caressed my hair while I busied myself in my phone. It's me, Grandma, Grandpa, and Kurt, my oh-so-notorious cousin are just in the lounge.

"Zeanna looked a lot like Cristoff, but..." paused, I glanced at her. "Rachel's personality really was present in Zeanna." She smiled. Zara smiled.

Yet I was so confident at myself, I do knew I got it from my Mom.
My mom whose not as fraud as you are, Zara.

My mistake for not telling, Zara and Dad was in the opposite seats from ours.

"I don't look like Dad, I looked Mom, and Mom alone." Never got enough of my sarcasms, I rolled my eyes and went stare back to my phone again.

I heard Kurt's tsk and a washed off disappointment.

Geez heaven, she was just showing off in front of everyone. But in my book, she's into Dad, Grandma and Grandpa! Obsessed with family support and money?
I know, Zara. I know.

"You're right Zara. I think so too..." reminiscing, "I remember my High School days when I'm also in her age, I was,... stubborn. Pinapaniwalaan ko lang ang gusto ko. " Grandma stated as she smiled at me.

"Grandma, I'm not stubborn." I pouted, not looking at her.

Grandma Cass is one of my allay in my family when war begins with that Zara. She damn well understands me. Confused why she didn't pass her understandings to Dad.
Way to death, I'll die today Dad would never understand me.

But since the world is equally awful, I sometime, hated Grandma. There are most of the times she just can't stop babbling about Zara. Was she her missing daughter? What? Santa's suit that she can't be replaced with blue pajamas even after it gets dirty?
You do get my point right?
Ugh.

And here she goes again. "Cristoff, kung si Zara kaya nakatuluyan mo, I expect Zeanna would be much prettier and..." there's a pause.

A pause I know I wouldn't like what would be the next word.

"...nicer." Grandma smiled at me, not that apologetic look she wears but that look saying she was blessed enough. Still. "But since si Rachel yung minahal mo, I couldn't do anything about it. Well, the heart wants what it wants." I almost burst that 'minahal mo'—past tense. I'm not stupid. But she then again smiled at me and caress my hair.

Okay. Stop being this nega.

Then I just smiled at her. I can't lose her now. May sasabihin pa sana ako pero—

"Zara's become your bestfriend so what more can it be right? Time heals all pain. We don't know if..."

Okay. That's it! I scoffed at those words. Too young to understand, huh? Shut up. "NO. I'm not going to allow it. Kung gugustuhin ni Dad na sumama sa kanya," I pinpoint that ZARA, "give me my shares so that I CAN LIVE ON MY OWN."

There was silence.
Then Kurt seemed to cough at his own saliva and give me that look. Grandpa was speechless the whole time, Grandma scoffed. Dad smirked with rage eating his eyes while Zara was so shocked the hell out of her.

Well, who wouldn't after hearing a large amount of money would be loss from Dad himself? What will happen to me? In my future babies?  would be in her mind right now.

"Zeanna..." There. Dad's voice got serious. My hairs in the neck, started to creep out. I've got my own right and I don't want it to go to vain. Syempre 'di ako magso-sorry.

"It's not my fault." I rolled my eyes after letting those words coldly and defensively. And another thing that stopped me from bursting out, a text appeared right in front of my eyes.

"Manang-mana ka talaga sa Mommy mo—"

"EXACTLY. The fact that you really know me, and my mom, you hit it big time. Especially our life? And Dad's? Just. Wow." I tilted my head in amusement and gave her the sarcastic tone she asked for, without looking. I'm busy reading somebody's text.

"WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS ZEANNA?!" Dad suddenly stood up in anger and I had goosebumps in a second.

I can't look at him. I know I might break down or burst out bad damn words but I have to keep calm somehow. I don't like this but I have to protect him from the poisoning of this snake.

"I don't like what I'm hearing from yourself. You really are pushing me to the limits. How would you like if I ground you another year or just give you what you wanted?"

I flinched when he came closer and accidentally slip the vase on the table to tilt a bit. I was scared, alright.

I can't hardly think why it came to the point everything's a mess. What I can stand for was, I have to get out from here right now. Reduce my temper in seeing Zara caressing Dad's arm to calm down. Still can't look at him, I closed my eyes as his sermon continues.

"You wanted to live on your own?! I'll ask you for the last time. If you can't figure your right answer right here, right now,"

I know. He must be pinpointing at me. I'm such a pain in the ass. If you have just understand me Dad, I wouldn't rebel high enough.

"ZAYN. Cristoff, stop." A cold, hard voice stopped my inner self shaking. My tempers went average, feeling a lot uneasy.

This time, I opened my eyes only seeing Grandpa holding Dad's arm, pulling him far from me.

"She's in her young age, she won't understand..." their fatherly lines went on the other side of the seat.

Hard to please everyone but, I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING. I can handle myself. Just. Not from Dad. But Grandpa, thanks anyway.

"NO. She passed the limits Dad!" Another shout from Dad, arguing the same thing about me when my phone rang.

I didn't excused myself. Letting them look at the same expressions, I answered the phone.

After it, I stood up get my bag. "Emergency, I need to go." I gave one last smile at Kurt, Grandpa, Grandma and Zara. The plastic one is for her. Really.

Without questions and another arguments, I went near Dad. "Sorry Dad. I think you should ground me next time nalang." Sarcasm was evident. Why? Oh I just remembered, he lets Zara seduce and control his life—almost our lives.

So then I pursed my lips, kissed his raged face with thickening of concern, anger, and sadness and left him real hot in there.

I really am sorry Dad, but I can't also let you ruin me with Zara's curse using you. I can't let that do this to us. Unless you get carried away with her.

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Too tired to type these! Too tired to sit two hours with awaited distractions to self-destruct. Ugh. Yeah, it's sembreak but I can't even have right time of sleep. Geez, help me God. ANYWAY! What about it? Enjoying them? Or forgetting my efforts?
C'mon. I love you guys. Don't forget to vote and pm me for friendship okay? I'm always here. But wait, I still want you all to meet COLE STONE from The Bad Boy's Girl . Maybe I'll just stop here for now. G'nyt Pips!

XOXO,
Christine :*