The Prince at ang Pobre (Completed)

Chapter 8

Ahh! Sige pa! Ahh! Bobby! Sige! Bobby! Sige pa! Bobby! Sige! Sige! Si...

"Hoy bakla! Matulog ka nga! Ang ingay-ingay mo!"

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Cess POV

Sinigawan ako ni Jelai. Letsugas naman, oh. Echoserang mukhang bakla. Alas-tres palang ng madaling araw, sinisira na agad ang mga harot moments ko. Kakaloka kang prosti ng mga tambay 'jan sa labas, hindi na hiya. Iniwan lang siya ni Fafa Pedro ko, ipinalit agad niya kay Fafa Bobby.

Grabe, ang gwapo-gwapo ni Bobby. Ang macho. Kahit sang anggulo, takam na takam akong talaga. Eh, kung sana eh, babae lang ako, eh, ipaparenta ko na sa kanya ang mattress ko para matikman ko siya gabi-gabi.

Gabi-gabi, napapanaginipan ko siya. Ang sarap niyang halikan, mula sa ulo hanggang sa kuko ng mga paa niya. Ang sarap niyang yakapin. Ang sarap niyang ulamin. Ah! Grabe. Ah! Sarap talaga. Ang sa...

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Hoy bakla! Umayos ka! Ang landi-landi mo talaga, pati ang si ate at si kuyang nagbabasa lang, linalaswa mo.

Mahiya ka nga. Sinali ka pa sa The Prince at ang Pobre, ang laswa-laswa mo. Nakakabwesit ka talaga. Teka, isusumbong kita kay author...

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Dear kuyamoveonna,

Huwag na huwag niyo pong bigyan si bakla, este, si Cesar po ng POV kasi ang laswa-laswa niya, tala...

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Huy, Jelai! Joke lang yun. Huwag ka naman charotera 'jan...

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...gang hindi po siya bagay sa kuwentong ito. Pakitanggal po siya kasi ewan ko po bakit niyo po kaming ginawang magkapatid. Aasahan ko pong pagkasunod na kabanata, wala na po siyang papel. Salamat.

Nagmamahal,

Jill.

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kuyamoveonna POV

Guys, stop that. You're not supposed to fight during the scene. It's not right. Keep your personal issues within yourselves, okay. Thank you and let's carry on.

*lights* *camera* *action*

*film frame flips*

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Prince’s POV

I was running down the stairs in Bellevue Hotel. I kept on running and running and the stairs was unending. I couldn't stop running down. I could feel someone chasing me but I couldn't see it. I don't know where it is. But one thing I know for sure. It's the thing that can put me in danger. It is that thing that threatens my life.

After a while, I could feel the building shaking. The walls are cracking. The stairs was dismantling. The whole building was going to collapse. And then, I saw myself upstairs. I was after me. I mean, I, myself was after me.

I was so freaked out so I was running away from me. It sounds so weird but I don't know. Ironically, weird. And then, the building began to collapse and I fell from the unending stairs and was so frightened. When I woke up, it was actually just a dream. Thank goodness.

It was 3 A.M. I am sleeping at the lower deck of Enrique's double-decked bed. Everyone was asleep except me. I couldn't sleep. I had troubles going back to sleep. This is complicated. Totally.

The scenarios were coming back. I could remember it all. But one thing was really confuzzling me, who is trying to kill me? Why would anyone try to kill me? Isn’t about my fame? My riches? What? I don’t need them anymore, anyways. They can take it all they want. They can take all I have as long as I am free to the life I’ve been used to which sickens me.