My Lover is the Son of a Mafia Leader

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Nakatulala lang ako at tinititigan ang painting na nakasabit sa dingding. For some reason, it's the most interesting I've seen today. I'm at Uncle Bern's house when I called Anthony agad nya ring tinawagan si Uncle at agaran naman nila akong sinundo. 

I wanted to grab some of my stuff or more like I used that excuse for me to see what is the current state of my room.

I wanted to know where did they find it. How did they find it? Who found it? Why is it in my room? Is this some kind of a prank? because if it is... it's really not funny. But if it is a prank... how did they get in? Hindi ba strict ang security? 

Pinikit ko ang mga mata ko parang sasakit ang ulo ko sa kakaisip. Tahimik lang kami habang nasa sasakyan kami. Anthony offered me to stay at his place tonight but Uncle Bern said that it would be better if I stay home back to the mansion.

 Makahuluguhan ang tingin nila sa isa't-isa pero I'm too tired to analyze it. Or baka wala naman talagang makahulugan sa mga tingin na iyon at masyado lang ako nag-iisip na kung ano-ano. 

"I'll go back tomorrow" ani ko. Anthony looked at me like I just told him I'm pregnant. He clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes at me. 

"No, you're not. You'll stay where we told you to stay." 

"I can't. A, I have my stuff there and besides sa tingin ko prank lang yun. Malay natin it's a fake burned head. Right?" 

"Do you even hear yourself right now? Don't be ridiculous. It's too dangerous. We're not sure if it's a prank or something is trying to target you already." hindi ko na sya pinansin at tinuon ang pansin ko sa labas. 

Tahimik lang si Uncle, nang dumating sya tinanong nya lang ako if I'm okay and then he didn't ask any questions. I wonder what is he thinking. It really scares me when he's quiet. His silence scares me the most. 

Una akong bumaba ng sasakyan at ramdam ko na nakasunod sa akin si Anthony. I went straight to the kitchen to drink some water. Water might help to loosen the tension in my body right now. 

Ramdam ko ang mga tingin sa akin ni Anthony pero hindi ko pa rin sya pinapansin. I'm about to head upstairs when he grabbed my arm "Skyla, please" 

I looked at him. He looks really tired, he was sleeping when I called him. My face softens and held his hand and squeezed it. "I'm okay. You should rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow" agad akong pumasok sa kwarto ko at isinara ang pintuan. Tonight was too much for me and I can't help but cry. 

Halos mag-iisang oras ko nang tinititigan ang painting sa kwarto ko. Uncle Bern has a thing for art. Sa bawat kwarto dito sa mansion ay may mamahalin syang koleksyon. Kasalukuyan kong tinitignan ang painting ng isang babae na nakaupo sa isang bato at malayo ang tingin. 

I wonder what was running inside the head of the painter when he painted this? What was he thinking? What was his reason for painting this? Is there a story behind this painting? Nakatulala lang ako at tinititigan ang painting na nakasabit sa dingding. 

For some reason, this painting is the most interesting I've seen today. 

Maybe sleep will help me forget tonight. So I closed my eyes and tried to forget about my question and worries. 

Nagising ako sa tunog ng cellphone ko when I checked who was calling... its Alexavia. 

"Hey. Morn--" 

"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME LAST NIGHT? ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HURT? GUSTO MO PUNTAHAN KITA DYAN?" inilayo ko sa tenga ko ang cellphone dahil masyadong malakas at medyo masakit sa tenga ang boses ni Alexavia. Anthony probably told her what happened.