Warning: If you clicked this page thinking you want to read a classic feel good romance novel, STOP READING NOW! This is not your ordinary romance novel. This will send chills down your spine, sometimes of the good kind but most of the time not at all. This might (or will) test your mental state of mind and it includes disturbing scenes and languages. This book has romance BUT THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY LOVE STORY.
(Foreword by the Author)
Dedicated to: ilovetruffles kasi hinintay niya talaga ang story na 'to.
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Tick-tock-tick-tock.
I feel dizzy. Anong amoy ‘yun? Lavender? Rose? Kahit ano pa, I hate it. I hate the smell of flowers. It smells like death.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
“Ang ganda niya.”
“What’s a beauty like her doing at a place like this?”
Narinig kong may nagu-usap sa may hallway kaya napatingin ako. Mga matatandang lalake, siguro nasa 30’s na sila. Kasing edad ng lalakeng ‘yun na…I shook my head as his image appeared on my mind. Napakaway pa sila pagtingin ko so I smirked at them.
Old perverts.
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
3:00 PM. What’s taking so long?
“Uhm Calika, pagpasensyahan mo na ‘yung mga bastos na ‘yun huh. Ngayon lang kasi yun nakakita ng tunay na maganda,” sabi ng lalake sa lobby, smiling intesely at me. Rodrick, yeah Rodrick, that’s his name. I don’t know why I remember but I do.
I just smiled at him fakely.
As if you’re not one of them.
Maya-maya pa ay bumukas na ang pintuan ng doctor ko…my psychologist. His polo shirt was unbuttoned half way down as he was sending a slutty looking girl wearing a tubed dress too short for her long, slender frame.
“Bukas ulit doc huh. I’ll need more of your…counseling,” sabi ng malanding babae habang hinihimas-himas niya ang braso ng doctor.
“Of course. You can come anytime,” sabi naman ng doctor, winking at her.
Umalis naman agad ang babae na ‘yun with a smile on her face that is worth millions. She raised her eyebrows at me as she walked past my way.
That―that is exactly the type of girl that deserves what happened to me 7 years ago.
I rolled my eyes at tumayo na ako at dumeretso sa loob ng office ng doctor ko.
“Hoy bakla, ba’t di mo pa inaamin sa mga babae mo ang totoo mong katauhan,” inis kong tanong sa kanya as I burst inside his door.
“Well good afternoon to you too,” sarcastic niyang sagot sa akin habang nagsisindi siya ng sigarilyo.
“You are so messed up. How can you even touch them when you and I both know you’re more attracted to your kind,” I said, smirking, as I sat on a chair opposite to him.
Napatawa nalang siya ng malakas at bumuga ng usok mula sa bibig niya.
“This coming from a psychiatric patient,” ganti niya sa akin, his eyes sparkling as if proud of what he just said.
I immediately jumped on his table and nailed my 4 inch stilleto on his chest in pure frustration.
“Don’t joke with me you know what I’m capable of,” I said, looking down at him na para bang isa lang siyang maliit na insekto na kaya kong tapusin anytime.
Napaubo nalang siya sa sakit dahil nakabaon pa rin ang stilleto ko sa dibdib niya.
“I’m not one of your toys,” poker face na pagkakasabi niya na para bang wala lang sa kanya ang banta ko. Tss. One of these days I’m going to clobber him good.
Kinuha ko nalang ang paa ko sa pagkaka-apak sa dibdib niya at tumalon mula sa itaas ng desk niya.
I grabbed my phone, went to photo galleries and tossed it to him. Alam ko namang ito ang gusto niyang makita eh.
He held my phone shakily. Kahit ilang taon niya na nakikita ‘to ganun pa rin siya, takot pa rin siyang makita ang pinaggagawa ko.
He forced himself a peak and scrolled down a little and next thing I knew, he was running towards the comfort room, vomitting to his heart’s content.
Weak. I said in my head, smirking.
“I―ilan,” sabi niya nung nakalabas na siya ng banyo, his hands on his mouth as if trying to stop himself from vomitting again. Nakakatawa ang mukha niya, parang nakainom ng suka.
“Three.” I said plainly.
“Why?” Tanong niya pa rin kahit paulit-ulit lang naman ang rason na binibigay ko sa kanya.
“They deserve it,” I answered blankly, no emotions attached.
“Calika, you got to stop doing this. You can’t get away with it forever. One day, they’ll be able to trace this.”
“When that day comes I can easily just kill myself. I’ve been long dead anyways.” To die is nothing. I was never really given a chance to live in this world anyways.
“Who…were they,” tanong ulit sa akin ng doctor ko, scrolling on the photos on my phone once again kahit di niya masikmura ang nakikita niya.
“One is a businessman, yung isa tatay ng kaklase ko, yung pangatlo tambay sa kanto.”
“And they all deserved your greatest punishment?” Tanong niya ulit, as if trying to knock some sense in this crazy little head of mine. But it won’t work. He knows that too well.
“More than deserve it.”
He sighed. “I thought I was winning. I thought I’ll be able to help you,” he said as he extinguised his cigarette.
“I’m beyond help.”
May sasabihin pa sana siya eh but then we both heard sirens at napatayo kami sa inuupuan namin agad-agad, looking at each other.
Kahit di kami magsalita, alam namin na pareho ang iniisip namin at the very moment.
Eto na ba ‘yun? Is this the day that they will catch me?
“Takbo!” Sigaw sa akin ng doctor ko…ni Damian. Yeah, that’s his name Damian. I’ll never forget that.
And as I lurched for the door of the lobby my head flashedbacked to that horrifying night, the night that I have met Damian, a night that changed my life forever and turned me into a heartless person.
My life ended that faithful night but maybe today, I’ll stop breathing.
BINABASA MO ANG
Psychology of a Heartbreaker
General FictionFirst you'll fall in love with me. Then you'll hate me. Next thing you know You'll wish you never met me. When did the future switch from being the light and hope to a completely unbearable darkness?
