"I'll find him, Dad. I swear I'll find him and make him pay for what he did!"
I fought the urge to cry on my father's burial. Dad said I am strong. I want to be strong just like what he told me. I will be strong.
I glanced at the coffin which was brought down the ground. How was it to know that your father died on the that day you received one of the university's highest award? How was it to know that he's been shot in head?
For a twenty year old me, it wasn't easy. It was never been easy. For years, I tried my hardest to complete the pieces of Dad's death. I became obssessed of seeking revenge for my father's untimely and injustice death.
"Who was that?"
I looked at the naked woman in my bed who's holding her phone and browsing photos on her gallery. Her name's Vannah and she's my flavor of this month. Love's really not my thing, so women just settled with what I can give to them.
"Oh, that was Sabrina. She's my bestfriend. She's in Canada right now."
Then I met her. On Vannah's phone. I just saw her photo once, and I can't take her off my mind since then.
"What are you doing here, Yvonne? Fck!"
Yvonne's my last night chick. I specifically told her to leave my house after we fcked and she did. But she came back early in the morning. I just finished my morning jog and Yvonned showed up with a towel on her body right before I was about to shower. Damn, I forgot to lock the door.
"Can't get enough of you, baby."
"Damn!"
She grabbed me and slammed her lips against mine. Her kiss went deeper and I was almost drowned of lust.
Ding Dong!
I cursed as my doorbell rang. Someone's on the door and Yvonne's inside my fcking condo!
I hurriedly pushed her away from me and went towards the door. I was stunned for a bit as I opened it.
Fck it, she's real. And she's in my front right now.
She's also out of yourself as I can feel the tension between us. She was speechless. And I know we have this connection. It felt so different.
"Yes Miss, how can I help you?"
I smirked at her. She looked so fcking gorgeous her photo I stole from Vannah's phone didn't do justice.
"Uh, I just want to ask if a certain Gene is living here."
I'm a lucky asshole, she's looking for me! Too bad, Yvonne had to show up and I looked like I messed up for an impression. She ran away. And I chase after her.
"Why the rush? Anyway, nice meeting you Sabrina. You look sexy as hell."
I can't forget her reaction when I said those words. Damn, I don't think I can sleep tonight. Oh, fck.
I can still remember the time my car was stuck in a flood and the nearest place I could shelter myself is her flower shop. I was damn fcking happy she agreed to be friends with me.
"Well, to start with, hey Sabrina. My name's Eugene Mijares. Gene for short, or whatever you want to call me. 27. Good looking, of course."
Even if it's just a mere handshake, I've got to hold her hand. And it felt so fcking good.
"Well. I'm Sabrina Louisse Altamonte. 25. Call me Sab."
Friends. There's nothing wrong with people trying to be friends with me. But I'm not sure why it felt like I'm so against of the idea of me being friends with her. Fck, I want more than that! I want more than friendship!
