One Promise (Celestial Series #1)

Promise 7

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Chapter 7

Championships, the moment everyone waited for, because that was the measurement of an athlete's skill. Because when you're in the championship, it's never about what you do. It's always about what other people do.

That's why I was really aiming high on this because being the head captain for the squad would mean something. I am a leader. I got to be followed. I got to show them what my capability is. I'd get to show something I achieved, something I could be proud of.

Masigla akong bumaba sa hagdan. I didn't know where Dad was. He was so drunk yesterday so I didn't get the chance to tell him of the good news.

Pagkababang-pagkababa ko, nagulat na lang ako nang may tumamang bote na may kalahating laman na gatas sa akin. I groaned in pain when the bottle hit my back.

Umigting ang aking panga at matalim kong binalingan ng tingin si Daddy.

"Ano ba'ng problema mo, Dad?" asik ko.

It was early in the morning and Dad was acting up! Nasa punto na ako na gusto kong ipa-ban ang lahat ng alcoholic drink sa mundo. Look what it was doing to my dad! He's irrational and his liver can also have a failure because of that stupid alcoholic drinks!

Daddy shrugged. "Sira na yung gatas. Ang asim. Hindi mo man lang tinanggal sa refrigerator 'yon! Muntik pa akong malason dahil doon!"

Umirap ako sa sagot niya. For something that petty, he threw me a bottle. He hurt me again.

"E di sana, Dad, you checked first the expiry date. I'm too busy earning and taking care of you kaya wala akong oras para mai-check pa ito."

Pinulot ko yung bote at inilapag ito sa lamesa.

Dad snorted. "Ang sabihin mo, sinadya mo iyon! Gusto mo na akong mamatay kaya sinasadya mo akong magkasakit!"

Nagulat ako sa mga ibinato ni Daddy na salita. Why the hell would he think of that? Hindi ko nga siya iniiwan . . . then, he thought of me that way? Kumirot ang dibdib ko sa halo-halong emosyon. Hindi ko maintindihan kung ano ang dapat kong maramdaman pero mas umaangat ang sakit at pagkabigo.

My own dad thought I want him gone.

No matter how much pain someone may have caused us, it wasn't right to want them gone for good. It would only haunt us more, leaving us in the losing ends. That's why I didn't think wishing for such would mean better. Instead, wish they'd live long and torture them with regrets and sorry. Let them fix the damage they'd made while making them repent for what they'd done. That was the best counterattack for me.

I ignored Dad's hurtful remarks.

Hinila ko ang upuan malapit sa akin na nakatalikod kay Daddy at umupo na roon. I'd prefer to sit here than see my dad nagging and growling this early in the morning.

"Ha? May sinasabi ka? Ikaw, bata ka, napakainggrata!" Marahas niya akong binatukan kaya nasubsob ako sa lamesa.

Hinablot niya ang likurang buhok ko at marahas na hinatak iyon para maiangat ko ang aking ulo at makita niya ang mukha ko. I was hysteric and my tears were threatening to fall once again because of the pain of getting my hair pulled from my scalp. Pero nailunok ko ang nagbabadyang luha sa aking mga mata.

"Daddy! Wala po akong sinasabi, please! Hindi ko naman po kayo sinagot. Dad! Nasasaktan ako!"

Huminga siya nang malalim at marahas niyang binitiwan ang buhok ko. Naramdaman ko ang tumutulong dugo sa gilid ng aking ulo dahil sa lakas ng pagkatama ko sa lamesa. Napariin din ang pagkagat ko sa aking ibabang labi kaya nalasahan ko rin ang metallic na lasa ng dugo ko roon.