For His Entertainment

Chaper Fifty-six

"What happened?" I asked back at Gwen while still staring at Spencer in the eye.

Narinig ko ang buntong hininga ni Gwen sa kabilang linya, and I know something was up. "Zach will undergo surgery. He's looking for you. He wants to take legal actions against Mr. Feledrico."

Lalong kumunot ang noo ko. Spencer's eyes were boring a hole in my face. And when I can no longer match the intensity of his gaze, tumalikod ako sa kan'ya. "For what charges?" Bulong ko. Ni wala na akong pakialam kung ano pa mang medical procedure ang gagawin niya. Wala na akong pakialam sa kan'ya.

"We're still waiting for his lawyers' advice but he wanted to file for frustrated homicide."

"Frustrated homicide?!" I blurted out. Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko. "Is he fucking crazy? Any judge will junk that! There was no intent to kill! He's not even in a coma! Ni wala ngang murder wea—"

Natigilan ako sa dapat na sasabihin ko. Naalala ko iyong bote ng wine na binasag ko sa ulo niya. Can he... No... hindi naman iyon pwede. I was the one who did that. He can't be that unfair. He can't prove that to anyone, not even in court.

Or can he?

"Hindi ko alam, Ally," bumuntong hininga si Gwen sa kabilang linya, which reminded me that I'm still in this phonecall. "I don't know what happened, okay? I'm not a lawyer. But he's serious. I need you here to appease him. Don't worry about the media. I'll handle them."

Binagsak ko ang sarili ko sa kama. Hindi na ako nagsalita pa. In that moment, natakot akong makita siya. I know he can't harm me because of the physical condition he's in but... his words will dig right through me. Mayroon siyang laban sa 'kin.

I know the risk is low na mayroong maniwala sa kan'yang frustrated homicide iyon, but am I really willing to accept even the slightest risk?

No. Not when I'm putting the life of another in danger.

Especially Spencer.

And Zach knows that. He knows I'm not willing to take a risk and he's gonna use it to his advantage.

He's gonna blackmail me and I don't know if I can still handle any of that.

I ended the call and let myself sulk in the limbo I was in. There are a lot of things to consider, a lot of angles to look at. I was racking my brain of any solution that it can produce—anything. I was begging my brain to think. Pero unti-unti na akong napapagod. Kahit utak ko ay ayaw nang gumana.

But at what cost?

Spencer was right. I am the cost.

"Do you want to eat?" Spencer said after a long while.

I almost forgot about him being here. And with his words, my mouth started to water. I haven't eaten for hours—let alone drank any liquid. My head was already feeling lightheaded, like I was about to faint anytime.

I nodded shyly at his question. In a spur of the moment, I stopped caring about the time. I stopped caring about everything else.

An amused smirk formed on his lips before he completely erased it. Nagtungo siya sa intercom na nasa gilid ng kama and ordered for room service.

"Do you have... pancake?" He said, looking back at me as if asking for permission. I pouted involuntarily and nodded my head for his confirmation.

He still knows my favorite.

I missed all these little things that I once took for granted.

"And strawberry syrup," he added. The visual image of pouring the syrup on the pancake is making my stomach growl. Zach never allowed me to eat pancakes. He said carbs will only make me fat, and I will lose projects and followers. Naniwala naman ako dahil alam kong totoo iyon. I've seen it before. People tend to love those that are beautiful in their eyes, no questions asked.