Museo Ng Manunulat

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One thought on my mind: Run.

That girl is fucking crazy! I never wanted to be a father, let alone be her husband. I just wanted to have a casual sex, but then this ex of mine wanted it to be inside her ‘just to know what it feels inside’. What the fuck?!

It feels like another Friday night, but that night wasn’t the same as other Friday nights. The companies I have stocks with suddenly plummeted  down faster than how my feet runs right now. It was such a devastating loss of my money, and so I did what a sad man who lost a lot of their money to something else does:

Spend it to other things. Specifically alcohol. Get drunk. Get wasted. Forget everything. And so I did.

As I was chugging my tenth beer, I glanced on my shoulder to see my ex-girlfriend. Before, she was… normal: sweet, caring, loving. Her biggest asset was not only her figure, but also her thirst for sex. If only I did not beg for her to not to it all the time, I would’ve probably been out of semen by now. We had a huge argument about buying a house while discussing the future, which brought some of her own problems, and we had to split up.

I was fed up with her at that time. She texted me way too much after we broke up, begging me to come back. Sometimes, she sends me pictures of her private parts. I did not care. I wouldn’t come back to her. But that Friday night? When you’re drunk, and the goddess of sex went straight to you, brushed her fingers across your shoulder and asked you if you want to have some fun, all the answer you can say is yes.

And so we did. Locking the door, pinning her on her walls. I was hungry, she was the meat lying on table. On her place. We stripped naked, like how Adam and Eve did when they first went out the Garden, and made their own Paradise. On her bed. I laid her down. Thrust it in. Did our own symphony of voices. We fucked. We climaxed. It was in. And it was the worst idea I did.

Months pass by and she texted me five words, “I’m pregnant. I want you.” and the rest is history.

I slammed the door shut. Panting, I let myself cry. Back against the door, sliding down, I blamed myself for everything. Now, I am scared. I am unprepared. I do not know what to do. It was the biggest regret I had. I shouldn’t have fucked her! I shouldn’t have went to that bar. Hell, I shouldn’t have been drunk at that time. I am not ready, yet!

I do not know what to do, so I tried to call my father. Try to get some advice as to what to do in this situation. But he doesn’t pick up his phone. I tried it again and again until I heard it ring. “Please, please, please.” I whispered.

I heard a knock on my door.

The world stopped moving.

“Did you know that I stalked you for so long, that I knew you’d come to that bar?”

I heard a ringing phone outside the door.

“I love you…”

My dad picked the phone up; right as I opened the door, assuming he was at the other side.

“...I still do, babe. I still do.”

There she is, holding a bloodied phone Smiling widely. One of her hands was on her baby bump. “I told you, I want you.” in synchronized monotone of the phone and her smirk.

Is the world fucking me? Are you fucking kidding me?

“I tracked your calls, which lead me to your father. He wouldn’t give me your location, neither his phone, so I have dealt him with.” she casually said.

I was frozen in place. With rage. With fright. With terror. “What…”

“I love you, babe. Let’s be together forever.” she casually said, closing the distance between us. I can’t see shit, so I stumbled backwards. She wasn’t stopping, though. Locking the door behind her. Her smirks are the dagger which might kill me.

“I love you, babe. Let’s be together forever.” she casually said, staring deep into my soul. I can not break my sights on her, but I can not stay like this forever, so I crawled backwards. My hands are trembling. My feet gathering no strength to move backward.

“I love you, babe. Let’s be together…”

“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted. Then dead silence. She stopped moving. I don’t know what to do anymore. It feels like any word she says is scratching the insides of my brain, or burns my eardrums. I do not care what you’re telling me. I do not love you anymore. Leave me the fuck alone!

Maybe that was the worst mistake I have made: crossing paths with her again. Maybe if I wasn’t there in that bar, or I did not crossed the street, or if I just stayed here in my house inside of being drunk, or just drink here in my room. Maybe, just maybe, I would’ve lived more meaningful, without worrying about anything, or at least not this woman---

Not this Psychopath.

I might have screamed my thoughts earlier. Or maybe everything I have been thinking, because she had stood there for a dead minute, barefaced and emotionless. That is, until she smiled.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, my love.”

I think I just awoken a demon.

“You always push me away, like how you did before.”

I back myself up, running on my bed.

“Don’t you want me back? You could tie me up again, use me up ‘till you get tired, then use me again. Don’t you love me?”

I want her to stop.

“Don’t you promise me forever, my love?”

She emerged from the doorway.

“’Till death do us part, right?”

Holding a knife. Her smiles, before it was full of happiness, now of hatred and disgust. Her face painted with lust. Not with sex, but with blood. She’s all twisted and broken

“Please, don’t…” I begged her. Then she laughed. Her laugh echoed the room, engulfing the remaining silence.

“Will you support my child? Will you love me? Will you be there for me ‘till death?!” she lunges at me with ease. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me you love me.” then she chuckled as she thrust the knife on me. In me. On me.

“I love you, babe! I love you. I love you. I love you!” she screamed over and over and over. It is in those echoes that brought me into the oblivion.

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Another day, another headache. At least we’re making progress at constructing Ms. Cruz’s house. We’re about to start mixing the cement when Ms. Cruz treated us with Coke and some burgers. We were more than obliged to take a break with a long day. As we were eating, Ms. Cruz pulled out a bag full of what appears to be sand. She sprinkled it on the cement mixer, smiling. She touched her baby bump and smiled wider.

I never get the owner of this house.