COMPLETED (UNDER REVISION)
They say everybody needs a second chance. No matter how mean you are.
Though for some people, they find that second chance a little late.
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The black sheep of the Montez family. That's what they called Ale...
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6 YEARS AGO - MAY,
Sa loob ng medyo madilim na study room na lampshade lang ang nagsisilbing liwanag, nakadama ako ng sampal sa kaliwang pisngi ko.
I don't know why.
Madami na akong natanggap na sampal sa iba - from those worthless lowlifes that actually think they have a proper place in this world. I even gave it back to them double.
But this time, it's different. It hurts. Siguro dahil na din sa malakas na buhos ng ulan at kasabay ng mga kulog at kidlat, mas dama ko ang sakit na dumapo sa'kin.
If I try to recall everything that happened to me, sa buong dalawampung taon ng buhay ko, I think this is the first time na sinampal ako ng magulang ko. My dad to be specific.
It hurts. I could cry from this, but to be honest, I don't think I'm sad. I think I'm mad.
I glared back at my dad. I was cupping my red cheeks, my eyes are also red, but it was as dry as the dessert. And I can see that he was expecting me to glare back at him. He doesn't look surprised. On the contrary, I think I was the one who's expecting something. I expected a little that he'll be hurt, but no.
No one in this family is expecting something good from me. Iniisip nilang lahat na masamang anak ako.
Well, if that's how they view me, then be it! I'll be their black sheep.
"I thought you were better than this, Aleeza." Dad said in frustration.
I sneered and shamelessly rolled my eyes. What a lie. "Really, dad? You thought I was better?" I repeated his question, full of sarcasm. "You don't have to lie, dad, just to make me feel guilty. Because I won't anymore." Sagot ko sa kaniya.
He clenched his fist. I think konting provoke na lang at sapak na ang tatanggapin ko sa kaniya, hindi na sampal.
"You ungrateful kid!" He shouted. "Pagkatapos ng paghihirap namin ng mama mo na palakihin ka, 'yan ang isusukli mo sa'min?" He said, pointing at me.
I sneered again. He's saying the most funny things. "Paghihirap? Really, dad? Saan banda kayo naghirap? Sa paghahanap ng katulong na mag-aalaga sa'min?" Depensa ko.
"Can you hear, what you're saying right now? Masyado ka nang bastos! Sa inyong magkakapatid, hindi mo ba napansin na ikaw lang ang gan'yan?"
Oh, yeah, there he goes again. He's starting to compare me again to my siblings. Does he think it'll still work on me? "Sige! Ikumpara mo na naman ako! Ikumpara mo ulit ako sa kanila!" I snapped. This is what I hate the most - comparing me to those goody-two shoes. So bago pa siya makapagsalita, inunahan ko na siya at ginaya ang paraan niya ng pagsasalita. "'Tignan mo 'yung mga kuya mo, they're so bright, 'yung isa top sa board exam, 'yung isa ang galing mag manage ng isang branch natin. Si Amandine, very promising na chef. Ikaw, Aleeza? Kailan ka magiging matured? When will you grow up and be like them?' Well I'll never be like them! NEVER!" I lost it.
