Surrender

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12

Nick's

CONTINUATION OF FLASHBACK

After what happened to me I never imagined that I could be happier. May pag-asa pa pala akong sumaya. Karapat-dapat ba talaga sumaya ang mga kagaya ko?

"So, tell me what happened after you woke up from coma. Hindi ka ba na confuse na bakit wala kang naaalala?" Alstein asked while sipping his drink. Well, as what I can remember, I don't remember anything except-

"When I woke up I don't remember anything except the last memory of D-Daniella, d-dying." I almost dropped my glass after saying those words. Everything still seems so fresh to me. Like a memory that happened a minute ago. So much trauma and grief.

"Yan lang talaga naalala mo?" So far, i remember nothing more. But I think I'm ready to know more, now that my friends are around.

"Unfortunately, yes" I nodded with curious eyes, as if pleading for information from my good friend Alstein.

"Well, we have the whole night to make you remember yourself Mr. Forgetfull." Hitting our glasses together, we laughed and laughed.

"Putangina! I think we need more booze, naka kalahati na natin 'tong whiskey. And we aren't even starting yet! Sino ba magkukwento? Alstein?" Again, the noisy Jaxon Fuego roared which echoed all over the room. When will this guy calm his tits?

"Of course, ikaw" Alstein teasingly replied, getting the bottle of whiskey to fill. his. Empty cup.

"Yun naman pala- WHY THE FUCK WILL IT BE ME?! YOU FUCKER! IKAW NA MAG KWENTO SA MAKAKALIMUTIN NA YAN." Jaxon the warfreak shrieked and forcefully placed his glass on the wooden table. His screams were like an old man's voice, as if he was deprived of alcohol all his life. This crazy fucker.

"Fuck you." Alstein said while putting up a middle finger for Jax. These half-baked fuckers. I can't help but laugh at the two. What if I try to tease them as well?

Holding back my laughter, I said.

"You two look good together. Are you perhaps.. a couple or partners of some sort?"

"putangina."

"FUCK NO!"

With that they both choked on their drinks and spilled some one the floor.

Later did I know, they started charging towards me wearing evil smirks on both their faces. What the fuck. I think I need to run.

"takbo na gago."

"run or suffer fucker."

That was the start of the night for us.

We were like high school boys drinking, like there's no tomorrow. Running and chasing each other around my suite. The whole place looked like a mess, puddles of alcohol in some spots made us trip at times, with Jaxon being the frequent victim, again, his malutong na mura. We were acting like mad drunkards looking for trouble in your local bar, but I weren't drunk, based on my self-diagnosis. But that was until Alstein came rushing to the toilet releasing an outburst of the remnants of tonight's meal and drinks. At that time, I concluded, yes, we are drunk.

After his release, we sat down the living room. Trying to sober up to start with the stories. Alstein being the weakshit he is, sat on the sofa looking like a withered vegetable. Jaxon had no other choice to make up for Alstein's physical and intellectual absence. And yes, of course the stories, at some point during our so called "storytime", I felt that they knew me better than I know myself. I didn't fucking know I didn't like eating eggs and iced tea, also sushi for me was disgusting, according to Jaxon.