Chasing Hearts (Completed)

Twenty-first

Sabado. Nagising ako na napakabigat at napakasakit ng ulo. Mataas na ang sikat ng araw at sa hula ko ay tanghali na base sa repleksyon nito sa bintana. Masakit pa rin ang mata ko. Alam ko at ramdam ko na maga ito.

I sat up and rested my back on the headboard. Napasinghap ako nang makita ang suot. Oversized white shirt?! I tried to recall what happened. Whose white shirt is this? I looked around. I am in my apartment.

My last memory was in the club! Paano ako nakarating dito? Sumakit lalo ang ulo ko. My breathing hitched when I remembered something.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted. I threw up again. I don't know where and I couldn't care less.

"Stop being stubborn, Alison." The voice said and I felt his right hand on my back while his left on my arm, caressing it as I throw up.

I drank to my heart's content, now I was reaping the consequence--throwing up 'til my strength was all consumed. My knees grew weak and I could no longer open my eyes. I was sure I looked and smelled like sht.

I felt the man lifted me and laid me down on the bed. There was silence after that. I wanted to open my eyes to see where I was, to see who the man was and to see what he was doing. I wanted to take a bath because I felt sticky and sweaty but I can't even move my legs.

I was dozing off to sleep when I felt someone unbuttoned my blouse. My hands automatically flew to slap the hands away.

"No!" Sigaw ko.

"Tsk." I heard him mutter. Nagpatuloy sya sa pag aalis ng damit ko kahit tumatanggi ako.

I sobbed. I don't want to give myself to a stranger. Or to any other man besides Wesley.

"Don't do this, please..." I pleaded as he successfully took off my blouse and was now removing my pants. "Magagalit si Wesley..." tears started flowing from my eyes.

Naramdaman ko ang pagtigil ng kamay nya. Ang sunod kong naramdaman ay ang mainit nyang labi sa may noo ko at ang marahan nyang paghimas sa buhok ko.

"I'm here, baby. I'll change your clothes okay?" He kissed my forehead again and I relaxed.

So, it was Wesley who took me home? The shirt might also be his. But how did he know I was on that club? How did he find me? It was so weird but I was relieved, too that it wasn't another man who found me. Where is he now?

Masakit man ang ulo at katawan ay bumangon ako para tingnan kung nandoon ba si Wesley. Bumaba ang suot na damit hanggang sa gitna ng hita ko. Napairap ako dahil may suot akong panty pero walang bra.

Sumilip ako sa sala. Tahimik. Payapa. Sarado ang pinto at nakababa ang mga kurtina. Walang bakas ng sinuman. Naglakad ako papunta sa kusina pero wala rin akong nakita doon. Wala si Wesley.

I suddenly felt weak again so I went back to my room. When I realized it was Wesley who had helped me, I was willing to come back to him again. To run to him. To embrace him. To tell him I was miserable without him. But maybe, I was just overwhelmed that I assumed too much.

Habang nakahiga ay tumunog ang cellphone ko. Hindi na ako nahirapang hanapin ito dahil nasa ibabaw lang din naman ng mesa sa gilid ng kama ko. Si Sandra! Agad kong sinagot.

"Girl, kumusta?" She asked, her voice sounded thick and raspy.

"Ang sakit ng ulo ko, Sandra."

"Sabi mo nga kagabi. Buti nakauwi ka naman nang maayos. You left us. Louie and I are finding you. We were very worried until we received your message that you're on your way home."