Marked By The Beast (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3

              INIWAN ko ang babae sa salas. Alam kong magiging kuryoso sya sa tinatago kong mukha. Kaya ko mang ipakita na lang ito ay hindi ko magawa. I can't bear to hear those words again. I know that I am disgusting to look at. I'm no longer the man I used to be. I may be an amazing fighter in the field, I can take bullets in my body but I can't bear to hear the words that will make my soul shatter once again. I would say that hurtful words are more painful than bullets. Sinong nag-sabi na hindi pwedeng masaktan ang lalaki? Words can be too painful to the point that it keeps on playing in one's mind also the we all tend to forget the physical pain but hurtful words will keep on playing in our minds and even appear in our dreams, constantly breaking our hearts, that's why I can't risk showing her my face. I'm too tired hearing them call me monster and panget. I am, I know. Why can't they be sensitive?

Paikot-ikot lamang ako sa kusina habang nag-iisip. Ang naririnig ko lamang ay ang paspas ng hangin galing sa labas at ang telebisyon.

"Ang CEO ng Levine Incorporated na si Gideon Levine ay natagpuang patay kasama ang asawa nitong si Cassandra Levine sa kanilang bahay sa Makati. Hinihinalang tungkol sa negosyo ang rason ng pag-patay dito. Ang mga anak nitong sina Lissandra Levine at Ryke Levine ay pilit pa ring pinag-hahanap ng autoridad. Ang lead lamang ng mga pulis ay ang natagpuang sasakyan ng unica hija ng businessman na natagpuan sa Sariaya, Quezon. Pilit pa rin itong iniimbestigahan ng pulisya. Sa ngayon ay nag-labas na ng pabuya ang mga kamag-anak ng mga Levine para sa makakahanap sa dalawang nawawalang anak ng mga biktima." Isang malakas na hagulgol ang narinig ko pag-katapos nito. Pumunta ako sa salas at nakita kong halos kapusin na ng hininga si Lissandra sa pag-iyak.

"Hey." Untag ko dito nang makalapit ako. Lumuhod ako sa harap nito habang nanatiling nakaupo si Lissandra sa sofa.

"Someone murdered my family." Atungal nito, hirap na hirap na itong huminga. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko para aluin sya. Matagal na akong hindi nakikipag-interaksyon sa kahit sino.

"Hush." Hinagod ko ang likod nito. Sapat na sakin ang mga narinig ko kung ano ang nangyare sa kaniya. Sumagi sa isipan ko ang nakita kong bala sa loob ng sasakyan nito. Someone wants this girl dead. Nanigas na lang ako ng yakapin ako nito. Hinayaan ko ito at niyakap na rin pabalik. I guess, this will be my first mission after all the years of resting. I will protect this girl no matter what; I have nothing to lose after all. Madamay na kung madadamay sa gulong to, no one will even bother to cry if I die.

    

            I cried on Ver's dibdib. Unti-unti kong niluwagan ang yakap dito. I probably look like a mess and here I am, crying while hugging someone I just met. Nilayo ko ang ulo ko. I was so hiya when I saw my uhog that looks so sticky on his shirt and it was even connected to the uhog that's tulo from my nose. I tried to wipe it using my hands, eww.

"Okay lang yan." He said. Tumayo ito mula sa pagkakaluhod. He went to the kitchen, I was left feeling flustered. I always tend to forget everything that's bothering me when I am near him and even when I'm thinking about this weird guy. He went back a pack of facial tissues. He handed it to me.

"Thanks." I quickly punas my sipon. I stood up with the help of my saklay and went near him.

"Hmm?" He made a sound. I made punas of the sipon that I left on his shirt.

"I'm sorry." I croaked. My voice was raspy because of all the crying I did since my family got murdered.

"It's okay. Stop being sad, I'm here to help you. I will protect you at all cost." He caressed my hair. His touch felt like my older kuyas like Wess and Lander. I looked at him with hopeful eyes, is he really going to protect me? My neck feels like it's about to get strained from the tingala that I have been doing every time that I look at him. He must be above 6 ft and I'm just a 4'10 ft, yeah pretty short for a 23 year-old. We looked like mag-kapatid with our heights and how he takes care of me.

"I will protect you." He whispered like he's telling it to himself.

"Trust me, okay?" He looked straight into my eyes. His green eyes looked beautiful, just like his soul. I nodded and gave him a wide smile. I touched his damaged hand, he kind of flinched at first but let me.

"I hope that you'll get to trust me too." I said while looking at the man that I just met and he's probably the person that cares for me the most at the moment. How can I feel at home here in a place I've just been to? How can I trust someone this fast more than the people that I've been with for a long time? I smiled, there's no need for me to see his face. He's beautiful, I know it but not because of his face. I can see the beauty in his eyes and soul.