Heartless (Completed)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

"Really, ate?" The way my brother's smile stretched across his face ignited a warmth in my chest, making my own smile widen in response. I nodded at him, gently ruffling his hair, a small gesture of affection that spoke volumes. "You can study here in the Philippines," I told him, "and there's no need to go to America anymore." I reassured him that he could pursue whatever course he desired. I said only that, omitting the deeper truths behind how I had convinced Dad. I knew worrying would only lead to him pulling back, and that was the last thing I wanted. I refused to let anything shatter his dreams.

"What did Dad do to you?" I asked, a hint of concern creeping into my voice. He fell silent, the joy in his eyes replaced with a shadow. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

"Jace—"

"I'm fine, ate. Don't worry." His attempt at a smile flickered across his face, but I recognized it for what it was—a mask hiding his true feelings. He thought I couldn't see through him, but he was mistaken. I knew my brother too well; I could tell when he was lying.

"Tell me," I urged, my voice firm yet gentle, as I leaned closer.

Minutes passed in silence, each tick of the clock amplifying my anxiety until I saw him bow his head, finally speaking in a quivering whisper.

"That was the first time he threw his fist at me. He was so angry, and I'm scared." He looked up at me, and I felt a pang in my heart as a single tear escaped his eye. I swallowed hard, masking my shock. So it was true. Dad had actually hit him. How could he do this? To his own son?

"Why do you think I was so surprised when you managed to convince him? He was furious with me," he added, the hurt in his voice palpable.

I felt my chest tighten, disbelief coursing through me. This was our father? How could he inflict such pain on his own child? I inhaled deeply, steeling myself before responding.

I offered him a reassuring smile and sat beside him, my heart aching to comfort. "From now on, you don't have to worry. You don't have to be scared. Just focus on your studies and remember that I'm always here to support you, okay? If something's bothering you, talk to me. It's not that bad to open up. I've got your back."

"Same here, ate," he replied, a genuine smile finally breaking through.

"So, is the wedding really happening?" he suddenly asked, his tone shifting with curiosity.

"Yep." That was all I could muster, knowing that any elaboration would only lead to more questions—questions I wasn't ready to answer. I wouldn't let anything ruin his dreams.

He sighed heavily before saying, "I guess I have no choice but to support you, then."

"That's right! Just support me! After all, I'm your ate," I replied, playfully raising an eyebrow at him, a smirk dancing on my lips.

He shook his head, dismissing my teasing. "Whatever. So what are you doing in my room? Get out! Leave!" He playfully shoved me, a lighthearted banter that felt like home.

"Hey!" I protested as he continued to nudge me.

"Leave!" he shouted, rising to his feet and pulling me toward the door, pushing me outside.

"You're so mean!" I yelled back, frustration bubbling inside me.

He merely stuck out his tongue and shut the door right in my face. I stood there, incredulous. Did he just throw me out?

"Just wait until later!" I called out, my voice tinged with playful threat.

But all I heard was his laughter. "You can't scare me now, ate! Sorry!"