The Perverted Rapere (Under Revision)

PROLOGUE (Edited)

"Kuya! I have something for you," I said excitedly as I pulled the bracelet from my pocket.

I tried to recall the memories I had forgotten, going over them one by one. But no matter how hard I thought about it, the events remained unclear.

He looked at me, but when I looked at him, his face was blurry. He walked closer and gave me a smile. Then, he glanced at my hand and took the bracelet. He stared at it with amazement, and I could tell he loved it.

"Ginawa mo 'to, Klev? Ang ganda! Isusuot ko 'to lagi." He put it on and patted my head. Even though his image was blurry, I knew he was happy.

As I continued forcing myself to remember what happened, the pain in my head worsened. I stopped walking, took a deep breath, and grabbed the meds from my pocket, swallowing them quickly. After that, I tried again to remember what came next. I have to remember him.

I ran towards him and gave him a hug, and after a moment, he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him with a sweet smile on my face.

"Kuya, I think I like you. I want you to be my husband someday," I said joyfully, but instead of the happy expression I expected, I saw a sad, droopy one.

Just as he was about to respond, my head suddenly throbbed in pain. I stopped myself from thinking too much—my mind couldn’t handle it anymore. Every time I tried to remember the moments I shared with him, the pain in my head only grew worse.

Bakit pakiramdam ko, napakalaking parte siya ng nakaraan ko? Bakit parang gusto ko siyang makita at makilala ulit? I want to find him. I want to know why I loved him in my memories. I want to know if he loved me too, back then.

I sighed and searched for the nearest coffee shop, buying a cup of espresso. I looked at my watch—it was 11:30 in the evening. Here I was, walking alone down the street, sipping my coffee while listening to 'Stay with me' by Sam Smith. Listening to his music helped calm my mind. For now, I will forget him. I didn’t want to hurt my head thinking about him anymore.

I gazed at the empty road as the cold wind began to blow, gently brushing against my skin. It felt soothing, almost peaceful. I wished I could stay here forever. Life felt so tiring. I was constantly drained, but I had to keep pushing, keep fighting.

There’s something I need to uncover. A feeling gnaws at me, telling me there’s a reason I’m still here, still breathing. Is it to discover who that man is in my memories? I don’t know. The more I think about it, the more it stresses me out. I don’t even understand my own purpose—why I’ve been given a second chance at life.

After walking home from work, I opened the door and was immediately hit by the smell of cigarette smoke. My mother. She was asleep in the bamboo chair, and the table beside her was covered with empty beer bottles and stale chips. I let out a sigh.

I quietly walked over and began cleaning up—picking up bottles, cigarette butts, and plastic wrappers. Just as I was nearly finished, I heard her sobbing softly. I knew she was still in deep pain, still suffering from the loss of my father and my little brother.

I approached her and shook her shoulders to wake her up.

“Mama? Mama, gising! Nananaginip ka na naman.” I tried to keep my tone steady, not wanting my emotions to overwhelm me. She didn’t like being pitied. She wanted me to see her as strong, and I did. I loved her, and to me, she was the best.

After a moment, she opened her eyes. I looked at her, hoping she could sense the thoughts I struggled to express. Instead, I saw profound sadness reflected back at me.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. No matter how hard you try to mask your feelings, the truth always shines through. One look into someone’s eyes, and you see what’s truly inside.

She managed a smile, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. She always did that, pretending to be strong even while grieving deeply. She straightened her posture and gently held my face.

“Bakit ngayon ka lang? Kumain ka na ba?” she asked softly. I smiled and placed my hand over hers.

“Pasensya ka na, anak. Sa susunod, maghahanda ako ng makakain mo. Nakatulog ako dito sa upuan, at hindi ko namalayan ang oras. Nadatnan mo pa ‘yung mga kalat ko. Anong gusto—”

I interrupted her gently, sensing her distress. I gave her the warmest smile I could muster.

“Okay lang ako, Ma. Magpahinga ka na po sa kwarto niyo. Ako na po ang bahala sa sarili ko.” I nodded reassuringly. She gave me one last look, a smile on her lips, before heading to her room.

As she started to walk away, I called out to her.

“Ma', I just want you to know that I’m here. I can listen to your suffering. I’m your son. Hiding it from me won’t help.” She smiled again, a tear rolling down her cheek, and nodded before disappearing into her room. Someday, everything will be alright, Ma. Everything will fall into place.

Once I was sure she was settled in her room, I went to get some clothes and took a bath. Afterward, I lay in bed, and memories of my father, brother, and myself flashed through my mind.

A deep sigh escaped me.

I should be dead too. I was with them when the accident happened. I’m the one who led them to their deaths. I closed my eyes and replayed the events three months ago.

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Remembering that day makes my heart ached in pain. Every time it resurfaces, I can’t help but blame myself—blame myself for being careless and reckless.

I always put myself in danger, involving myself in things I shouldn’t. In the end, it brought trouble upon me.

That day with my father and brother was meant to be special, but it turned into our worst nightmare. If only I could turn back time, I’d go back to the day I encountered that gangsters. All of this happened because of them.

But in reflecting on it, I realize it was still the right thing to do. Father once told me to always choose the right path, no matter the consequences. They deserved it. They were monsters—wicked, deserving to rot in hell.

I will never forget what you did to me, what you did to my body. I will make you pay for every torment you caused me. I will make your lives as miserable as you made mine.

I despise them, I despise each and everyone of them, especially the one who raped me. Meeting you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

END OF PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE, NEXT.

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