A Slayer At The Vendetta (Town of Laodicea Series #1 COMPLETED)

SIX: RUN IN THE SHADOWS

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"What are you talking about Natasha?" mariin na tanong ni Trina.

Kasalukuyan kaming magkausap sa isang tawag ngayon. Bumalik ako rito sa aking room para hugasan agad ang paso at gamutin ito. Nang matapos, ay tinawagan ko agad si Katrina. 

"I said I don't want to do this anymore," I frustratedly said.

"No. You'll continue what you have started," she insisted.

"Trina, he'd just stepped on my ego!" I shouted at her.

"You are better than that, Natasha. We all know that," she calmly stated.

I sighed. Ofcourse I am better than that.

"What exactly just happened?" Trina asked.

"Do you know someone whose name is Janna Dela Vega? Paris is courting her, and that plastic bitch is messing with me to put me at the fault. Damn Paris! He even called me childish when it's his bitch who's acting like a seven year old girl" I narrated through the line.

Hindi naman totoo ang mga pinagsasabi ni Paris kanina. Pero hindi rin naman tama na sabihan niya ako ng masasakit na salita, na parang nandidiri siya sa akin, dahil sa ginawa ko kay Janna. 

Nakarinig naman ako ng tawa sa kabilang linya. 

"Oh my... That only made your mission easier, Tasha." 

Napaisip naman ako sa sinabi niya. Paanong napadali ang misyon ang kong ito nang dahil sa ginawa ng babaeng 'yun at sa mga sinabi ni Paris?

"Let him fall on his knees Tasha. I'm sure by now, he already realized all his mistakes," dagdag pa ni Katrina. 

I also thought what Mark said to me earlier, sinundan niya ba ako sa classroom kaya nakita niya ang ginawa sa akin ni Trina?

"Do you think he will do that? Beg for my forgiveness?" I asked her.

"Pwedeng hindi, pwedeng oo. It depends, that guy is totally sa jerk," she answered. 

Oh right! Hinding hindi 'yon maghahabol para lang humingi ng tawad. Baka nga hanggang ngayon nakikinig pa rin siya sa mga gawa gawang kwento ni Janna.

"Let me handle that Janna. I'm going to teach her a lesson," seryosong wika ni Trina sa kabilang linya.

"No. I won't let her come near to me again," I replied.

"Well...If you want me to cut her just call me right away," she eagerly said.

"Okay..." tipid kong sagot.

"I'm going to the bar by the way, Do you want me to pick you up? It's Saturday tomorrow," she said.

That was tempting but I rather stay at my room tonight and listen to some music to calm my heart. Partying at the crowd with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes will just create mess in my head.

"Ikaw na lang muna, I don't want to go out," wika ko.

"Alright. Call me if something happened. Bye!" sabay baba niya ng tawag.

Huminga ako ng malalim at inisip kung kailan nga ba ako huling pinagsalitaan ng masasakit na salita.

At kung sino sino ang mga taong nakagawa nito sa akin.

'Di ko matanggap na isang taong walang pakealam sa akin ang magbibitaw ng mga salita na iyon.

There's a part of me still believing that Paris only said that because he doesn't know the truth. But then...he shouldn't judge me like he knew what really happened. He should atleast forced Janna to speak for the truth.