The Accused (A Series #1)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Calev was a man who lived with his words. Sa ilang taon niya itong nakasama, alam niyang may isang salita ang binata.

Pero even with that knowledge, hindi siya na pagdala dito hence the years of her chasing him. Ilang beses na siya tinaboy dito pero siya naman itong parang rubber band lang, kahit ano pang pagtataboy ang ginawa nito, bumabalik pa din siya. Of course, the long time of him trying to stretch her out of his life did her some damage, pero it was not enough for her to break the tie.

Ilang beses niya noon hiniling na sana ito naman ang unang lumapit sa kanya. Na sana ito naman ang gumawa ng paraan para magkita sila. Na sana ito naman ang humilig na di siya kumawala.

Talagang be careful what you wish for nga kasi andito na siya sa sitwasyong iyon. Si Calev na ang lumalapit, ito na ang nakikipagkita.

Kanina pa siya sa harapan nito. Two days after he visted her, he’s in front of her again.

I think his game is now on, she thought.

Wala naman siyang ginagawa, nakatingin lang siya sa magkahugpong na kamay sa ilalaim ng lamesa at nagbibilang sa isip niya. Masakit sa mata ang metal na nagbabawal sa mga ito na malayang makagalaw pero she thought that the sight was better than staring at Calev’s cold menacing eyes.

Kanina nang tawagin siya ng pulis, di na siya nagulat. Mas lalong di siya nakaramdam nito nang makita itong nakaupo sa dati nitong pwesto habang nakaharap sa may pintuan na halatang inaabangan talaga ang pagdating niya.

Akala niya sisigawan siya nito pagkaupo palang niya, hell, she even expected for the worst like shaming her infont of everybody that was present.

Although she did not envision him as a man like that, it could still be possible following what she did.

Nasa 189 na siya nang magsalita ito.

“You’re father is in coma.”

Natulos siya sa kinauupuan. Tama ba ang nadinig niya?

“W-what?”

Bakit naman macocoma ang daddy niya? Impossible.

“You heard it. Your father is in—”

“Why?”

Hindi naman ito sumagot, more like wala itong balak. Nadidinig niya na ang papalakas na pagtahip ng dibdib habang dumadaan ang segundo na wala itong sinasabi.

Paanong nacoma ang daddy niya? Ano ang naging sakit nito? She knew that her dad had some heart complications pero she was assured that it was already treated.

Was it possible na nagsinungaling ang daddy niya sa kanya? What led him to that condition? Coma, seriously? It was too much. Did he had a heart attack? If yes, why? Was it because of… her?

No. Please. Not her dad.

She felt her tears rushing down her cheeks.

“P-please… please tell me that it's not what I'm thinking,” she desperately uttered. She was shaking her head. It couldn’t be.

“Why, August? What are you thinking exactly?” He mocked.

Hindi niya ata kayang tanggapin na nadamay ang daddy niya sa ginawa niya.

“Are you perhaps thinking that you caused him his current condition? Because if yes, congrats. You just drop your own bomb right at your fucking ground.”

Hindi niya pinansin ang panunuya sa tono nito. Why? Why was this all happening now, she asked herself. Bakit pati ang daddy niya? Ganun ba talaga kasama ang nagawa niya? Did she really hurt Scarlette so bad?