Who Are You? ( The Return Of The Destroyer )

Prologue

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Nathalia

"Fuck! What the fuck did you do?" Sigaw ko sa harap nya.

"I-I'm s-sorry.. I d-didn't mean t-to. I just w-want to h-help.." pautal nyang sabi.

"Help? Do you think what you did is a help? Now, look at this! This is your help?" Sigaw ko sa kanya.

"What a crap! If this is your help then I don't need one! Fuck that help!" Sigaw kong muli sa kanya na nakapagpaluha sa kanya.

"Now what?! You'll cry? After the mess you did, you'll cry? Then what's next? You'll go to dad and cry there so they'll ask who made you cry then, BOOM! I'm the one who's at fault!" Sigaw ko sa kanya.

Nanatili syang nakatungo at nakatingin sa sahig.

"Get out of my fucking room hanggang may natitira pa akong pasensya." Sabi ko habang nagliligpit ng kalat.

Nang hindi pa sya gumagalaw ay masama ko syang tiningnan.

"What? You don't understand me? I said get out!" Sigaw ko.

"I-Im s-sorry again.." sabi nya at dali-daling umalis.

Nanghihina akong napaupo sa kama.

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"What did you do this time, Nathalia?" Baritonong wika ni Dad.

"What?" Inosente kong tanong.

"Your sister.."

"Nagsumbong pala sya kaagad sa inyo? What now? You'll ground me? Huh? Then go ahead! As if you can!" Wika ko.

"Watch your mouth, Nathalia!"

Binaba ko ang kutsara at tinidor. Pinunasan ko ang bibig ko ng table  napkin.

"I'm done. I lost my appetite." Saad ko at umalis.

"We're not yet done, Nathalia! Come back here!"

Hindi ako nakinig at tumungo sa aking kwarto.

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"Ms. Sanchez! How dare you sleep in my class? You're always sleeping!"

Natahimik ang buong classroom sa pagsigaw ni Mrs. Smith.

Tumayo ako at dinala ang bag ko papalabas. Ngunit bago lumabas ng classroom ay tiningnan ko sya.

"Your voice is more effective than sleeping pills. Bye!"

Rinig ko pa ang mga sigaw nya sa hallway habang naglalakad.

Maangas akong naglakad papalabas ng university. Sumakay ako sa motorbike ko at mabilis na pinaandar iyon patungo sa hide out.

Nang makarating ay kaagad akong kumuha ng paint brush at ng canvass.

Nagsimula akong magpinta ngunit walang ideya ang pumapasok sa isip ko. Binitiwan ko ang brush at pumunta sa kusina.

Our hide out looks like a real house. Each one of us have our own room. One living room, dining room, bathrooms are in our room. We have a training ground. Then a meeting room. The walls are sound proof and bullet proof. We also have our own keys of the hide out. The keys have are own fingerprints.

No one can think that this house is a hide out of gangsters.

Kumuha ako ng beer sa ref at cake.

Pagkabalik ko ay nakita ko ang bestfriend ko na prenteng nakaupo at nanonood ng TV.

"What's up, Talia." Bati nya.