Grant's Revenge

Prologue

"She's a psycopath!"

Napatigil ako sa ginagawa ko ng marinig ko yung malakas na sigaw na iyon. That's my parents. They fight all the time that it's becoming a bore to me. I could hear them.

Fucks! I could even hear the creaking of the floor, the gushes of the wind, the whispers and even the cussing when they're doing something that every couple does. Well, book says so.

As usual, I pretend sitting on the couch. Pretending to doodle something in my notebook. Pero yung utak ko wala doon. My mind is transversing into endless curiosity about things.

What should I do kaya pagdating ng school? How do people look kaya? Meron bang matino doon? Or should I end up talking to professors and guards again? Or will I just sit in the library and just read more and more books? That sounds more fun. Yeah, maybe I'll just do that.

"Potts, lower your voice. That's your daughter! She's a genius. Just like you."

I am counting from one to ten. I could feel their movements just outside the living room. Papunta na sila dito.

Ano kayang baon ko mamaya? Sana masarap. Pwede kayang ampalaya juice yung baon ko? O kaya naman yung baked carrot cake ni Mommy. Mas gusto ko pa yun kesa sa orange juice and packs of cupcakes.

"Grant!" Malakas na sigaw ng tatay ko. He is mad at me again. What have I done this time?

Kasunod nito yung Mommy ko. A love-sick woman who always follows him like a dog.

Tumayo ako pagkakita ko sa kanila. Pagkatapos ay ngumiti.

"Do you see that eyes, Marg?!" Sigaw pa ni Daddy na hinablot ako sa braso. "Is that the eyes of the child who just killed a dog!?"

"Potts, ano ba!" Mabilis na awat dito ni Mommy at inilayo ako sa tatay ko. "Your daughter told you that she just found that dog in the backyard already dead. She just buried it."

Oh, the poor dog.

"Talaga?! So ano yung shovel na nandun sa backyard natin? Why is it covered with blood!?" hinablot ako ng tatay ko at pilit na hinaharap dito. "I am not raising a psychopath inside my house, do you hear me kid?!"

I watch at how mad he is right now. Nanlilisik yung mata nya sa galit. His jaw is clenching. His fist is shaking in the anticipation to hit me with it.

Cool. My brain is so cool.

So psychology book is right? Dad's showing the symptoms of being violent when he's mad. Someone who has High IQ but low EQ. Someone who can't handle things with their rational thinking. Just a weak-heart.

"I told you that I didn't kill that dog. I just found it there dead. Di ba dead things should be buried? I even saw you killed a cat who scratched your car. You buried that too. So I just did the same." Ngumiti pa ako dito.

Halatang nagulat ito sa sinabi ko. I didn't even blink and just meet his stares.

"You, little Psycho!"

I felt the slap on my face. Twice.

Psychopaths? I'll check it.

"Potts, No!" My mom shouts. She's crying. Why does she cry all the time? Is she a baby? "Don't you dare hurt my daughter. She's your daughter. How could you?"

Naaawang hinubad ko yung suot kong damit at ipinunas sa luhaang mukha ni Mommy.

"Don't cry, Mom. It doesn't even hurt." I managed to smile at her just like I always do. Sabi nya kasi my smile is the prettiest thing on earth so I should smile often.