With Him

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Scarlet's Pov:

It felt like I was running in circles repeatedly trying to run away from that person, but I keep coming back to the same place. I tried taking a different route, but I still came back to the same place, inside a dark and cold room with no windows to see where I currently am. The stench of sweat, urine, and my own body odor from everything that has been done to me. I cry silently, begging for God to come to save me here at this wretched place.

Once I get my ties undone and start running from room to room, corridor to corridor I still end up in one same place; in front of the same room, I was tied and kept in. And no matter where I go and how I try to escape I still round up back in the same situation. Tied into bed with my lower shirt covered in blood, all of my lower clothes thrown left on the floor and feeling the coldness of the day or night, the awful smell of my own body as my tears slowly fall from my eyes a tall man opens the door from this room causing it to creak from the door's old age. A smile from his mean and old face gives me shivers as his black eyes reflect the lust he feels are unbearable for me to look at, he walks close to me and stands by the bed and leans enough for both of our faces to meet.

"Handa ka na ba?"

I wake up sweating and breathing heavily and I start looking around the room to see my grandmother sound asleep while I sit up, trying to calm myself. I turn and look at my pillow soaked in sweat and the darkness of the room only to be lit up by the light of the moon shining in from the room. Embraced by the semi-lit room I stand up and tiptoe to the window and take a deep breath and close my eyes as I try to breathe inhale the fresh air and exhale all the negativity. And when I open my eyes I look at the sky and I smirk at the scenery in front of me, the dark sky, with twinkling stars up above with the full moon. When I felt like I've been relaxed I lay back down in bed but remove my pillow and note that I have to change it tomorrow when I wake and close my eyes and wish to dream a good dream.

-The next morning-

"Sweety, wake up your mother is here,"

I cover myself with my blanket and squint my eyes trying to go back to sleep, not wanting to hear her name nor wanting to see her. But my grandmother still wishes for me to stand and see my mom, she even removed my blanket which caused me to fold myself into a small cocoon trying to protect myself from the cold breeze coming from the aircon but still fail to do so.

"Sige na anak, tumayo kana. Wag mo naman pag-antayin mommy mo,"

I opened my eyes and saw my granny standing by the foot of the bed with her plump arms crossed together almost hiding her chubby belly watching me with her big frame glasses on. I sit up intimidated and afraid to cause my grandmother any anger towards me, but if you ask me if my granny wasn't here forcing me to get up and get ready to see my mother I wouldn't even move an inch in this comfy bed.

But as requested by my adored granny I stood up and took a bath, got dressed, and went downstairs to see my mother. As my feet led me to the kitchen to grab breakfast I quickly saw my mother sitting by the other left of the square wooden table drinking her coffee and across her was Granny, her mother. I sat down in by the right side almost beside my mother but made sure to move away from her and got Frech toast and placed it on top of my plate, not wanting to look at my mother or exchange any sort of conversation with her I look down and sit quietly. 

Silence fills the room but soon evaded by my granny's awkward cough trying to ease the mood in the room she starts the conversation with my mother asking her all sorts of questions like how are you?, what have you been doing?, why didn't you call before you arrived?, this and that but my mother would always reply with 'I was busy at work' or 'well, work has been stressful'. All her answers would be related to work and I was so full of it so I got the courage to stand up and leave the table which caused both of them to look at me questionably.

"What's wrong, anak?"

My mother asks me, and she has the nerve to ask me that and to even call me 'anak'? Wow, she has the guts to show up out of the blue, and act as if she wasn't around for sixteen years of my existence. I try to keep my cool and breath slowly, I didn't want to be disrespectful to her even though she's not been a great mother figure to me. So I turn around and face her with a smirk on my face and say,

"What's wrong? First, you come here acting like you haven't been absent most of my life and yet all you talk about is your work? Might as well just work and work and not show your face would be better, and second, you have no right to even call me 'anak' cause you've never done anything motherly besides giving birth to me or probably breastfeed me. "

I walk away but my mother grabs my wrist and I quickly turn that makes both of our eyes meet, her tired light blue eyes and the wrinkles on her face reflects nothing but stress and pain well for mine I could say that my light blue eyes reflect nothing but anger and resentment towards her. 

"I'm sorry, but I was doing this all for you."

I just sigh and free myself from her grasp, and simply walk away.

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