(S.P.U. Series #2) Lost Steps (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I woke up the next morning with a text message from an unknown number. And the sender was very obvious. It was fucking... She literally took my happiness away from me! What more does she need?! Seriously, 'di ko maintindihan kung bakit may mga ganitong klaseng tao.

Someone's sorrow could really be their source of happiness.

What a fucking bullshit.

I immediately arose from the bed and I suddenly felt the pounding headache from drinking a lot last night. Argh. I can't even remember how I managed to go home.

Kinuha ko na lang ulit 'yung phone ko. I just deactivated all my social media accounts and shut my phone down. I heard ngayon ilalabas ng school 'yung final grades. And I know I sucked. I didn't attend my final exams. 'Di ako nakakapag-pasa ng projects. At bihira lang din ako pumasok.

Alam ko naman na bagsak ako.

Ayoko lang na ipa-mukha pa sa sarili ko 'yung mga failure ko.

Even after getting a painful headache and vomiting so badly, I still wanna go to a bar tonight. I'll just drink all my problems into oblivion. I swear, feeling ko tumataas na 'yung alcohol tolerance ko dahil nagiging tambay na ako ng bar.

When the afternoon came, I just went to Joshua's house to visit Ses. Nag-agree na lang kaming dalawa na ipa-bantay si Ses sa maids nila. Buti na lang nag-offer si Joshua. 'Di ko kasi naisip na walang magbabantay sa kanya since mag-isa lang naman ako sa bahay. Basta ko na lang siyang binili.

Pagkatapos ko doon, dumiretso na kaagad ako sa bar kung saan ako pumunta kagabi. And, I didn't know why... but Val was smiling widely upon seeing me sitting on the stool again.

"Mukhang magiging regular customer ka na dito ah," she said, sitting down next to me like how she did last night.

I laughed. "Parami nang parami mga problema ko, e," I replied, shrugging.

"Oh... and you think it was better to drink yourself into oblivion than to fix your problems?"

I drank a glass of whiskey before I let out a chuckle. "Wala ka namang alam, kaya bakit mo ako kinu-kwestyon?" tanong ko.

"Right," she responded before drinking her glass of rum. "But, you wanna talk about it?"

I exhaled a sigh. She's a complete stranger to me. But I don't know why I feel comfortable in sharing my stories with her. That was really weird. I quickly downed three consecutive glasses of whiskey after telling her the story.

"Mag-ano ba kayo ni Ciarra?" she asked after.

Agad na kumunot ang noo ko sa tanong niya. For as far as I can remember, we have no labels. But we love each other. I know we do... "Um, more than friends, I think," I answered.

"More than friends? So jowa mo?"

Dahan-dahan akong umiling. "We're not really together, but—"

"Ah, okay. Wala kayong label?" she abruptly cut me off.

"But we love each other—"

"Kahit na. I know na nasasaktan ka dahil nagpa-kasal siya sa ibang lalaki, but... wala naman pala kayong label."

"So?" I asked because it sounded like it has a continuation.

"So... wala kang karapatang umangal," she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"So, are you implying that I shouldn't feel hurt just because we didn't have label?" I asked, slowly getting irritated. Seriously, why do people have to give a damn with labels? Ang mas importante, 'yung feelings!