First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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Hindi ko gustong gawin ito. Bakit ba ako nagpunta dito? Dahil pagod at sawa na ako sa ingay na ginagawa nila. Yun lang ang dahilan.
Gumugol ako ng maraming oras sa pagsusulat at nang maghahanda na sana ako para matulog, ang mga ingay ay nagsimula ulit.
Hindi ba natutulog ang mga tao dito? Gusto ko lang naman na sabihan sila na kung pwede ay wag sila masyado maingay. Hindi ko naman ginusto na mapilit para pumunta dito sa party. Ang gusto ko lang talaga ay makabalik na sa kama ko para matulog.
"A-ayoko talagang gawin ito," I told Kyson, who had his hand on my back and was firmly guiding me inside.
"Bakit naman hindi? They won't bite you. I promise, because I won't fucking let them," The amusement in his voice bothered me. I wasn't kidding. I didn't want to go into this party.
"Please. I'm sorry I came up here. I will figure out how to sleep through this. Just let me leave." I was ready to beg now. Whatever I needed to do to get away from this place.
Nararamdaman ko ang mga titig ng tao sa akin. Hindi ko gusto ang pakiramdam na iyon. Alam ko kung ano ang iniisip nila. Kung ano ang nakikita nila. I had come up here with my glasses on because I'd needed to see the computer screen, and my hair was in a mess on top of my head.
My heart began to race. I had to get out of there.
"Shit, love, you're shaking." Kyson's voice was no longer amused. He stopped walking, and slipped his finger under my chin to tilt my head back. The frown on his face as he studied mine was new. He normally looked constantly amused.
"Come with me," he said quietly, and reached down to take my hand. Then he walked down a hallway toward a closed door.
Lalong nadagdagan ang takot ko. Papunta kami sa kwarto. Hindi ako pupunta sa isang kwarto kasama siya. Kailangan ko ng umalis. Sinubukan kong hilahin ang aking kamay mula sa kanyang hawak, ngunit hinigpitan niya lamang ang pagkakahawak sa akin.
No one had ever held my hand before. I stared down at his hand in mine and lost my train of thought for a moment.
It was a warm feeling having someone's palm pressed against yours. His fingers laced with mine made me feel like I wasn't alone. Like I was connected to someone. Had I ever felt that before? I wasn't sure.
