She Was Pulled (Salazar Series #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Feeling

Una kong nakita pagdating namin sa bahay ay ang kapatid at ina ko.

Mom is wearing an orange Armani dress and her beige stilletos.

While my half sister, Ella is wearing a chanel dress and a pair of white stilletos.

Tinikom ko ang bibig ko.

"Uhm..." my mother started. "I'm sure you know why were here?"

"Wala na po akong ibang alam maliban sa rason na inimbitahan kayo ni Daddy dito."

"She doesn't know Fiona," Tita Dail, Deila's mom said.

"Oh!" lumikot ang mga mata niya.

Binalingan ko nalang si Tita.

"Later." she mouthed.

"I'm sorry but we have to rest now. Mom, Ella." ngumiti ako ng tipid.

Ngumiti rin si Mommy pero umismid lang si Ella.

"Ate Joy, paki turo nalang po sa kanila ang magiging kwarto nila."

Ate Joy nodded.

"Thank you po."

I just took a shower and then rested after.

It was four in the afternoon when I decided to go to the study and talk to  tita Dail.

"Ano pa po ba ang ibang dahilan?"

"As you know, Ella's father is dead. Fiona's not that good at handling business so..."

"They got bankrupt?" hula ko.

She nodded.

"Na bankrupt! Tingnan mo nga ang mga damit!" Deila sighed.

That's what pride can do to people,sadly.

Umirap lang siya.

"Ang pinagtataka ko lang ay lang bakit hinayaan ni tito na dito sila patirahin. I mean. You know! Your mom cheated! Duh! Don't tell me na may nararamdaman parin siya para sa nanay mo?"

"Daddy's not dumb Deila. He's just so kind."

"Yeah. Like you." umirap siya ulit.

Ilang sandali kaming tahimik nang magsalita ulit si Deila.

"By the way, when will you comeback to school? You have a lot of catching up to do you know."

"Tomorrow." tumango siya.

The days passed smoothly till saturday came.

Maaga akong nagising at bumaba. Good morning, Dad.

"Good morning couz!" Deila greeted.

"Morning." ngumiti ako.

"Wala pa si Dale?" I asked. Dale is her younger brother.

"Mamaya pa yun."

Bumaling kaming dalawa sa bumukas na pinto. It was Ella.

"Good morning Ella dear. Let's eat," Mommy said. Ni hindi ko nakita kung saan siya nanggaling.

Mommy didn't call me though. Ella looked at me mockingly. I just smiled. I'm not the eleven-year old Wanella anymore.

"When do you plan to visit your Dad hija?" tanong ni Tito Joco, papa ni Deila.

"After breakfast Tito."

"Samahan kita couz," ani Deila.

"It's okay." I smiled.