Run, Zhian (EL VICENTE SERIES #2) COMPLETED

Kabanata 10

I stood up and without a word, left.

I'm tipsy but I can walk. Nangangapa ako ng exit dahil hindi ako pamilyar sa bar na ito. When I finally found it, I immediately walked and almost ran just to get out.

"Hey, miss.." someone called me from outside. Iyong mga naninigarilyong lasing sa labas. They look drunk or maybe they are drunk.

Huminto ako sa gilid dahil nanakit ang paa sa heels na suot. My vision is blurry now. Pumikit ako at hinilot ang sentido ko. Remembering Dylan is giving me a extreme headache. I don't want to see him for now. Naiinis pa din ako. I'm damn pissed for nothing!

"Zhianela!" a hand pulled me out of the blue. Malakas ang sigaw ni Dylan at galit akong hinila palayo.

Mas lalo akong nahilo sa mabilis na lakad niya. I pulled my hand with all of my strength but his grip was so tight and he is so damn strong!

I groaned. "Bitawan mo nga ako! Ano ba!"

He pulled my hand harshly and made me face him. The anger on his eyes was seen. Matindi ang galit at halos namumula ang mukha. He clenched his jaw and dropped his eyes on my body. I saw how frustrated he was because of it.

"You are damn drunk and you're wearing that short piece of shit! Bakit ka lumalabas na lang ng ganoon!"

Kumunot ang noo ko. "What is your problem? I just want to get away—"

"Then you should've told me! You're drunk and you don't even know what those boys did without you knowing!"

My eyes widened.

"What the fuck?"

"Yes!" madilim ang mata niya sa akin. "Now, go to my car and wear my damn jacket!"

Like a kid being scolded by a father, I did what he said. Nakatungo akong naglalakad papunta sa pamilyar na sasakyan niya. His hand held my arms still so tight but it didn't hurt. Dumulas ang kamay niya mula sa braso ko hanggang sa kamay ko. My heart bombed loudly as his palm owned my tiny hands.

He lift me up just to sit on the truck of his car. Nakatinginan kami. I'm quiet because I know he's right at some point where I left and didn't think about being hooted outside. But all in all, I'm still not okay with him.

Umalis siya muli at naramdaman ko na lang ang pagbukas at sara ng pintuan niya. He showed up in front of me holding a tumbler and a jacket just like what he said. Tinakpan niya ang hita ko habang kunot pa din ang noo niya.

He handed me the water. I ignored it. Matalim ang tingin ko sa kaniya.

"Drink this to sober up." he said.

"I'm fine!" I rolled my eyes. "Babalik na ako. Thanks for the jacket, ibabalik ko ito sa lunes pati iyong—"

He held my waist to stop me from jumping down. Nakatinginan kami dahil sa kakaibang kuryente na dumaloy sa katawan ko dahil sa hawak niya.

He sighed. "Can we talk?"

I gritted my teeth. "Ayoko. Aalis na ako—"

"Saglit lang, Zhian. Babalik din tayo.." malumanay na sabi niya at hinaplos ang braso ko.

I glared at him and pulled my hand away from him. "Dylan, ayoko! If you're going to scold me again, then I'm sorry! Lasing ako at hindi ko naman namalayan ang mga lalaki doon!"

His expression softened. I stopped because of the way he looked at me. His hand slided from my arms down to my palm. Nanatili ang namumungay na mata niya sa akin habang pinagsasalikop ang kamay namin. My throat went dry when his hand easily fitted my whole palm.