P.S. Obsessively In Love With You

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Nisha's POV

That night nang hinatid ako ni Lucian sa bahay he stayed for a few more hours, me not speaking to him. I just let him do whatever he wants at umakyat na sa kwarto ko to just fall asleep.

I was just lying there in my bed while staring at the white ceiling.
What have I done?
I'm not sure kung ano pa ang balak gawin ni Lucian dito but at this point I didn't care anymore, all I want to do is to go up to Matt and Hans and say sorry.
But how?

My eyes started to sting and I found it hard to breathe through my nose, tears falling down my eyes and soaking the pillows wet.
Simula dati, sila lang ang tumutulong sakin, sila lang ang nakakaintindi.. Gusto lang nila akong tulungan so why did I turn my back against them? Was it because of Lucian's threats? Was it because I'm scared of what he might do to me?

I closed my eyes for a second. My mind wandering off and going back to the time where I first met Matt and Hans, eight years ago when Hans and I were just 20 and Matt was just 16.

It was a cloudy afternoon and I was at a park, minding my own business and sipping coffee from my cup.
I was writing a new chapter of my current story when I heard giggling.

Napataas ang tingin ko and saw two girls and three boys, base sa uniform nila they're six graders, about 11 to 12 years old.

I ignored them and then I let out a gasp when a pebble went inside my coffee, splashing me and my laptop.
I turn to look at the children, expecting a sorry or an apologetic look.
But instead all I received was their mocking laughter.

I shook my head and took my laptop near me, ignoring them again.
Kids these days, wala na ngang respeto sila pa matapang.

“Tingnan nyo yung suot ni ate, para syang hostess. Pokpok ata yan eh.” I heard one of the girls said not hiding the fact that she was talking about me.

“Siguro nga, tingin mo saan nya nabili laptop nya? Ew cheap.” the other girl said at tiningnan ako na may halong pandidiri.

I anxiously gaze at my clothes. I'm wearing a mini black skirt, hoodie, fishnet stockings and boots. Some says that wearing fishnet stockings will make you look slutty, well sa pilipinas lang yung ganung mindset, I think.
And though I didn't regret my choice of clothes, their words somehow hurts.

I ignored them once again. Calm down, Nisha. Bata lang mga yan, they don't know what they're doing. Wag mo silang pansinin at aalis din mga yan.

They didn't. Their insults got worse to the point that I can't take it anymore and stood up.

“Abah matapang ata. Lalaban.” One of the boys said and I rolled my eyes and walked away.

The hell are you doing Nisha? Tell them to stop. You're a goddamn adult for heaven's sake!

“Sus, duwag naman pala eh, dun ka na sa sugar daddy mo!” One of them said and threw a pebble at me, hitting my back.