Mia let out a gasp. She obviously couldn't believe what she just heard.
How could she when I still couldn't believe it myself."Bes." She called, her voice trembling. "I'm... I'm so sorry. Who... Did that to him?" She stuttered."I don't know who they are. It was my first time seeing them at our house... They looked like thugs." My lips quivered as I spoke. My heart was breaking into a million pieces."Why did you not call the cops, bes? You should have done that immediately." Mia admonished, grabbing my trembling hand in hers."I couldn't do it, Mia." I shook my head aggressively. "I couldn't leave or take my eyes away from him even for a blink of an eye." More tears slipped out of my eyes. "I think I lost my phone.""They weren't putting on masks?" Mia caressed my hand softly, emboldening me to continue."No. I saw their faces. All three of them." I replied. How could I possibly not? Their faces were engraved in my mind and I didn't think it would ever fade. I knew I would never forget, perhaps until I have made every single one of them paid and the mastermind won't be left out, in fact, he was going to pay severely. "I was by the door when he was shot mercilessly. Before that, I wanted to go in, even though I knew I was powerless in their midst, but still I wanted to go in. To shield him at least, but he made me promise not to show myself. Till his last breath, he still had my best interest at heart. He wanted to protect me. He wanted me to continue my life. He wanted his dreams for me to... Come... True." I sobbed amidst words. The pang I felt in my heart kept getting more painful with every passing second. I felt weak, useless and hopeless. The only family I had left was snatched away from me so brutally.Tears had already began to run down Mia's cheeks as she listened to my poignant narration."I must have lost consciousness, because I didn't know what happened after that. When I regained consciousness, I was on the floor. I looked around for my dad, but he wasn't inside the house. They took his body." I drew in a breath and a lump made its way to my throat, making it extremely hard for me to swallow. "I ran outside and fortunately, I was able to see their car. The same car I had seen on my way in. I shouted on the top of my lungs, begging them to bring him back to me. I wanted to be able to see him, at least one more time. I thought they were going to do as I wanted when the car screeched to a halt. It reversed in full speed seconds later and at that moment, without a doubt, I knew they weren't going to return him to me, but were planning to hit me with the car.""Oh my God!" Mia gasped, her eyes widening, horrifically."I remained glued to my spot, until they were getting incredibly close. I didn't want to run. What was I living for anyways? My life had already been ruined. But recalling how ruthlessly he was killed, I knew I still had something to live for, so I turned to my heels and ran, but I wasn't fast enough, I was hit and that's how I ended up here." By the time I was done narrating everything to her, I could feel more tears forming in my nasolacrimal duct.Wordlessly, Mia engulfed me in another hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Mia. I hope you forget everything s—"Realizing what she was about to say, I aggressively pushed her away. "Forget? I'm never ever going to forget, Mia! I will make them pay for what they did to him. I will stop at nothing to see them fall to their knees, begging for a little mercy from me and that would be when I will have my laugh." I vowed, my voice dripping with venom. I was hellbent of avenging his death and I would stop at nothing to make my mission successful — it didn't matter what I had to do. I would gladly do anything. The moment my dad died, my conscience died along with him. "I will never have peace knowing my father's murderer are somewhere living their lives peacefully.""Juliana, I know you are hurt but—""Don't even try to talk me out of this," Juliana warned. "I'm going to get mad at you. If you won't help me, you certainly shouldn't discourage me." I spat, feeling my insides burning with rage. I was ready to practically do anything to achieve my goal, even if it meant ending my friendship with Mia for no sacrifice was too great, and no deed was too dark as long as it brought me to my target."Don't take the law into your hands," Mia continued. "It won't end well. It never has. I understand that you are grieving and—""Please go, Mia!" I beseeched. I was very angry and I didn't want to say mean stuff to her. I respected our friendship too much for that. But I felt I would be forced to if she kept on trying to discourage me. My father was brutally killed right in front of me and she expected me to leave everything in the hands of the authorities. I was a tad disappointed in her because I felt she wouldn't have had the same mentality if the same thing had happened to her mother. I expected her to encourage me and not try to talk me out of it, but it didn't matter. I would still go ahead with my plans. My mind was already made up and no one would be able to change it.I promised myself to make the mastermind pay for ruining my life.It became my only mission in life."Do you really plan on leaving Cebu? Where do you plan to go, bes?" Mia inquired. I had finally been discharged from the hospital after a few days later and was busy packing my stuff. "Can't you please just stay?" Her voice was laced with genuine worry. It was evident she did not want me to leave the province, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to convince me. I was hellbent of seeking vengeance for my father's death. I couldn't be stopped. Not even by my best friend. "Please reconsider," she continued. "You're not in the right state of mind and knowing you, you might do something reckless."I would admit, she was not wrong about that — I had always acted on impulse, but this time around, my actions would be justified. "Don't worry about me, Mia," I smiled, tightly. "I will be fine. I won't stop, until I get even with those monsters that ruined my life." The promise was more to myself. It was a vow I was ready to do anything to fulfill. There will surely pay in a dreadful
It had already been three days since I arrived in the big city, Manila, and as you'd guess, it had not been easy for me. Upon arriving in Manila, the bustling city presented unexpected challenges and tested my resilience. I almost got raped by some drunkards, but narrowly managed to escape.I also didn't have money to buy food, nor could I afford a cheap hotel room to stay in. Desperation led me to seek refuge beneath a bridge, among a community of individuals facing similar struggles. It was a terrible experience. For two consecutive days, I had nothing to eat and it started taking its toll on me. I became weak; my vision was blurry and I constantly felt like passing out. I tried looking for part-time jobs, but no luck. I was desperate. I needed a job to be able to survive. If I don't survive, how will I ever get justice for dad? Luckily for me, I walked by a cafeteria currently hiring waitresses. The ads were neatly placed by the entry. That was my cue to go in and apply. Gently,
"I feel so uncomfortable in this dress." I voiced out, adjusting the neck of the navy blue dress I was putting on — the dress Rosa borrowed me, because obviously, I didn't have any decent looking dress that would suit the occasion. I felt really uncomfortable in the dress. I wasn't really used to getting all dressed up. Rosa had wanted to force me into painting my face as well, but I strongly objected. It wasn't really my thing. I felt I always looked ugly whenever I had makeup on. I was comfortable with just my nude lipgloss on. "Don't worry, babes, you look stunning." Rosa reassured. "To be honest, you look different. Like someone else." Of course — I mentally rolled my eyes. I wasn't blind myself. I looked like someone else indeed. The dress I was putting on was borrowed, the bag, as well as the shoes. What did she expect? I was practically a counterfeitress. "Yeah, right." I slurred. "Do you think I'm going to meet the one for me, tonight?" She emphasised, flicking her long eye
To Rosa's disappointment - and of course, mine, he walked past us and towards a very beautiful, tall, pale looking lady. For a brief moment, my jaw hung. I took the opportunity to take in the girl's appearance - she was dressed in a red, mini dress. She was heavily made up, just like Rosa, but hers was classier. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. Her heels - it was just so beautiful beyond description. I would definitely love to own a pair...someday. It was a matching pair with her dress. Her expensive Michael Kors bag made my jaw drop even lower. I had always wanted the exact bag, but couldn't afford half the price. Dad had promised to get me one if I passed my scholarship examination. At the thought, sadness washed over me as I suddenly remembered he was gone, and I would never see him again. I missed him a lot. His memories were still fresh in my mind. Not a single one had been omitted. Everything still felt like a dream to me. A terrible one. Right at that moment, I realize
Sauntering towards him, I could feel his gaze on me, but I pretended to be oblivious. Immediately I was few inches away from him, I pretended to trip and in the process, threw my drink all over his pants. "Oh no!" I gasped, feigning remorse. "I'm so so sorry for that. I'm usually not this clumsy. I must be tipsy from all the drink I've consumed tonight. I'm going to pay for the damages if you want." I mentally cringed at my own words. What if he actually agreed to what I said? Where was I ever going to get such a huge amount of money? "Once again, I'm terribly-" He suddenly cut me off by chuckling. Oh my! He actually chuckled! "It was a honest mistake." He justified. "...and I don't hold grudges against people for little mistakes, especially if the mistake is coming from a beautiful lady such as yourself." I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at his comment and pretended to blush instead. "Thankfully, the stain isn't too obvious. I will just go to the restroom and have it clean
This is it! Stop hyperventilating, idiot! Think of an excuse, dimwit!!!"You don't know her?" Caesar asked, equally perplexed. "How comes he doesn't remember you?" His last question was directed to me. "Probably because it has been a long time since we last met." I lied, trying my best to sound as convincing as possible. "I also know your brother, Diego. Is he here as well?" "It happens." Caesar shook his head. "I sometimes don't recognize some of my dad's business partners." If the situation had permitted it, I would have rolled my eyes at him. I wasn't even speaking to him. I smiled - at least I had gotten away with this one. "That can't be." Sergio interjected. "I'm pretty sure I have never seen you before, but that doesn't matter right now." He waved a hand dismissively. "I need to leave. I have some guests I need to attend to." "Alright, man." Caesar replied. My gaze didn't avert from his retreating figure. A new type of hate suddenly overwhelmed me. This was the son of th
My eyes opened to the white walls of the hospital. I wanted to sit up, but pain instantly surged into my heavily bandaged head, making me lie back down. Reminisces of how I ended up in the hospital flooded my mind. It was a huge step I had to take in order to get his attention. Indisputably, he was never going to notice me, if I hadn't taken this huge step. I just wished he didn't just bring me to the hospital and left - If that was the case, then my efforts would go down the drain. I groaned as I felt a throbbing pain in my head. I tried to move my legs, but horrifically, I couldn't. My breath hitched in my throat and I began to shake my head, vigorously. I wasn't paralysed. No, I wasn't. "No!" I shrilled.Immediately, a female nurse ran to my aid. "Ma'am, please calm down. Where does it hurt?""I...can't...why can't I move my legs?" Tears trickled down my cheeks. "Why the hell can't I move my legs?" I boomed and wrapped my hands around my throbbing head, that was about to rip into t
"How's the patient doing, doc?" Sergio Fernandez inquired. From where I was lying down, I could hear their conversation. "Unfortunately, there's a little bad news." The doctor began. "She's suffering from what we call quadriplegia - it means the nerve injury that happens above the first thoracic spinal nerve and causes paralysis." "Are you saying she's paralyzed right now?" His word was laced with worry. "Exactly, but the good news is that, it may not last forever. Give her few months. I'm just she's going to recover. Her spinal nerves aren't affected very badly.""Can I speak to her?" He inquired. "Of course." He responded and excused himself. Hearing his footsteps approaching, I heaved a deep sigh and got prepared to get into action. . "Miss?" He called in a soft voice. "I'm really sorry for want happened. I t-""Sorry?" I turned around and faced him. "You're sorry? Will your sorry give me back my leg?" Tears streamed down my face. "What am I going to do now. You've destroyed