Chapter 3

"Oh... you're the man from the hill." I said what's obvious.

"Ethan, Ms. Oh shit. Ethan." he corrected.

"Why are you hugging me? I can't see anything."

"You just seem... well, kind of lonely."

I am.

"I'm not."

I pushed him away and just when I was about to look up to him, he covered my eyes with his palms.

"Oh, Ms. Oh shit. You shouldn't see my face."

"I bet you're ugly." I blurted out.

He chuckled.

"I haven't seen your face too, Ms. Oh shit so you shouldn't see mine too. Let's keep our identity hidden. I just want a friend whom I can talk to without knowing its background," he said in a disingenuous sincerity.

"Well, I don't."

"Ouch, Ms. Oh shit. That's kind of hurtful." He said in a frisky voice.

"Okay, Mister Ethan. Stop acting like we're close because you're a one of hell great flirtatious man."

"Hey! Hey! I'm not being flirty! This is called 'gentleman' you know!" He defended.

"Gentleman your ass. Get your fucking palms out of my eyes."

He obeyed my order but he wasn't in my front anymore, probably he left me. I just shrugged it off and sauntered my way to the school even though I'm soaking wet.

Walking in my state, no umbrella or whatsoever every people I encounter was giving me their grimace look but I don't give a damn. It was already dark, everyone seems to have a shelter but I don't, funny that's how unfair world is.

"Ms. Robins. It's already dark. What are you doing here?" It was the guard from our school.

I looked at my huge school and saw few lights that are on and one of them was the office room so I have a huge hunch that my father's mistress is still in there.

"Can I go inside? I just want to talk to someone."

He eyed me from head to toe and then shook his head after that, giving me his pitted look that I hated the most.

"Where's your mom and dad? You should head home, Ms. Robins. It's dangerous outside."

"That's why I'm going to head inside the school." I sarcastically said.

His forehead creased because of my discourtesy but in a minute, he heaved a sigh.

"Okay, then." He then took a quick glance at my back.

I just shrugged it off and walked my way to the office, not minding every attention I get from the very few students who were holding umbrellas unlike me who's giving that damn rain a permission to invade my body.

Every room I walk past through has no lights, the hallway was half dark and only few rooms that have lights on. If I was a girl who's a fan of horror movie then this would've scared the hell out of me but it didn't because I'm not scared of anything.

And when I was about to get in the teachers' office, a familiar voice made me stop.

"Come on, I'm sorry, babe. Please don't be mad." His voice was full of tenderness like he was talking to a baby.

I step back as I felt the building anger inside me, burning my shattered heart once again in a hell that is impossible to escape.

"Mad? Who wouldn't be mad with what she did?! She just called me whore and shameless, William!"

Because that's the truth, bitch.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry in behalf of my daughter. I'll make it up to you and 'our' daughter, just don't be mad, okay?" His voice was full of gentle.

I smiled bitterly at the thought that it was my first time hearing that kind of tone from him, and the worst part is, it wasn't meant for me, neither one for my sister or mom.

In our house, he was brutal, merciless, dominating and stern... unlike the person I am staring to right now; smiling sweetly at her, caressing her cheeks like it's the most precious thing he have ever held in his whole life, very unlikely from the man I know in my fucking 15 years of existence.

This is fucking hell. This world is fucking a one great hell.

I clenched my fist so hard to the point that I can feel my greatest animosity towards him as I watch how their lips crashed to the point that I wanted both of them to crash as well.

It felt like I was adding coal to my burned heart because I don't even have the guts or strength to step back or turn my back at them. It was painful and torturing as I felt my stinging eyes once again, forming another batch of tears.

I don't know if it was only me or everything just went dark for a second.

"Oh, Ms. Oh shit. You're watching a live porn. Not good for a minor." It was him again.

It was his palms again, covering my eyes. A while ago, it was his embrace that comforted me, now, it was his palms that annoys me.

"Stop barging into my life and just let me live in peace." I said in a stern voice.

"Your life was never been in peace... even if I stop." He said gently.

I heaved a sigh.

"Please... I want to be alone," I begged.

He heaved a sigh as well.

"You're torturing yourself. Just get out of this school."

"Oh, I'm used to it, Mister Ethan. I've been tortured in my fucking 15 years of existence."

"Then I guess this is the right time for you to stop being a victim of torment."

"Ethan." I warned.

"Oh, Ms. Oh shit. Is it bad to be flattered with the way you call my name? Sounds sexy." He humorously said.

"Do you know why a man has balls, Ethan?" I asked in a dangerous tone but he was nonchalant about it as he was still in his position, covering my eyes.

"Huh?"

"Because they are meant to be kick by a dangerous woman."

He instinctively let go of my eyes and so I can see clearly now as his palms weren't blocking my eyes anymore.

"Easy there, Ms. Oh shit. I still want to have tons of children!" He frighteningly said.

I cursed when I saw both of them leaving the office, holding each other's hand. I was just behind them, glaring daggers at their backs.

"You assholes! You're such a one of a hell great model to the youth!" I shamelessly shouted.

I heard Ethan's gasp from behind but I didn't bother caring the shit out of my ass.

They both stopped and so I smirked. Both turned to my direction hence, I gave them my shrug and then shifted my weight to show them how cool of a woman I am.

"Alessia!" My father shouted with rage.

I clapped, acting like I just watched a one great movie!

"Great, great, great role model! Salute to both of you! Big respect for being an inspiration!" I dramatically screamed.

I saw how the mistress was offended but I don't give a damn.

"You mother-fucker asshole!" He fumed.

"Anyways. I enjoyed the movie. Thanks for the free ticket." I then turned my back at them.

Ethan was nowhere to be found. Well, I guess he left but I couldn't care less.

I was half-running when I walked, thinking my father would harm me because of his uncontrolled rage. Even though I'm used to it, I'm still scared.

And when I turned to the left side where he cannot see my presence, I run as fast as I could, trying my very best just so he could not catch me.

I know he's going to beat me up once he come home and I'm fucking scared.

And because of that, I didn't notice a stair, hence, I fell off the stair, creating a massive amount of unbearable pain from my body.

"Shit." I groaned when finally, my body hit the floor.

Limp and in pain, I didn't bother to stand up. I stared at the dark ceiling on the first floor of this building, smiling bitterly while reminiscing every bad thing that happened to my life.

Fuck this life.

I closed my eyes, thinking I could sleep in here, afraid of going back to that prison in disguise home.

My forehead knotted when a cloth landed on my skirt. And when I was about to open my eyes, another cloth landed on my face.

"What the hell?!"

Am I being kidnapped?!

Well, I wish so.

"Oh Ms. Oh shit. Do you plan on sleeping here?"

By the way, the shirt on my face smelled manly enticing.

Oh shit this mind.

"Leave me alone." I groaned.

"Wish I could, but what do I do? My 'gentleman' syndrome is pushing me to help a young lady who's spreading its legs on a public place."

"I have a short, you maniac."

He chuckled.

"But it doesn't stop the fact that you have a nice leg, Ms. Oh shit. Men could drool over it so you should stand up and I'll guide you out of this dark place."

"Trash all men." I blurted out.

"No. Trash all cheaters." He corrected.

"Whatever. I'm tired. I can't stand up when my body is in pain."

As well as my heart.

"Then I'll be your feet."

My forehead creased but just when I was about to utter any words, he lifted me, with the cloth still on my thighs and face.

Oh... I look weird.

"Don't you... have any shirt?" I asked when I felt that I was leaning against his warm chest beside my face, so he's carrying me in a bridal style, huh.

"My white shirt is on your face, and my school polo uniform is on your thighs."

"Wait... so you're saying that we're schoolmate?"

He didn't answer me, instead, he just started sauntering his way.

"Don't! Don't you grab that shirt on your face!" He warned when I was about to grab it.

"You think I'm scared?"

"I'm going to loose my grip on you and you're going to fall!" He once again, warned me.

"Then I'm going to beat you up. Where's the gentleman part you're talking about, huh?"

"Oh, come on, Ms. Oh shit. Just stay on your position."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and just let myself rest.

He laughed.

"We look weird."

I didn't respond and so he continued his walk.

"Thank God it's not raining. Should I take you to your home, Ms. Oh shit?"

"Shit that home. That's not home. That's called an enchanted house prison in disguise."

He became quiet for a while.

"So... where should I take you?"

"Everywhere except to that prison."

"That's not good, Ms. Oh shit. You shouldn't trust a man that easily."

"Who said I trust you? Just take me anywhere and leave me."

He heaved a sigh.

"Okay. Just rest your face against my chest and sleep. I know you're tired."

I rested my face against his hard chest not because I wanted to obey him but because I wanted to rest. I'm so tired.

And so, I fell into a fretful sleep.

And I guess... for the past 15 years of my life, this will be the very peaceful sleep I've ever had.

I yawned and stretched my arms when I felt my consciousness slapping me hard. And when I finally opened my eyes, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a minute, trying to remember what happened after losing my consciousness.

Where am I?

From lying on a soft bed, I unconsciously arise when I finally remember what happened yesterday.

I eyed the room and noticed that I was in a small motel near our village. I looked at the bed side table and saw a small note.

Good morning, Ms. Oh shit. I already am home and don't worry, I didn't sleep with you. There's a money near the lamp so get it and order a food if you're hungry :)

What the hell? Who is he to act like my boyfriend?

I fetched the money near the lamp because I'm not that girl who'll waste money for the sake of pride. Hell that pride, money is more important.

I stood and once again stretched my arms then head to the bathroom until I stopped when I saw my reflection on the mirror.

Did I... just smile?

This is the first time I smiled alone... a genuine one, without my sister and fucking alone. I never did smile alone so why the hell am I smiling?

Maybe because of the good amount of sleep I have?

Or maybe...

"The sticky note?! I'm smiling because of that cringe sticky note?!" I hysterically said to myself, still not believing a man is the reason why I was smiling.

I shook my head consecutive times and washed my face to slap me back to reality. My face was soaking with water when I looked up at the mirror, staring at myself.

"You're beautiful." I uttered softly.

The corners of my heart-shape pinkish lips rose up and so my high cheekbones showed up. My almond eyes that were currently showing a genuine kind of happiness was screaming brightly at me with its long eyelashes that partnered up perfectly to the thickness of my brows.

I put my long wavy black hair to the side of my neck and stared deeply more on how beautiful of a woman I am. I'm half Asian and half American with a mix of Filipino and Spanish blood, which explains my tanned colored skin.

"You deserve to be happy." I smiled at myself.

But turns out... happiness doesn't deserve me.

"You slut! Where did you go?! You have a boyfriend, don't you?!"

My face remained at the side, still feels sore from her palms that has slapped me hard.

"M-Mom! Stop! Please! Let her rest!" My sister begged while sobbing.

Great. Now I regret going back home.

Home? Fuck that home.

"No! This bitch must've spent the money from your father's mistress! You probably slept with your boyfriend and rent a condo with that money, didn't you?!" She spat.

I heaved a sigh, once again, tired.

"I didn't." My voice was tired even though I have a great amount of sleep.

"You liar! Give me the money!"

"I said I don't have it. Please, let me rest." I softly begged.

"Give me the money, Alessia! It's for your sister's treatment!" She shouted with all she could.

"Please... just once, believe me. I don't have the money."

I'm tired. I'm so damn tired.

"M-Mom..."

"Liar! Asshole!"

"M-Mom..."

"I said I don't have it!"

Again, another slap.

"A-Alessia..." My sister continued.

"You—" My mother stopped when my sister collapsed in front of us.

"Andra!" I shouted and went near her.

"Oh fuck! She didn't get to drink her medications for two days!" She frustratingly said.

"What?!" I fumed.

"We don't have enough money to buy her medicines, you asshole!"

She carried her and ran outside while I was left alone, zoning out again, blaming myself for what just happened.

And my world completely shattered into pieces when I heard what the doctor said.

"I'm sorry to say this, but she has Glioblastoma which is stage 4 brain tumor."

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