Loving the Demon

1: Nine Years

I don't know where I am then, I can barely even remember my name.

I was confused, sad and empty. 

Don't most people forget the memories that they had when they were 8 years old?

Sigurado akong maraming tao ang ganoon, bakit naman kasi nila matataandaan ang isang ala-ala na halos wala namang malaking epekto sa buhay nila?

Most kids just simply lived their lives without worrying about anything. 

That's not the case for me though.

Because it is always the painful memories that are the hardest to forget. 

Nine years.....  after nine long years I still remember all the pain and nightmare that is my past.

I was barely nine years old when one day they told me that I will finally have a'home' with a parent that is willing to 'love' me whole-hardheartedly. I should have been happy and excited but I wasn't. 

How can I?  They will all leave me anyways just how my real parents abandoned me. Just like what my real my father said, 'I am not worthy of anyone's attention nor love.'

'Yong mga batang tulad ko sa ampunan noon ay ayon lang ang hinihintay, ang maayos na pamilya na kukuhain sila ng hindi lang ilang araw, kundi permanente. 

It was crazy. Sinabi lang ni mama Lorna isang beses na bibilan niya ako ng pagkain pero never na siya bumalik... noong mapagtanto ko na hindi niya na ako babalikan ay hindi ako kumain ng ilang araw. Wala rin akong matandaan na pangyayari kahit kailan na nagsalita ako sa tatlong buwan ko sa ampunan but still, my adoptive parents chose me kahit na sinasabi ng mga madre na may 'problema' daw ako.

I wasn't a rebel or mean kid in the orphanage but I was surely the weirdest. After what happened? I was left traumatized.

Mabuti na lang talaga ay dumating sa'kin ang tinuturi ko ng lahat ko ngayon, my parents. They're literally my everything, I don't need any companion or friends... my family is my everything and I treasured them so much. Although, my two step-brother still don't full accept me as their sister, I still love them.

We're not a perfect family. My two brothers don't treat me like a  sister, heck, they don't even treat me like a decent human-being, I couldn't care-less tho at least I won their-- my parents heart. That's the most important thing for me.

Nawala na lang ako sa pag-iisip ko ng biglang bumukas ang malaking pintuan ng bahay namin. I looked up from the television. It's kuya Dave. He's wearing his favorite  black leather jacket and that same angry face every time he sees me.

Kuya Dave is a Demon hiding in that physically attractive form of his. He have a twin, kuya Ashton and If kuya Dave is the Demon I don't even know what to call kuya Ashton anymore.... he's the worse. 

Muntik ko na siyang batiin pero mabuti na lang ay napigilan ko ang sarili ko at kunwari ay may ginagawa ako sa loptop ko. Medyo napatalon lang ako sa kinakaupuan ko ng biglang basagin ni kuya Dave ang vase malapit sa may hagdanan but just like before hindi niya ako pinansin at mabilis ang lakad na umakyat sa itaas.

Napailing na lang ako sa ginawa ni kuya Dave, nakakaawa ang magulang namin, paano ba sila nagkaanak ng dalawang demonyo?

Speaking of the demon... muling nagbukas ang malaking pinto at laman naman no'n ay si kuya Ashton na mukhang may hinahanap at base sa pagikot-ikot ng paningin niya ay para siyang isang tigre na hinahanap ang kakainin niya ngayong araw. Nang sa wakas ay makita niya na ako sa may sofa ay nagsimula na siyang maglakad papunta sa'kin.