Fall and Chase (ML, #4)

Kabanata 50

I'm sorry about the bad words or curses. This is the last chapter and Wakas na lamang ang kulang! Thank you!

Conrad's POV

Kabanata 50

Together

I pocketed my cell. My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebar.

"Fuck," is all I could say when the line went dead. Doubt is ruining my system. My anger is like a venom trying to poison my mind.

Clear your fucking head, bastard.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to absorb what happened talking to Janella over the phone. I fucked it up. I fucking fucked it up. The talk made my head clouded with murder and torture thoughts. The veins on my neck started to appear. I could feel it. I hate it. I fucking hate it. I want to punch him—them. So badly. I want to see his body cripple. I want it.

Janella wants me not to care about them. It is not easy. Hindi ka nila—tayo titigilan. Is this what Johnny wanted? I will give this to him. If he want to see hell, i'd give it to him right away. I could foresee what is the consequence of by eating anger. I don't fucking care. I want her to be safe and protected by me. My guilt making me sick. I am limiting her. I am fucking limiting her.

My body neglected what calm means. My hands craving for a punch—no, punches, swings, kicks, I really want to torture him. And it would be a fucking pleasure, if Niklaus is there also. Let it be, let it goddamn be.

Pinaandar ko muli ang motor bike upang makarating sa aking destinasyon. The engine roared like my anger. I need to finish this out and he—they need to leave Janella alone. Hindi maalis sa isipan ko ang sinabi ni Johnny sa akin sa San Mateo. It always makes me cringe and murder him in my head. Sana'y doon palang nilumpo ko na siya. Sana'y doon palang ginawa ko na 'to. But I respect her, and I don't want to do things that will make the situation more complicated.

My phone buzzed. From an unknown number.

My face darkens.

I stopped the bike.

Where are you at, my friend?

Johnny fucking Duavit.

Kaagad kong binulsa ang aking telepono. Nagmamadali ko ulit pinaandar ang aking sasakyan. I couldn't wait for my fist to meet his fucking face. I couldn't wait to see him cripple and begging me to stop. And i'm sorry, my friend, I would not stop until I satisfied my fist craving for your ugly fucking face. I hope he'd thank me. Fuck you.

Hininto ko ang bike. I saw a Mercedes—a white. Great place. No one's around. Ang tanging tunog lamang na ang aking naririnig ang mga insekto at paminsang-minsang ihip ng hangin. Bumaba ako sa aking bike, at nagmamadaling makapunta sa sasakyan niya. Saktong bumaba si Johnny. His ugly face is making my fist aches to touch him. Come on, bastard, come meet me.

"So, I predicted you two broke up," he finally said and making me hate his voice more than things that I would love to destroy. His voice is a noise, making the earth more polluted. I think he needs to disappear for a better world.

I could hear my mother's warnings...damn. Mother, I'm sorry.

A smirked played on his lips when he saw my anger with my brows meeting. My jaw moved back and forth. I clenched and unclenched my hands, trying to calm the fuck down. I don't know it...i don't know what calm means to me now. But I know, calm comes within my swings hit his body. That's peace.

I stay silent.

"My friend, you need to use your mouth to speak. Or maybe, you only use it on her pus—" My fist met his face. Quickly. Without a second thought. Muntik na siyang bumagsak ngunit sa likod niya ang kanyang sasakyan. Umulan ng mura sa paligid.