Gangster High 1 (The Art of Game) ✅

chapter 22: What a Queen Needs

Chapter 22

WHAT A QUEEN NEEDS

"You are fuckin' idiot." Creed's face was red when he spoke to me.

Napamaang ako habang nakatanga sa kanya. Hindi ko inasahan na makikita ko s'ya sa lugar na ito. Bakit nga ba hindi? I first saw him in a bar... just like this one. Who knows, maybe this crow was sneaking out every night. The reason why he was always absent in the Rock House.

"Ano'ng problema mo?" tanong ko nang magawa kong makabawi sa gulat.

"Ikaw at 'yang kahangalan mo," sagot niya, halos pasigaw. "Alam mo ba ang magiging parusa sa 'yo kapag nalaman nilang tumakas ka sa Rapsodhee High?"

"Papatayin ako, alam ko," walang gana kong sagot.
Wala akong pakialam sa parusa. Gusto ko lang lumayo at pagnilayan ang mga nangyari. Mahirap bang intindihin iyon?

"We are going back now and don't dare say no." Akmang hahawakan na naman niya ang braso ko. Umiwas ako. "Strawford, huwag mong ubusin ang pasensya ko."

"Creed, please. I just need to be alone," sabi ko.

"No!" Sinunggaban niyang muli ang braso ko. "We are going back now!"

"Let me go, brute!" Gumamit ako ng pwersa para kumawala sa kanya, pero galit n'ya lang akong nilingon saka kinaladkad patungo sa pinto.

Bwisit. Was it really hard to claim the peace I wanted even for this night? Just tonight? Napapagod na ako... physically and emotionally.

Marahas akong pumiglas mula sa pagkakahawak ni Creed saka ko s'ya itinulak palayo. He did release me, but his eyes were sharp looking at me.

"I'm not going back there," sabi ko. Ayoko talagang bumalik sa Rapsodhee High. At least, not tonight.

"Wag mong hintayin na buhatin pa kita," gigil sa banta ni Creed.

"Just... stay away from me," sagot ko saka mabilis na tumalikod. To my surprise, naramdaman ko na lang ang pag-angat ng paa ko sa sahig at ang pagsampay ng katawan ko sa matigas n'yang balikat. Jesus Christ! He was not playing around. He just lifted me like a sack of rice. "Put me down! Damn you! Put me down!"

"Shut up," he growled.

Why was no one helping me? Why these bitches were just looking at us? And why the hell were they smiling like an idiot?

"Put me down! I swear, I'm gonna kill you—"

"I swear, I'm gonna cut your tongue, Strawford."

Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang magpaubaya sa kanya hanggang sa makalabas kami ng bar. Ilang saglit pa at pabalibag n'ya akong ibinaba. If it's not because of this fuckin' railings beside me, malamang ay nakasalampak na ako sa sahig dahil sa ginawa n'ya.

"Fuck you," I barked at him.

"Bitch," mariin niyang sagot. "Let's go now."

"You came here alone, you better leave alone. I don't need an escort." Tinalikuran ko s'ya. Hindi na ako nagulat nang mabilis pa sa kidlat na humarang s'ya sa daraanan ko. May pagkaninja rin talaga ang uwak na ito, eh. "This is not funny, Creed."

"I'm not making you laugh," he replied. "You're coming back to Rapsodhee High with me. Now." His eyes narrowed. "Underground Council is watching every piece of the game especially the officials, Strawford. You're getting yourself killed."