OBSIDIAN ISSUE #2 : WOUNDED

SEVEN

         

The ripples made from his rough exit aimed a higher caress to my neck. Sa niyayanig kong katawan, hinayaan ko ang kalabit ng alon na kumiliti sa aking balat, trying to find some relieving humor from the biting pangs of cold down to the godforsaken path of my thoughts.

Hanggang sa pagkalma ng mga alon na naghimagsik sa pag-ahon niya, nanatili ako sa tubig. Iritado ngunit mahina. I am that weak and naive to have just been made believed for a fool! As I slowly began to realize what was happening, all those days where I felt inferior, scared and dumb by the people I have smoothly allowed to hold the authority over me, experiences where I've doubted my own sanity, smashed against my infirmity and knocked down all of my remaining defenses.

Marahas ang sipa ng tubig sa tulak ko paahon. Three more cuts through the water and I reached the edge of the pool. Itutukod ko pa lang ang mga kamay sa dulo para umahon nang maramdaman ang mga talsik sa aking mukha.

I drastically swiped my hand on my face and in my triggered eyes, they lifted just to see Angelov rubbing his wet hair with a white towel.

Matalim ko siyang tinitigan. His fluidly moving back was against me, oblivious of my vexed glare. Ayaw ko pa sanang manatili ngunit may nanunukso. I forced my eyes to avoid ogling at the curve of his glorious butt hugged by his wet jeans, hanging low on the hips. Dinikit kong mabuti ang panunutok sa marka sa balat niya. It was another tattoo I couldn't align with a synonym with due to the frugal light. Nang maramdaman ang paglingon niya, mabilis nanliit ang mga mata ko, making him see that I am not even less happy by his foolish stunt!

I huffed and strained myself up. Nag-ipon naman ako ng sapat na lakas at hindi rin naman ako mabigat, kaya nakapagtataka kung bakit hindi ako umaangat! My limbs suddenly felt heavy.

I took another deep breath when I tried to lift myself again. Pinakawalan ko ang hininga sabay nilubog ang kalahati ng katawan sa pool, bigo sa sarili. I'm trying my hardest not to look at Angelov. Thinking about the thin layers of my dress tonight, na-conscious lang siguro ako. Sa tingin ko pa naman, may pagka perverted ang utak ng lalaking 'to!

Sapilitan kong tinulak ang sulyap sa kanya. Mas nairita lamang akong makita na hindi pa siya umaalis. With the white towel hanging around his neck, nakahalukiphip niya akong pinapanood na hirap, bigo at iritado. I cut my gaze away fast, chased by the advent of his smirk.

For the third time, I repeated my attempts. Hindi pa ako nakakaangat ay pumasok na sa buhay ng paningin ko ang nakalahad na kamay. Strong, large tattooed and potent hand held in front of me like an insult to my barely surviving soul.

I tightened my jaw while staring at it. Pagkatapos ay muling binakas ang pahirapang daanan tungo sa kanyang mga mata. I caught the glimpse of his towel hanging in his neck. Ilang patak rin ng tubig mula sa kanya ay namuo sa paanan at inabot na ang mga daliri kong kumakapit sa dulo ng pool. Ang mamasa-masang buhok niya ay magulong nagsitayuan gawa ng gumahasang towel.

Parang nagsisi pa ako. Pakiramdam ko, mas lalo akong nalulubog sa tubig, ngunit natutupok rin sa apoy.

"Galit ka?" His mocking tone annoyed me so much. Umangat ang labi para sa baluktot na ngisi.

Suminghap ako. He 's not taking me seriously in this. Akala ba niya natutuwa ako dahil lang si Angelov siya at maraming nagkakagusto sa kanya? Other girls may have cried and writhed in pleasure from the honor of being kissed or mocked by him but not me!

Inirapan ko siya at sa isang malakas at nagagatungan ng inis na tulak, naiangat ko ang sarili mag-isa!

He chuckled raspily beside me. I glared at him and hugged myself tighter, hiding silent invitations in my body against his knowing eyes. Namamaluktot na rin ako sa lamig.