CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR (Favor)

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"Just pull the trigger. You're going to do me a favor," mahinahong sabi niya.

Kumunot ang noo ko. "What?"

"Pull the trigger. I've always wanted this to happen. You don't know how many times I tried to kill myself. I wanted to die. Living in that family was like living a nightmare. Violence every day. Killing. Violating women. I cannot stand it anymore," umiiyak na sabi ni Pol.

"Liar. Sinasabi mo lang iyan para hindi kita patayin. Kulang pa 'yang ginawa ko sa iyo sa mga kahayupang ginawa 'nyo sa akin. I should have taken out your eyes. Cut your ears and cut your tongue. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Because that's what you did."

"Look at my arms if you don't want to believe me," sagot niya.

Nanatiling nakatutok sa kanya ang hawak kong baril at tiningnan ko ang mga braso niya. Hindi nga siya nagsisinungaling. Napakaraming hiwa sa magkabilang braso nito.

"I've tried to kill myself. I've tried to cut myself to end it. Overdosed so I couldn't wake up anymore. It was so hard living like this. On the outside I am the brave and tough youngest Baldomero, but inside I am dying. I wanted to come out. Tell the whole world who I really am. My family won't understand what I'm going through. Ayoko ng ginagawa nila pero wala akong magawa. Kailangan ko silang mapaniwala na lalaki ako dahil walang baklang Baldomero." Humagulgol ng iyak si Pol.

Hindi ako nakasagot sa sinabi niya. Dama ko naman na talagang totoo iyon pero hindi ako puwedeng magpakita ng kahit na kaunting kahinaan sa harap niya. No. He had seen me helpless and vulnerable but not this time.

"How many women did your brothers rape and killed?"

Umiling lang siya at halatang hirap na hirap huminga. "Many. I don't know. I lost count anymore. I could still hear them every night before I go to sleep. Their cries. But, I couldn't do anything."

Dumiin ang pagkakatutok ko sa kanya ng hawak kong baril. Tumingin sa akin si Pol.

"Pull the fucking trigger. But make sure that once you do it, you can still stand to fight for your life. Because after you kill me, there won't be no turning back. My family will hunt you and every last breathing relative or friends that you have," seryosong-seryosong sabi niya.

"Shut up!" Malakas ko siyang pinukpok ng baril sa ulo. Paulit-ulit ko iyon ginawa hanggang sa hindi na siya halos gumagalaw. Hindi na makilala ang mukha ni Pol dahil sa bugbog na tinamo. Kung hindi lang siya humihinga ay talagang iisipin kong patay na siya.

A voice in my head was telling me stop. It kept on telling me that I am not like this. I am not a murderer. But every time that incident will play in my head, the anger was winning. The demon inside me wanted to get out and get even. And this was my moment to get the revenge that I planned for months.

"Just kill me," mahinang-mahinang sabi ni Pol. Nakasandal lang siya sa kinauupuan niya. Patuloy ang pagtulo ng dugo sa sabog na mukha.

My hand was shaking this time. My conscience was telling me to stop. I am having second thoughts. Can I do this?

Hindi ko namalayan na tumutulo na pala ang luha ko. Ano na ang gagawin ko? If I leave him here alive, siguradong malalaman ng lahat na ako ang gumawa nito. Shit. What the hell did I do?

Tumingin sa akin si Pol at ngumiti.

"It's okay. I deserve this. It's not your fault." Mahinang-mahinang sabi niya.

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