Is it possible to feel like an outcast in your own home? To feel betrayed and violated inside your home? Or... Is it possible to be sworn by your own Mom for the things you didn't commit nor like?
Tears shaped in my eyes as I gazed at the piece of paper in my hand. A faint bitter smile slithered onto my lips. I felt my heart clasping while reading my medico-legal.
I don't think she'll believe me despite having this proof. For sure she'll turn the table and blame me... Like she usually does.
I seized a deep breath and looked around. People in white are walking back and forth. Some patients are wandering around and riding their wheelchairs.
My feet commenced taking steps. Dinukot ko ang phone sa bulsa ng aking coat at natigilan nang madaanan ang malaking salamin. I tilted my head and faced the mirror.
My eyes are swollen and bloodshot. Nakasuot pa ako ng uniform sa school at nakalaylay ang backpack sa kaliwang balikat. It was a gray high-waisted skirt and long sleeves polo with a maroon coat. It has black buttons and a badge of our university on the left side. Maluwag na rin ang suot kong kulay gray na necktie.
Inayos ko ang mahabang buhok at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad. I changed my number earlier since Mom could never contact me using my usual number.
Naupo ako sa kulay blue na bench at tinipa ang number ni Mommy. Pigil ang hininga kong hinintay ang pagsagot niya habang tinitingnan ang suot na kulay itim na Timberland boots. My heart pounded when it started ringing. I shut my eyes.
"Hello? Who's this?" she answered coldly.
My eyes heated and I swallowed hard.
"M—Mom..." I stammered.
"Who's t—this... Ludovica?!" her voice surmounted when she finally realized. "You... Brat! Where are you? Why are you using an international number?!" she said furiously.
"Mom... I'm here in—"
"Your driver took you to your university, right?! Don't tell me..."
Tumango ako at nagsimula nang humikbi. Hindi niya alam ang pag-alis ko dahil ilang araw na siyang wala sa bahay. She uttered profanities on the other line. Kinuyom ko ang aking kamao at pilit na pinigilan ang hikbi nang mapatingin sa akin ang iilang dumaraan.
"Yes, Mom... I cut my classes, yesterday. I a—am here in the Philippines right now," pag-amin ko sa namamaos at nanginginig na boses.
"What do you want, Ludovica?! Hindi ka ba talaga magtatanda?!" galit na galit niyang bulyaw sa akin.
"Mom! I want to stay with Dad! You know why I don't want to stay there anymore—"
"Shut up!" she cut me off harshly.
Mariin akong napapikit.
"Malinaw ang usapan namin ng Daddy mo, Ludovica. While you're in your minor years, you'll stay with me! You're so stubborn! Sixteen ka pa lang pero ganito ka na! How dare you rebelled to us? Ipapasundo kita!"
Umiling ako at nagsimula na namang humikbi. I don't want to stay with them anymore. I'd rather die than stay with them! Hindi ko na kaya... Mababaliw ako kung mananatili ako sa kanila!
"Mom... I have my medico-legal here. It'll prove you that I am telling the truth! Hindi ako nagsisinungaling—"
"Everything in this world could be sabotaged, Ludovica. Give it up! Give me your location right now, I'll send the chopper and some of our men. Don't you dare say anything to your father." She said with conviction and cut the line.
Bumagsak ang aking kamay sa mga hita ko at natulala habang patuloy na naglalandas ang mga luha. I bit my lip to hinder my sobs. I've expected this already but it felt so new.
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Zephyr Strings
General Fiction(SPHEROID CHAMBERS #3) Ongoing Moving on from a traumatic episode in the past is never a cakewalk. Each of us encountered a lot of crusades in the past and it's up to us how we'll deal with it to outweigh them. He was pressured. He was devastated...
