BOOK 3: The Mafia Game (Hiatus)

TMG 19: Bezarius 2

TMG 19 ♠

Azmael Bezarius

“You better behave, L. You know me damn too well, son,” she reminded me for the nth time with her cold stern voice, staring at me intently. I nodded my head once in response, sighing in defeat. I just never won with her. She’s a walking mad woman in town.

“Ma, naiintindihan ka naman na ni L. Hayaan na natin siyang magpahinga.” R said holding our dearest mother at arm’s length.

“R’s right, Alice. Lumabas na tayo nang makapagpahinga na ang anak natin.” Dad, wrapping his arm around mom’s shoulder. And I hissed with that.

Muling nakipagtitigan sa’kin si mom na parang walang narinig. Huminga pa siya ng malalim habang nangunguyom ang mga kamao sa magkabilang gilid. I know how mad she is right now just by looking at her cold blank face. I know I act so irrational and rash last night but I can’t do anything about it now. What happened last night already happened and even her anger couldn’t change that fact. I got bruises and shot in the shoulder blade but still able to breathe for the next sunrise. Nakaalis naman ako ng buhay sa kuta na ‘yon. And I already admitted my mistake, so why the heck she’s still fuming at me?

Jesus! Women, I really can’t read you and looks like I never will.

“This would be the last time you’ll move recklessly, L. And don’t you dare think of escaping… again.” Pagbibigay diin nito sa huling salita habang nakatitig pa rin ng masama sa’kin.

Napabuntong-hininga na lang ako habang sinusundan siya ng tingin na inaayos ang tray na nakapatong sa ibabaw ng bedside table ko na pinaglagyan ng pagkain. I got my right leg injured that my overprotective—strict mother doesn’t allow me to walk myself to the dining. Where did I get this leg injury? Well, my very own dearest mother shot me the last time I escaped. Nahuli niya akong dumaan sa balcony at inabangan sa garden at ito na lang daw ang naisip niyang paraan para manahimik ako sa mansion nila.

Psh. Girls, you really are brute. You all are monsters.

“Let’s go.” Bumalik ako sa realidad nang marinig muli ang boses ni mom. Nakatalikod na ito at naglalakad palabas ng pinto. Nahagip naman ng mata ko si dad at R na parehong nakatingin sa’kin. Binigyan nila ako ng tipid na ngiti bago sumunod sa brutal kong ina.

“Damn it.” I cussed under my breath after hearing the door closed. Inihiga ko na lang muli ang sarili sa kama at tumitig sa puting kisame ng kwarto. I’ve been locked up here for two days now but it felt like years. Every second passed is nothing but a great boredom.

I reached for my phone under my pillow and dialed Marcus’. I waited for a couple of second before he picked it up.

[Dude, napatawag ka?] He started in a croaked voice; looks like he just woke up.

“Did R contact you already?” I asked and he snorted on the other line.

[Honestly, siya ang dahilan kung bakit naistorbo ang tulog ko. I got tons of messages and calls from your twin, dude. Bakit ba ganyan ang mga babae?] He yawned after his last sentence. I can even see that he’s now scratching the back of his head with the thought. Napailing na lang ako sa narinig ko. Parehong-pareho talaga sila ng pinsan niya na mga kakaibang ugali ng babae ang palaging reklamo.