Her voice can be heard from the other room. That sweet, reassuring voice I'd love waking up to. That was exactly seven in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes, blink it slowly as I looked around. The sun's rays are already reflecting through my window. It's a perfect, sunny day to start with.
"What do we have for breakfast?" I yawned and smiled. As soon as I smelled a familiar scent, I excitedly went to the dining table just near my room.
"Good morning, honey." My mom said as I met his gaze. Her smile is as sweet as the aroma of cinnamon rolls and some brewed coffee made by my mom.
"Whoah, is that cinnamon?"
"Of course. Just the way you want it, honey." On a separate plate, I had a piece of cinnamon rolls and a glass of milk for me, she loved coffee on the other hand.
"Perfect! Thank you. Are you going to work?" " I looked at my mom with a cheerful smile.
"Yep... better get dressed hun. I'll drop you off to school before I will go to work." My mom looked at me adoringly.
"Okay mom. I'd be ready in less than twenty minutes."
"I'll wait for you outside. I'll get in the car. Do you have any concerns before I go?"
"I'm all good,mom. After I eat this, I'll just take a bath and brush my teeth. Can you wait for me?"
"I have an hour left. I will not mind at all, dear."
"Yes, mom. Thank you. Just wait for me in the car."
"Alright, then." She smiled sweetly as she stood up. She quickly put all the dishes on the sink. She walked past me going outside towards our car.
That was last year. I never thought that it would be the last day with her that could change my life forever. How will I ever forget the only one who truly loved and cared for me?
If only I can bring this exact moment where I can always feel her and her warmth. How she expressed her love in so many ways that I couldn't feel towards my dad. I always regret the day I spent short on her. I admit I have a lot of regrets. I always think of those moments that were all taken for granted. I enjoy the fun that we had but I never got the chance to tell and let her feel that I love her so much.
It's been a month now but the nightmares kept on coming.
"How can you always act innocent when I already saw what happened?" His voice roared inside their room.
"Please...it's not what you think it is. Believe me." I can hear my mom's deep cry as she said those words. Even if the door is closed, I can hear the commotion that's happening inside.
I remembered, I was so young back then. I can't do anything other than covering my ears. I don't understand why I am crying, too. I can feel my mother's pain as she tried explaining her side but ended up unheard by my father.
"Why can't you believe me?"
"Why should I? Do you think I can still believe you after what you did to me?"
I can hear a lot of things being knocked off inside the room. I guess that drunkard is trying to hurt my mom in one way or another. Is he really my father?
I can say, he's heartless.
"I wish I never knew you. I wish you will die! Die, you bitch!"
As soon as I heard those words from my dad, I stood up as I deliberately knocked on their door. "Mom, dad, please! That's enough!" I can see myself crying as if those words are intended for me. I never saw my mom's reaction but I know, it crushed her heart. Hearing those words coming from the one that you loved the most is the worst thing to happen.
The sounds from the inside of their room stopped. I can hear the doorknob twisted from in there. I saw my mother as she rushed outside the house. I didn't understand why my heart was pounding very fast. After a few minutes, I can hear a car screech. Some people who saw the whole scene told me that my mom is slowly crossing the road at that time. The car haphazardly ran towards the pedestrian lane where my mom is at. Before she saw the car moving towards her, it already hit her hard that she fell on the ground, her head hitting the gutter. Blood came out from her head that caused her death.
***end of flashback***
I should've enjoyed that exact moment. For how many times did I regret coming to school that day. I should've watched for my mom and just be with her. To comfort and ease the pain that my father caused her so much.
Thinking of how lucky I am to have a mom like her, at the same time realizing that I can never bring her back again makes me feel so helpless. I can't help but cry and promise myself that I will make my dad's life miserable in any way I can.
I will make him pay for everything he did for us.
I saw him inside the house of his new family. I can see how he loved them the way he cared for them. I can't help but closed my fist until I can feel the numbing pain.
I hate to see him happy with them. I held back my tears. Why can't I see this kind of happiness when he's still living with us? Every laughter that they share pierces my heart numerous times. Why can't he able to show this kind of contentment to my mom and me? I always ask myself many times.
Is my mom not lovable enough? She's the only woman I know who didn't do anything but to love my father. It seem like life is unfair to us and I hate it.
My car is tinted and I am confident that they won't easily see me observing them closely. I am situated in one of the parking areas nearest to their house. It happened that they were outside having a barbeque party. As expected, I am not invited. Why would he, anyway? For me, there's no reason to do so because he already treated us like shit, always from the very beginning of my life.
I can't even call him father. I always cringe whenever I imagine considering him as one. Is there any greater adjective that can ever describe how I hate him? I hate him so much to the point that I would never want any man to enter my life to take me for granted.
"No...please! Stop!" My mom wailed as she held her hands high. I can see all her bruises, from everywhere her body and on her face.
"Who is he? Huh? For many times did I tell you to never see that man again?"
"Why can't you understand? He's my boss. We're together with a team. Is not clear to you that we don't have anything, for Pete's sake!" My mom is crying while she explains everything but my father seemed to not care at all.
I was just peeking through the small hole through the door of their room.
They thought I was already sleeping. How could I? Their voices are filling my heart with worry and nervousness. I know my father is not only inflicting pain on my mom's heart but how he loved hitting her as well. I can see the bruises from my mom's arm and some are from her knees.
Every bruise and pain were the result of my father hitting my mom. He's always doubtful to her in every little thing that my mom would do. He would always put malice to the way he would look at mom's gestures towards her work ethics. For him, she is doing other things; beyond her excuses for business meetings and conferences.
***end of flashback***
I can't help but to remember what happened from the previous months.
He's always putting all the blame on my mom to cover his own imperfections. My mom was the best person I ever had. Despite of the hardships and struggles that are happening to their married life as a couple, she will always make me look at the positive side of life. They've had countless fights but my mom always smiles at me as she would remind me that this world is a colorful place to live in.
I'm surprised a bit when he gazed at the area to where I am right now. His face became serious. Did he see me? I looked in a different direction. That look still intimidates me. I decided to start the engine and drive away as fast as I can, leaving that place. I will always come back and think of possible ways on how to get even.
If there's someone in the world that I can never forgive, it will be him.
Rebecca's POVI am driving along the coastal road ten meters away from our house. I always miss home after my mother's loss. I don't know how to start all over again. I can describe myself as a total mess without any direction to go.It's been months since I last visited this lonely road. I thought I'll never pass this way again but today, I found myself going back. Weird though, I don't even understand the reason why.A lot of things are messing in my mind right now, including the thoughts pursuing my dreams of becoming a successful lawyer in the future. I want to fight for her...protect her from someone who wanted to harm or even hurt her someday. I can't believe that my goals will only be a dream and will stay as it is, now that she's gone.The road seemed to be an endless way whenever I look forward. I glanced at the rear mirror of my car and I could see the scenery of the ocean. It was already
Gavin's POV"Looking for these?" I grinned, trying to tease her. I want to see her reaction after I saw that she's looking for her car keys like crazy. I can see that she's restless inside the car. I smiled and observed what she'll gonna do next.When she glanced beside her from where I am standing, she was shocked. I held out a chuckle. Man, I can't help it. Her reaction is priceless."Yes, can I have my keys please..." She looked at me as if she was never impressed with a guy before. She even folded her arms. Now, she's giving me a blank look that I find really weird. It's like a punch on my ego.When was the last time I was treated like this?This is not the usual treatment I get from girls. From what I used to know, they easily get so attracted to me with just a glimpse of an eye. I can see that she's simply different from them. Her reaction from the way she stared an
My feet brought me to the second floor. I decided to sleep inside my mom's room. I can still smell her scent everywhere. I don't want to touch her things and everything she owns in the basement. I want to feel her as if she's just sleeping beside me. I know I can be comforted by the warmth of her bed if I will do it. Laying down here feels like she is still hugging me even if her physical presence is gone already.I slowly got up and walk towards the window like I used to do when mom is still around. We used to appreciate the leaves slowly falling off the trees around the house. We even laughed at the sight of squirrels chasing each other for wallnuts that's scattered around the vicinity. All those simple things we're both happy about. It is a painful to know that my life will never be the same again without her.My knees started to lose its strength that I can't help but to lean on the window pane. Instead of bringing back good, old memo
Sheira's POVWhen I stepped into the house, I can feel the sadness that is seeping my senses.I pitied Rebecca. I understand her being miserable and I respect the coping mechanism she's showing. I always consider her for being a strong person and a trusted friend. I love her for being an "encourager" ever since I first met her. How it broke my heart to see her the first time being helpless and sad for the longest time. The drastic change happened after that car accident that caused the death of her mom.The silence is really deafening. When I twisted the doorknob, its obviously being left unlocked because she's expecting me to come any time. I can say she's probably sleeping inside her mother's room again, tired and exhausted about everything.I put two boxes of pizza on the dining table which is located just in front of her mom's room. When I look at her mom's room, she's standing in front of me.
"I'm glad you can still remember me." He grinned."Gavin, right?" I said in a straightforward manner. His smile widened as I say his name again.Why of course? Who can't remember someone who almost stole my car keys.His gaze is melting me deep down. Why am I having this kind of feeling every time I look into his eyes? I guess he's feeling happy because I can still remember him.“Yes, baby girl. The one and only…” He said as if we’re so close to each other. I just look at him. I honestly don’t know what to react. Of all the people that I will meet tonight, here in this place, why him?Baby girl? He's totally out of his mind."Will you tell me your name this time?" He politely offered one of his hand as if he wants to shake hands with me. Sheira's shoulder touched mine as she whispers, asking me who is the man I am talking with. She's not letting her gaze off Gavin, too.
"What?""You heard me, right? Or would you like me to say it again for you?" "Hi, Rebecca Dale." A lot of their classmates giggled as he called her full name. She blushed in an instant because of the attention he's giving her.She must admit then, that she didn't see it coming."Wow, girl, you already knew our transferee?" One of her curious seatmates asked her as she poked her arm. She just held her affected arm as she glared at her classmate who grinned at her maliciously.She didn't like it! Of all people she'll have to see, why should it be him?"Nope. Don't mind him.""Ouch, you're hurting my feelings baby girl." He said it boldly that made the whole class wild."Class, enough. Go back to your seats becaus
Rebecca's Revenge Chapter 8: Gavin's time
"Hi, Rebecca Dale." A lot of their classmates giggled as he called her full name. She blushed in an instant because of the attention he's giving her.She must admit then, that she didn't see it coming."Wow, girl, you already knew our transferee?" One of her curious seatmates asked her as she poked her arm. She just held her affected arm as she glared at her classmate who grinned at her maliciously.She didn't like it! Of all people she'll have to see, why should it be him?"Nope. Don't mind him.""Ouch, you're hurting my feelings baby girl." He said it boldly that made the whole class wild."Class, enough. Go back to your seats becaus
"You're just too good to be true...can't take my eyes off you, you feel like heaven to touch, oh I want to hold you so much..." He grinned as he started to strum his guitar. I can see that he's good at playing it and his voice is really clear and husky.I walked forward as I search where the sound isI glared and frowned at him as I opened the lights of our kitchen. However, when I saw an old woman very proud of what he's doing beside her, I started to wave my hand and did an awkward smile.The old woman waved back and smiled at me too. Is she his mom? I literally wanted to punch Gavin because of what he's doing right now. Serenading me and then getting a support system? My goodness he is not playing a fair game.I hurriedly went outside. The si