Twaine's Point of View :I was happy to go home because it was finally okay. I have finally forgiven the person I first hated. I don't think I can do that despite what she did to me. "Ma'am, you look so happy! Only now have I seen you like that again." Manang immediately noticed me. I just smiled at her sweetly because what she was saying was true. I now believe that when you forgive you will finally get rid of the pain you feel, the resentment, and most of all you will be happy. I was destructed by the sudden ringing of my phone. I immediately shoved my cellphone into the shoulder bag I was carrying. "Mo—mommy! I-i need you here, I'm scared, Mommy!" My knees seemed to soften because of my daughter's pitiful voice. "Ba-baby, where are you? Where's your Daddy?" I almost cried when I asked her. But she had no answer, all I could hear was her sobbing until she was completely lost on the other line. I felt so uneasy because of the possibility that my daughter is in danger. Her voice,
Kyle's Point of View :It's been a year since the accident happened and it's still fresh to us. What if the plan I had made for her ended in disaster? I still thought that day was the best day for us. But like I said, I just thought. "Daddy, stop crying, Mommy will be sad." My daughter weaned me sadly. I just laughed because she stopped me from crying and then she cried too. "Daddy can't help it, Baby. I miss your mom, I miss her so much." I said as I stared at her intently. "Me too, Daddy, I miss her so much." "It's my fault Dad, maybe If I didn't scare her through calls she's still with us, right? I hate myself, Daddy!" She started hurting herself. She's blaming herself for her mom's sudden death. "Sssh, it's not your fault, Baby. It's not your fault, no one wants that to happen, okay?" I said to calm her down. "But—" "Don't be so stubborn, okay? Your mommy will be sad when you're like that." I get my handkerchief and wipe her tears. I pinch her nose to make her smile. "Oh—o
Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.—"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen-year-old girl sleeping softly in my bedroom."Hmmm. What the hell!"It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up."That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep."I don't want to go to school!" She said lazily."Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed."Just myself." She answered."Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid pisses me off."Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me."Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband, not your brother." She knows how to annoys me."But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out. "So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the
Kyle's Point of View :"I want an allowance!" Twaine suddenly appeared in front of me after she got dressed. "God, Twaine! comb your hair first! You look like a child!" I told her while shaking my head. "I'm still young! You're just old." She said philosophically. I glared at her. "Are you going to annoy me or I won't give your allowance? You choose." I told her. "Of course I was just joking. To be honest, you're the most handsome man I've ever met!" She's flattering me. Tsk. Before ruining my day, I took my wallet and gave her, her allowance for a week. After I gave it to her, she immediately left the house. I put her first because we can't be together, apart from ruining my job, Twaine will lose the freedom to choose the one she truly loves. I was twenty years old and a fresh graduate in college when our parents decided to marry us. Twaine had just graduated from Senior High School. She's only 15 during that time. We both didn’t want to get married to each other because Twain
Twaine's Point of View :I'm still restless because of what happened recently. Did Kyle see my naked body? "God! No!" I suddenly shouted here in my room. I hate those cockroaches, they ruined me. Why did I grow up afraid of just a little cockroach? Ugh! Kyle then saw my body. Yes, we're married, but even so! He shouldn’t have seen me naked. I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Kyle. I am 17 years old and a 2nd-year college student. Since I couldn’t accept what had happened earlier so I left my room and went to Kyle’s room. I threw stones at the door of his room and kicked him out of annoyance. "You bastard get out of there!" I shouted as the door of his room continued to slam. "What the hell is your problem, little girl?" He suddenly appeared in front of me so I stopped crashing into his room because he came from the kitchen. "Why did you peek at me?" I shouted at him while slapping his chest. "I didn't mean that. Go to your room and sleep—" "— so, you g
Twaine's Point of View :When I got to school I was so bored that's why sit in my chair frowning. "You look so annoyed—Uhm, is there something wrong?" Ana asked. "No. I just have a grudge." I answered. "What, why, who?" She asked. "Don't mind me." I just told to her. Because I'm not in the mood so Ana didn't ask me again. It's annoying that Jeremy is absent. Tsk! "Good morning class!" I was even more annoyed when I saw Kyle entered our classroom. "Good morning sir!" My classmates greeted him back. I’m not listening as he discussed, I’m not in the mood. I was also disgusted with his voice and face. Time passed and Kyle came out as well. Well, because I was hungry so I went to the cafeteria. I was shocked to see Kyle and Miss Roxanne laughing together. "Gross!" I whispered. I deliberately walked in front of them, but Kyle didn't look at me. His attention was focused on Roxanne. Because my mind was floating so I did not realize that I had collided with something."S-sorry—" I
Kyle's Point of View :"Flirty?" Her eyes began to water. I have seen so much pain in her eyes. It brought pain to me as well. "I am the flirty, now? Between us, does it me enjoying someone's company in school? Wow!" I was surprised to see her tears dripping one after another. I don't want to see her cry. Is what I said bad? I just didn't sleep last night because I was so worried about her, so it's normal for me to get angry. "—Kyle I fainted yesterday because of a headache and that man was the one who was there to save me! Because where are you? You're with someone else—right? I needed you so much yesterday, but you didn't show up!"I was guilty of the last thing she said before she finally entered her room. What did I do yesterday? Roxanne just invited me to come out, I thought she was just acting because the other day she was like that. But the cries she had earlier, I knew she wasn't pretending. I let her lock herself in her room first. I also decided not to come to school to
Twaine's Point of View :"I-I don't know about his resignation. Why did he resigned and since when?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked my friend. "Because of Miss Roxanne. You know the rules of the school, don't you? He's the one who sacrificed his job for Miss Roxanne." Because of what Ana said, my chest hurt even more. He could sacrifice his job just because of that woman. She's so lucky. "A-ana, you go in. I'll just talk to Kyle." I said to Ana. I didn't wait for her response, I immediately ran to look for Kyle. Because of whoever ran into me, the books I was carrying fell off. I didn't have time to pick them up so I just let them go. "Miss! Miss just wait, your books!" I didn't realize that the one who hit me was chasing me. Turning around, I immediately saw who it was. It's Clyde. "Give me that!" I just grabbed the books he handed me and I continued running again. "Wow! Thank you!" He said sarcastically. I turned to him and voluntarily thanked him. "T-thank you—" "S