Never in my life have I ever felt so jealous of someone whom I was meeting for the first time, someone whom I practically didn't know. She was strutting majestically behind him, and in that moment, Marcelo just seemed so small next to the woman, and the way she walked made it obvious that she didn't give a shit about anybody, and probably wouldn't give a shit about me. Even though it wasn't in any way breezy, her blonde hair was floating in the air, accentuating in height with each step, like a bouncing ball. The very sight of her made me chronically ill. “ Daddy”, Diamo called out, running to his father as he picked him up. “ Oh, buddy”, he said, placing little kisses on his son's face. Great, I was practically invisible. No problem, go on, just forget that I ever existed. He looked at me with a particular expression that I couldn't read, or at least I wasn't paying attention because I thought that the gorgeous lady walking behind him will stop and I would hear
Angelo's POV I stabbed the plate of pasta I was eating from, feeling the rage in my body rekindling. My mind had been playing dirty tricks on me ever since the encounter with Marcelo the other day. “ Bull shit. That's what you're full of”, his words rang in my ears, his voice raised in that subtle simpleton disgust that I remembered. I shook my head in an attempt to get the thoughts off my head. “ Do you have lice on your hair?” Alberto asked, holding a nail polish. “ What? Of course not. Why would you even ask?” “ I mean, you were shaking your head just the exact same way that my sister shook her head when she got lice”, he sat down with me at the dining table, but on the other side. “ And that's why you thought I had lice?” “ Mmhm, and I know that even if you had, you wouldn't tell me, so please, I have to protect myself. Prevention is better than cure”, he said and I scoffed. I tried to at least eat half of the pasta on my plate as Alberto began a full scale ma
Marcelo's POV “ That the trial should be a closed door trial”, Hilarion said firmly, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “ You want a closed door trial? Okay, no problem, but that favor is hardly impossible to grant”, Angelo said. “ But I thought that the judge presiding over the case is usually the one to decide whether or not the trial will be an open door or closed door?” I chipped in, hoping to let Hilarion have his way. “ Yes”, he responded, “ but that is only if we the plaintiff and the defendant agree on that. If the defendant disagrees, then we can't help it”, his eyes stayed on me, and for a second I almost drown in his ocean blue eyes. “ And given the fact that this case is somewhat of a scandal which the public is so interested in, I even doubt that the judge will agree to have a closed door trial”, Angelo's assistant or whatever he was, interfered. “ Exactly”, Angelo interjected, “ the judge wouldn't want the journalists and the expectant crowd to go against h
There was a particular saying that many are mad, but few are roaming. I so much agreed with the saying because I was really sure that Alberto was part of the many mad people who were not roaming, unlike the few who were. “ What does that even mean?” I asked, still unable to precisely break down and comprehend what he meant by his words. “ That I do not want the audio to be used in court as evidence, that is what it means”, he retorted, instantly making me realize that he was part of the many who were mad but were not roaming. In fact, his madness outweighed that of Alberto. “ Okay, okay, calm down”, I said to myself, realizing that I was already standing on my feet without even realizing it, “ when dealing with mad people, especially those who don't really look mad, you have to take things slowly, unless they snap and attack”. I took in slow breaths, trying to calm myself. “ Okay. You don't want to use the audio record as evidence in court? No problem. Absolutely no pro
“ She got out the knife and……..and………… she threatened me”, his tears increased, “ she held me by the neck and threatened me. She promised to stab me there if I didn't comply, and even if I were to survive the stab wound, she promised to make my life miserable. She promised to make sure that I never graduate, that I would never be in favour with any other professor”. He paused again, and as if on cue, we all allowed him to pull himself together. “ It's okay Hilarion, it's okay”, I said, tapping his hand to calm him down. “ Thought she was going to kill me. I really thought that she was going to kill me”, he said, his eyes looking into mine for consolation. “ She didn't, okay, she didn't, it's okay”, I said to him, still trying to calm him down. “ What did she do next?” Stiles asked. “ She …………..she used the knife to cut off my clothing. Ever piece of clothing on me, she cut it off, and ……then….she….”, his air gulps returned, “ she forced me to lie down on the floor. She was
Blank. That was the look on his face. A completely blank expression. He didn't look surprised, neither did he look sympathetic or disgusted, and that just threw me off my feet. I wasn't that important, was I? Revealing such a delicate information about myself meant nothing to him. I meant nothing to him, so much that he couldn't bother himself to feel anything for me, whether disgust or surprise or anything at all, and that hurt me, so so badly. It would have been much better if he had seemed disgusted. “ Um……… yes, I was sexually violated”, I said to the boy, taking my mind off of Marcelo. “ You were?” Stiles asked, “ but you never said so”. “ Because you never asked”, I said calmly, “ now, back to you Hilarion, we need your help to help you. I know you must find it burdensome, even tiring, but it is the only way that we can get the evidence we need to duly punish that teacher of yours for what she did to you. And if you comply, not only will you be punishing her, you will a