Chapter 1 Promises are meant to be broken

The house is chaotic, and it seems like nobody lives there. I'm always not around, only gone home to sleep, then rise again to leave.

Yes, my unit is here in Makati, where I have stayed for almost three years since I graduated in the Business Management course.

We are in the industry of clothing and manufacturing. I desperately wanted to live independently and separate from my parents, so at 20, I worked hard to get away from them. At first, they were against it, but they couldn't control me either.

It's challenging to stay with them, having big expectations from me, especially since I'm their only child. Wanting me to manage our business, get married on time, and give them grandchildren.

Unfortunately, I can't provide it, being a lesbian and still in the closet. When I was young, there was something strange about me. I'm more okay with women than men and even end up in a fight when talking to them.

I disregarded the fact until I met Billy in high school and felt love at first sight. Her beauty blew me away at the beginning of the class.

She was the talk of the campus for being gorgeous. We were seatmates, then soon became close as I always helped her in some of our academics.

We began to hang out most frequently. Despite being often scolded and summoned to the principal's office, knowing all Billy's nonsense, she still skips classes to go with her boyfriend.

One time, I caught them in the act in the old stock room of our school. Billy moaned, grinding on top of her man, fully naked. Since then, I've struggled, dealing with my first heartache and being forced to handle it on my own, trapped in one-sided love.

Of all the people, she's the only one who knows me and frees me to move when I'm with her.

I still remember just the two of us in her room after doing our homework as she suddenly kissed me out of nowhere.

That was my first. Then, afterward, she became aggressive when my true feelings were being unleashed by uncontrolled lust and flirting, but only for having fun.

Billy is ready for everything, experimenting with things, even emotions. I can't count how many times we had sex.

I'm always there to support her. Every time she's resentful, we end up omnipresent, going on road trips, out of town, skipping pressures in studying.

That way, she could forget her problems. Billy grew up in the care of her grandfather. They have good business, so their lifestyle is pretty much stable.

We are more than friends but not into a relationship, with no commitment like other normal couples.

My world revolves around her, feeling nothing without her. Billy is idle to do anything she wants without my consent, but whenever things get worse, she'll come here in the condo, get drunk, cry all night, and then, as usual, something between us might happen.

According to that kind of setup, despite being hurt, perhaps because I love her, even if she doesn't love me back the way I used to. We randomly had sex, especially when she recently separated from her boyfriend, was hurt, and wasn't okay.

Sex became her escape, too, and her struggles were so unique on my part because I could be with her sometimes.

[Ally Point of View]

Today is shady, like Dad and I are arguing again. Since Mom died, we hadn't gotten along, and it got worse when my older brother followed.

Not because he's my Dad, he can decide for me and my future. How Am I supposed to marry a person I don't even know? After my brother died, I felt like all the responsibility for the company was on my shoulders.

"That's my final decision, Ally," Dad says hesitantly.

In a rage, I grabbed my bag and car key as I left and went to the bar, hoping to ease the pain. I was wearing my usual outfit, a fitted shirt and jeans, with my sneakers as my hair-free.

[Hannah's Point of View]

My condo is not huge but beautiful, and it is nice when cleaned. There is a living room, kitchen, and dining. This spot on the balcony where you can see the alluring view of Makati. I drink alone or with Billy, smoke, and even get sex on the area. It serves as her 2nd home.

She barely stays in her house and mostly spends time here when being torn apart like shit.

I watched vlogs in my free time and spent my day here in the house, designing a new dress style and cooking new dishes gathered from the internet rather than roaming around.

I haven't had a boyfriend since birth, though many want to court. They were busted immediately, and even just planning to court was already rejected.

I do find men attractive; I am just not attracted to them. I have male friends, but only a few, and they are often gay.

I'm not ugly nor super pretty either, but I have appeal, am witty, have a sense of humor, and am not only beautiful, being lesbian but wearing skirts, shorts, and daring clothes, and I'm still a virgin, take note with men, not on women.

I tried to reach out to Billy, but she's not answering my calls. We have planned today.

"Hannah, I'm so sorry, but I can't make it tonight. I promise I will make it up to you next time. An emergency came up suddenly." that's what she sent me.

I knew she wouldn't come. She should have just told the truth that she was somewhere with her boyfriend rather than making an excuse.

That's better than expecting her to show up. It's a good thing I haven't cooked yet, or it will spoil and be thrown in the garbage as she does to me.

"You should have told me earlier, Billy. How irresponsible you are. You always do this shit whenever you like. You shouldn't promise if you didn't do it either." I throw my phone on the bed as I send it to her. My cheek is reddish as turmoil up.

"Hannah, try to be considerate. I told you something came up," she chatted. I pouted, teary eyes as my plan got ruined, devastated.

"You are always like that. Better not to promise anything," I chat with an angry emoji.

"Whatever you say, Hannah, grow up," she chatted with cry emoji.

We promised to celebrate our friendship anniversary, yet this will be the outcome, making me feel bad.

Instead of sulking alone, I'd better go out and have a drink, wearing one of my designed t-shirts with crazy love on it printed paired with a maroon skirt and black doll shoes without socks.

I put light makeup on my face to hide my upset while my hair was tied up, looking strong, then slumped the door as I went out.