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Chapter Five

Author: Augustchick
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 19:33:56

Isabella’s POV

Shower? ✔️

Damit? ✔️

Tiyan? May laman na. Salamat sa sinigang.

At ako ngayon?

Fresh. Buhay. At ready na tumakbo. Literally.

Habang binubuhos ko ang conditioner sa buhok ko kanina, isang planong napakasimple ang buo sa isip ko:

Umalis.

Kahit saan. Basta palabas ng mansion na ‘to.

Wala silang binigay na relo, pero base sa liwanag, hapon na. Mas konti ang tao sa hallway kanina. Yung guard sa banyo? Bored na bored. Malamang antok na. And besides, sino ba namang iisip na may lakas pa akong tumakbo, diba?

Well, surprise. May extra energy ang gutom na napakain.

Sinimulan ko ang plano habang nagwawalis uli sa sala. Lina handed me another rag and told me to “lumipat ka doon sa bintana.” Sure. Windows. Perfect. That’s my exit, queen.

Nakita ko ang isang side ng sala—glass sliding door. May tanim-tanim pa sa labas. Di naman ganoon kataas yung fence kung talagang titingnan mo. Kaya ang ginawa ko, dahan-dahang lumapit habang kunwaring naglilinis.

Walis. Punasan. Isang hakbang palapit. Walis. Punasan. Isang hakbang pa.

Naririnig ko yung tunog ng mga heels ni Lina sa likod. Paalis siya. Tiningnan ko yung guard—nasa kabilang hallway. Good.

Hinga.

Dahan-dahan kong binuksan ang sliding door. Click. Swish.

Shet. Ang tahimik. Parang eksena sa pelikula.

Nakatapak na ako sa labas. Isang paa. Dalawa. Isang buntong-hininga na lang at—

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Nanlamig ang kaluluwa ko.

Literal.

Yung boses.

Malalim. Matalim. At sobrang lapit.

Dahan-dahan akong lumingon.

At ayun siya.

LANCE.

Nakatayo sa gilid ng hallway, naka-black ulit, may hawak pang tablet. Siguro nagche-check ng stocks ng shares ng impyerno. Nakatingin sa akin. Diretso. Walang galaw. Pero ‘yung mga mata niya? Parang sniper. Ready to shoot.

“Me?” sabay turo ko sa sarili ko. “Nag-stretch lang po ako. Vitamin D is important for bone health.”

Tahimik siya.

Umambang maglakad palapit.

Napakapit ako sa hawak kong basahan. “O baka akala mo tatakas ako? Hindi naman. Chine-check ko lang kung real ba ‘yung mga halaman. Fake plant ba ‘to? Kasi parang—”

“Get. Back. Inside.”

Bawat salita niya, parang ice cubes sa batok ko. Pero ayoko magmukhang talunan. Kaya ang ginawa ko?

Tumakbo ako.

Yup.

Tumakbo ako as if my life depended on it—which, by the way, it probably did.

Narinig ko agad yung sigaw niya sa likod. “Isabella!” Agad namang nagsilabasan ang mga guards.

Pero wala na akong pake. Bahala na si Batman. Kung kailangan kong mag-parkour sa bato o magtumbling sa garden, go. Basta makaalis.

“STOP!”

“NO THANKS!” sigaw ko pabalik.

Mali.

Mabilis siya.

As in, sobrang bilis.

Bago pa ako makatalon sa low fence—yes, nilusong ko na yung halamanan—may biglang humawak sa braso ko. Mabilis. Malakas.

SIYA.

Hinila niya ako pabalik. Napatili ako. Tapos napasandal ako sa wall. Ramdam ko ang tibok ng puso ko, parang drumline ng school fiesta.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” sigaw niya, mukhang ready na akong lunukin ng lupa.

“Sightseeing! Gardening! Vitamin D—sabi ko na nga ba di mo pinapakinggan eh!”

Lalo siyang nainis. Hindi ko na alam kung gusto niyang sigawan ako o i-pushup ako sa bato.

“You think this is funny?”

“No,” hingal ko. “I think this is desperate.”

“Do you want to die?”

“Not today,” sagot ko.

Napapikit siya. Tumalikod sandali, as if trying not to explode. Then he faced me again.

“You don’t try that again. Do you understand me?”

I nodded fast. Sobrang fast. Parang tambol ang ulo ko sa bilis.

“Say it.”

“I understand,” sabi ko. Mahina. Nanginginig. Pero may konting yabang pa rin. Kasi, girl, try lang ng try.

He leaned in again. Too close. Too intense.

“You have no idea how lucky you are that I didn’t shoot you.”

“For the record… I run pretty fast, right?”, pagbibiro ko.

Maling sagot.

Maling timing.

Boom.

Hinarap niya ako nang mas madiin, sabay hawak sa braso ko nang mas mahigpit. Hindi brutal, pero ramdam mong wala siyang pasensya.

“You think this is a game?!” singhal niya. “Let’s see how funny it is when you’re locked in a room you can’t even stand up in!”

“Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Bitawan mo na ako!”

Pero hindi niya ako pinansin. Tuloy-tuloy ang hila niya sa akin paakyat ng porch. I tried to resist, pero malakas siya. Ang mga hakbang niya buo, mabibigat. Ako? Kinakaladkad na parang batang nagpupumiglas.

“Pwede ba,” sabi ko, “wala bang due process dito?! I have rights!”

Hindi niya ako sinagot. Halatang galit. Jeez.

At dun ko naramdaman na may mali sa pag apak ko.

CRACK.

Muntik na akong madapa pero mahigpit ang hawak niya sa braso ko. Natisod pa rin ako.

OUCH! Hindi lang yata yung ankle ko ang nasprain, pati braso ko.

"TSK", inis niyang sabi at nagpatuloy sa pagkaladkad sa akin.

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