Raviora's Point of View I can’t explain what I’m feeling. Maybe Leandro was right that he had a girlfriend. Good thing that she didn’t see me having a video call inside the bathroom with his boyfriend! Who wouldn’t do that? She might see me in the tub, naked. She’d think the other way around! My face heated. Not because I got shy or shocked or what. It’s because I am angry and the fact that he lied to me. He had a girlfriend, yet I’m here, imprisoned and couldn’t go out. To restrain myself from thinking inappropriate things, I stood up and took a bath completely. Instead of choosing the hot water, the cold one drips down my body. I tried recalibrating my mind while having a cold bath, but nothing happened. Still the same. Couldn’t function. I stayed up all night that day. Thinking possible things might happen. However, a scenario flashed in my head, infuriating and blood boiling. As far as I can remember, I stayed up all night thinking and waiting for another call but nothing oc
Raviora's Point of View “At the airport, miss.” He answered.My eyebrow furrowed. Did Adam arrive already? Because as far as I know, the airport will be hours away from our current location. “But you told me earlier he’ll come home any minute before we left?” I asked, a bit confused. Maxwell lifted his hands and put his elbows on the window while his left hand was on his chin while the other one was on the steering wheel. “His flight was delayed. No one will come and pick them up.” I sighed. “How long are we gonna wait?” “I’m uncertain about it. Let’s just see.” I crossed my arms while inside. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled to my social media. There’s no important has happened for the past few weeks. I stopped using social media. The only phone number I got among my friends is Tori’s. Right, why the hell didn’t I get their numbers so we could call right away anytime? Sometimes, I really hate myself for being stupid. Francisco and Roman, on the other hand,
Raviora's Point of View He’s right. He was the one who paid for it, but I don’t want to ask him to eat with me or give him even just a bite. Instead of keeping quiet, I spoke. “Do you want some?” “No.” See? “But I was the one who paid for it. You should be asking me whether I like it or not.” I rolled my eyes. His eyebrow shot up. “I’ll pay you back. Don’t worry.”Adam tilted his head cockily, “Pay me using my own money?” He said sarcastically. Oh, he’s right. All the money I have right now is his. Right, you got a point there. He gave me ten thousand pesos before he left, but almost nine thousand are still left. I don’t indulge in idle things, that’s why I still have the money. Also, I barely go outside during the week. “You’re supposedly dining with Andrea. Why are you here?” I asked, changing the topic. Adam gave me a stern look. “She went home already.” The taste of sweet cake I once liked became bitter to me. “Uh-huh,”“Why are you here?” A bitter tone came out of my mou
Raviora’s Point of View My biggest problem is poverty. For me, I grew up not having either of my parents. I was just two years old when my parents died. Grandpa always says I should always be practical. “W-What’s the problem again now, Doc?” I asked worriedly. I was panting in front of the Doctor because I ran from the entrance to my Grandpa’s room. The Doctor sighed as he looked at me. “He will not last long...”“No! No! There should be a way, right?” I disagreed, and my voice broke. “I told you months ago he should’ve accepted the treat–” I started panicking. “D-Doc... I’ll do anything. Please c-continue my Grandpa’s m-medications...” “His bill is now in the hundred thousand, Miss. Nearly a million. How long are you going to bear it? And he already signed a DNR form... Didn't he inform you?” He informed me using his most concerned way. My world tore apart. A DNR... What? No! It couldn’t be. He’s precious to me, and I should do everything to continue his medications! I know Gr
Raviora’s Point of View The moment I went out of that building, I could feel my knees tremble. I told the loan sharks they should hurry cause I need it right away. I went to our house and rested. I feel drained right now. My mind couldn’t take it. I heaved a sigh. When I was young, grandpa always told me I should know how to live independently because he knows he’ll get old and as time goes by, he’ll be gone. I’m the only one left living in this house alone.I feel sticky. Haven’t bathed myself for a while. The restaurant where I usually work gets a lot of customers now and in some ways it’s all because of me. That I am pretty... I can attract men because of my beauty. I stood up and looked at the mirror. My smooth long jet black hair, pale and creamy white skin, pointed nose and pinkish lips. Looking in the mirror wasn’t really a cup of my tea. I don’t even recognize it whenever I look into it. Some say I am indeed pretty. There’s even a customer I can’t forget who offered if I
Raviora’s Point of View “Four bottles of beer for table fifteen, please!” One customer said. “Right away, Sir!” I replied. From here on the table I am cleaning, I immediately fixed all the mess and placed the plates above my tray. I smiled at some of our customers. It’s actually a resto bar where some of our clients are adults and want to drink beer even if it’s still lunch. My workmate, Ada, lent me four bottles of beer the moment I passed the trays full of plates and more utensils inside. She smiled at me and I did the same. This is my usual routine every day. Waking up in the morning, working, going home and vice versa. I am still mourning, yes, but I still made it up for everything while I mourn.“Thanks,” the man said. “You’re welcome, Sir.”Successive entries of customers entered. I showed them a big smile before leading the way to their seats. Both of them are couples. I can see that the girl is holding a bouquet of red roses. The girl is wearing a jacket and I am wonde
Raviora’s Point of View My mouth formed into an awe when I saw Francisco smirking at me as he was sitting on our sofa like a damn frog prince. “Do you always come home late?” He asked, smirking. I wasn’t sure about what’s going on. Is it because of the money I borrowed from him? Oh damn! His men are all over my house! Some opened my fridge, and some went upstairs. Are they serious? It's trespassing! My knees started trembling. I gripped at the bag I was carrying tightly. “W-Why are you here...?” Francisco turned his look on me. “Did you forget our deal already? I’ll claim the money you borrow whenever I want to.” “But a week hasn’t passed yet!” I stormed, looking so pissed and problematic about what’s happening. He touched my grandpa and I’s picture frame above the table beside. Our house isn’t that big. It’s a small two-storey house. This was built years ago and grandpa bought it as our home. “And so?” “And so?!” I repeated his question. Unbelievable! “That fast?!” His exp
Raviora’s Point of View “Was it true?” The man in front of us said and his cold, manly and deep baritone voice lingered on my ears. It feels hot. Fuck. The entire office became silent. No one dared to talk. I saw how his dark eyes drifted on me first. For a moment, I felt my heart beat double its phase. My heart pounded when he slowly walked towards Francisco and his men. “I won’t let my men kill you unless...” He stopped, then looked at me. Francisco gulped as he looked at him. “U-Unless what, Adam?” Adam. His name is Adam. How hot. I cringed because of my thoughts. Goodness gracious, Raviora! You’re in the middle of a mess. Harassed and kidnapped. Dangerous men are in front of you, yet you still think the Adamguy is hot? How pathetic! Adam looked at his men beside him. He nodded, and the man hurried towards me. “W-What are yo–” I cut my self off when I saw him pull out a dagger inside his pocket. The man ordered by Adam released me. My eyes drifted off my hands and my arm