All Chapters of Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste Of Your Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After the incident of splashing water on Leanna's face, she never left me in peace. I expected she’d take revenge, and sure enough, she confronted me the next day when we were alone. The typical Leanna— a vengeful and wicked bitch who would attack and confront whenever she got a chance. We fought, and it got physical. Leanna splashed me with water while I was in bed. I fought back, but she was so angry she slapped me and hit me with anything she could grab. Concerned maids intervened when they heard the commotion. Leanna yelled and cursed at them. It was the weekend at that time and my father was at work while Chelsea had taken Allyssa out. The maids are aware about our frequent fights over the years; they always stepped in when things got physical. After that fight, Leanna constantly provoked me. Sometimes, she'd raid my room to insult me; sometimes I ignored her, but most of the time I had to fight back because she was too aggressive. Chelsea had caught us twice and as usual, she s

On the way home, my father's silence was unsettling. Surprisingly, he didn't scold me, but his refusal to discuss it, even after my denials about the drugs, hurt more. He didn't believe me; I felt it. I went inside, sulking, on the verge of tears. I went to the pool area to calm down, but Leanna was there talking on the phone while giggling. It infuriated me; I bet Phyllis and Tricia were already gossiping. To avoid Leanna, I went to the garden and sat on the hammock. There, I cried, releasing my anger and resentment. It's ironic I have bad memories near that spot and thinking about it made me cry even harder.Everything crumbled. My dreams and plans for school were shattered. No one seems to believe and stand for me. I f*el so alone. Volleyball was my passion, and that scholarship was important to me. Not that my Dad cannot afford my tuition f*e but the scholarship mattered so much to me. It is a matter of pride and accomplishment, something I can be proud of. Because of wrong accu

The Tamayos' home wasn't large or spacious; it was simple, but their warm welcome was deeply moving. I shared a room with Jimena and the latter seemed very excited at first when she found out she will have a roommate. Jimena's sweetness and cheerful disposition made it easy for us to become friends quickly.Days passed and I somehow found peace and happiness in Santa Lucia. I never thought I would enjoy living in the province. The Tamayos are a generous and joyful family; they felt like a real family, more so than my own. Aunt Eleanor was working as a head nurse in the public hospital in the town. She was a fifty-five-year-old widow and very respected in her profession in Santa Lucia. Her husband died during the fight against the terrorist in the South two years ago. According to her, the government sent hundreds of soldiers on the mission and her husband was one of the unfortunate soldiers who died during the battle. She had two children who are Inigo, a policeman who's assigned to t

As soon as my father agreed to my stay in Santa Lucia, he and Aunt Eleanor discussed the school I would attend, and my father eagerly asked many questions about its safety and educational quality. The older woman carefully answered all his questions and promised to inform him of any problems. He also said he would send me a monthly allowance to support my studies and arrange for someone to look after me. Finally, I could stay and study in Santa Lucia. Before leaving, my dad apologized and thanked Aunt Eleanor profusely, acknowledging and appreciating her kindness. After all, I owe this peace and renewed inspiration to her, so my father really needed to thank her.Days passed smoothly, and things went according to plan. As intended, I enrolled at Santa Lucia University and continued my unfinished semester. Jimena readily helped me with the necessary paperwork, which is why I was easily accepted. I met a new set of friends, classmates, and experienced a new environment. I have to admi

"I'm sure lots of guys at your school are dying to date you," Inigo said, pulling me from my deep thoughts."Some try, but no one really catches my attention. Well, I had this crush, a varsity player. He was so good at playing football but he already has a girlfriend so it's a major turn-off. Being the third wheel is not in my vocabulary. It's nothing serious, you know." I was referring to Jason Castro. The guy's in his fourth year of Architecture and the Team Captain of the football team at our University. A lot of girls on campus are crushing on him because he's not only smart and handsome, he was kind and humble too. "Unlucky him, he won't stand a chance.""Why are we talking about me? How about you? Aren't you dating a girl right now?""No, not really. I usually meet girls through friends. They introduced me to some women, we hung around and used to date for quite some time but we never got serious— just for fun, you know...""Wow! So you're saying you were seeing different w