Lahat ng Kabanata ng She Was The Queen: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

At least here in the room, his temper fizzled out. He was so worked up about Linda and Greg that I wondered if they had a history. He assured me it was familial at most even though they weren't related. I believed him. Nothing outside of his passion raised alarm. Eventually, I'd have to accept that he cared for a lot of people, a lot of women who were not only me. He was a leader after all. But I would never make space for his side pieces.We'd come up here for a nap but then we started talking again. He told me everything about his inner workings. Slowly but surely he was becoming an open book.We were dosing off in each other's arms when something downstairs banged against the cupboard.His eyes shoot wide open. I gripped his arm and pinned him firmly to the bed and asked him to let me handle it. He tried to test me but I assured him he needed the rest more than I did. He made a guttural sound and rolled his eyes. Reluctant, he stayed in bed.In the hallway, banging fists on the cupb

TW: mentions of abortion and suicidal ideation.What if I finally die?That’s what I thought every day. Then I would stop being a burden to everyone and all the voices of the dead would finally shut up. I'd stop being a burden to myself. I would be better off with the Traga ancestors and, though they already plagued me day and night they would be the only voices. They won't be in my head anymore. I'd be a part of them. I'd ask Traga himself why he hated me so much. Why did he let me come into this world of rejection and shame? Incapable of love and passion.Nobody wanted to give me true love, not even my mother.This was when it all came rushing like a flood, overwhelming me and releasing formidable convulsive gasps.On the floor of my room, I coughed out angry sobs as I choked on every cough. Pain raced throughout my body, making me spaz around on the floor, fighting nothing but the air as I curled backwards. The daggers went into my back and heart.My stomach cringed as a migraine j

I pouted sadly at Yolanda, she was the first one I gave a hug and she whispered in my ear."I bet when we come back someone will be glowing."Then we both laughed."I'll be like the Sun," I joked.Although, I couldn't understand why she was obsessed with sex. Or even weirder, Khai and I having sex. She reeled back to give me a high five. Hannah followed, then Falcon then the rest. Yolanda gave me another, tighter hug and kissed my cheek."I'll miss you," she said."Me too."It would be incredibly quiet without her.When we were done, they loaded their packed bags from the house into the minibus, which I noticed was being driven by Walter. I waved at him and he waved back reverently.Khai and I stood on the porch, his arms around my shoulder, holding me tightly like I was about to escape. Edna sat in the front seat beside Walter and smiled at me."Don't do something I told you not to," Edna shouted.I laughed and Khai said we wouldn't. Hannah was the last one, carrying the rest of the

I could see Traga's face vaguely on her shoulder. She looked so small and delicate in that moment and all I had in my chest was regret. I wish I didn't go off into the woods and then I didn't return in a good mood.No one could bear this.Her eyes blinked slowly. This wasn't like the other nightmares, was it? I assumed it was intense due to what we saw in her village, Intiyago just stood there and we did nothing. I wasn't afraid but I knew that if I attacked him Kyle and Eddie would've too and they would either be dead or injured. Linda would never forgive me.Her hand never let go of mine as we sat in the darkness of my room. Moonlight pooled from the open window we both forgot to close, a gentle breeze swirled around the room and cold air filled my lungs, I was at ease. The whole day was such a nightmare. My mood went so low I couldn't bear being alive. I almost drowned myself in Freudian.All I felt was sorry but no apology could make up for the time we were supposed to spend toget

Steam rose to my face as I struggled to move the sticky egg from the hot pan. Khai giggled hysterically beside me as I finally sliced between the egg with the metal spatula."Turn it over already,” he said as I held it up.I slapped it back on the pan and it sizzled.It was right after dawn and we both had no sleep or fatigue. I watched it sizzle as Khai went to the kitchen stool."Coffee?" he asked.I shook my head remembering the bitter taste of the concoction. That thing was unpleasant but Khai drank gallons of it. He shrugged and went to the coffee maker. I turned the stove off as the egg turned brown. I slid it off the pan and onto a plate.He started making the coffee when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He answered and left the kitchen. I lit the stove and cracked another egg.I was terrible at this, it crumbled in my hand with some of the shell. I scrambled it all together in hot oil and flipped it over. A little eggshells never hurt anybody.We only had this day alone toget