Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Bled for Mom's Reality Show: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Three days ago, I was still at school, buried in final exams.Then my mom burst into the classroom, her makeup smeared and her face a mess, grabbing my hand and dragging me out without a word of explanation.She said the company went bankrupt and that they owed millions to loan sharks, and if the money was not paid back, those people would not bother with the law but would simply make us disappear.I believed her because she cried so hard it looked real, her hands shaking as if she could not control them.So we ran, hiding deep in the mountains, where for three straight days the rain poured down as if the sky split open.Ever since I drank the half bottle of water Mom gave me, my head felt heavy and foggy, like it was stuffed with wet cotton.The water tasted a little bitter, but she said it was spring water. I did not eat for two days. My vision kept doubling, shadows overlapping everything. My ears rang nonstop, and even the wind sounded like something screaming.We were hidin

I was the only one left, drifting in the freezing wind. Looking down at my lifeless body below, I felt nothing at all.…The helicopter slowly lifted into the air, carrying the celebrating crowd toward the luxury camp at the foot of the mountain.I was pulled along by some invisible force, drifting beside Harriet.She leaned back against a leather seat. Sitting next to her was her boyfriend, the producer of this show, Timothy Lloyd.Timothy held up an iPad, showing her the numbers, grinning from ear to ear."Harriet, you nailed it. The whole internet is calling you a 'tough love mom.' They're saying everything you did was for your kid's own good. Our company's stock is already up five percent after hours."Harriet slipped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek lightly, her smile calm and satisfied."Of course. Who do you think set this whole thing up? Audiences love stories like this, rich kids being forced to face reality. Elliot's too quiet, barely noticeable most o

"And, we found a shoe next to the airbags."The director froze for a second, then instinctively looked at Harriet.Harriet's face was dark as she drank in silence. The moment she heard that, she snatched the walkie-talkie, clearly annoyed."A shoe? What's the big deal? He left it there on purpose to scare me. That kid, so now he's trying to get back at me because I tricked him?"She shouted into the radio, "Keep searching. Expand the area. Even if he dug a hole and buried himself, you dig him out and bring him to me."She tossed the walkie-talkie aside and angrily loosened the collar of her shirt."Kids these days are full of tricks. Look at that. He even took off his shoe just to make me worry."She complained to Timothy, "This is what happens when a child isn't disciplined properly. When he gets back, I'm locking him in his room for a month."Timothy tried to calm her down while agreeing, "Seriously, Elliot's being ridiculous. He's not a kid anymore, still playing hide and se

Like a broken rag doll. My limbs were twisted, my whole body covered in blood. That "gloomy face" she always hated then looked pale, almost transparent.A sharp branch pierced straight through my chest, pinning me to the muddy ground beneath me.Rain kept hitting my face, but it could not wash away that dull, lifeless gray of death.Harriet stood there, completely still.Then suddenly, she laughed. "This prop looks so real."She stepped forward, crouched down, and reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek, slick with rain, my skin already cold and rigid, all elasticity gone.She kept smiling, but her eyes were empty, like hollow pits."Daniel, where did you get this prop? It's incredible, even the wound!"She reached toward the blood on my chest. "Why isn't the paint dry yet?"She rubbed harder, but the more she wiped, the more it spread, red smearing across her hands, thick, sticky, and warm, the metallic smell clinging stubbornly, even the rain unable to wash it awa

Harriet's fingers stilled on that line, and at last, tears began to fall, though whether they were real or just another performance for the police standing nearby, no one could tell.She kept flipping through the pages until she reached the very last one, written just that morning. The handwriting was messy, as if it was rushed down in a hurry.[They're catching up. Mom hurt her leg and can't run fast. If we really can't escape, I'll lead them away. I put all the money I have in this hidden pocket. It's only a few thousand, but I hope it can help Mom buy some food.][P.S. Mom, if I make it back alive this time, can you please stop buying me tomahawk steak? You always get that for me, but I'm actually allergic to red meat. Every time I eat it, I break out in rashes. I didn't have the heart to tell you because you always look so happy when you buy it. However, if I die saving you this time, I guess I won't need allergy medicine anymore, right?][Also, remember to get insurance. I sec