Novel & Cerita First They Killed My Father

And all these years, I took it all in, kasi sinisisi ko rin sarili ko sa pagkamatay ng Dad ko, and I still do. When I was seven, my father got hit by a bus trying to save me. Kasi nag-aya ako na mag-mall. My father, the firstborn ng mga Bellanova, the man who was able to do it all. I wish it was just my mother who blamed me for his death, pero everyone with the Bellanova name did. He was a good father, a great husband, an amazing businessman, so why did he throw his life away for such a worthless daughter? Finally, I’m going to be free from this hell.

“I’ve done terrible things, things you wouldn't imagine I can do. I am not the same man you fell in love with.” “Ano bang sinasabi mo? Don't do this to me, Clark. Pagod na pagod na akong maiwan. Palagi na lang akong walang alam. Tell me, what did you do?” Matagal siyang tumitig sa akin bago sumagot, “I…. I killed my Dad.” Naitakip ko ang palad sa bibig ko, “What?”

Kumikinang ang ginto nitong ngipin habang papalapit ito sa amin. "Leah," My father called me so I immediately kneeled down. Yumuko rin ako upang magbigay galang. "I came back alive, father. Mission complete." He's the boss of our mafia organization, Crystal Afreets'. I called him father, I was born to obey him and I was born to prey on him. I have no memories about my childhood, especially about my parents. But I'm sure, Geraldo Pelatrosa is not my biological father.

Kaya siguradong nahihirapan si Daddy sa sitwasyon nila. Kumuha ulit ako ng isa at this time ay napaluha na ako sa nabasa ko. Parang piniga ang puso ko sa nabasa ko. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang emosyon niya sa pagsulat nito. I killed someone today. I didn't want to do it, but my dad insisted. I became a murderer. I don't want to be a murderer. I don't want to kill anyone, they don't deserve it. This is the day where I let my hands get dirty.

I am hoping na hindi totoo ang nasa isipan ko. “Yes ate, my dad killed his brother. My father killed your parents and I am so sorry.”

"Don't, please... You can't do that. Anak mo siya... Please, don't!" "Once upon a time in London, I killed my unborn child," ngumisi ito. "I stabbed myself so he would die." "What?" Halos hindi iyon lumabas sa bibig niya, she was too shocked for words. "Yeah, you heard it right, Hannah... But before that, i killed his father first." Tumawa ito na parang nakakatawang bagay ang sinasabi nito samantalang siya ay kinikilabutan sa mga lumalabas sa bibig nito. "And then I dug his grave and buried him. He caught his last breath under the ground."

Madali lang sa kaniya ang pumatay at ang katulad kong alipin nila ay walang saysay ang buhay. "It was there fault in the first place... Dad just took what they took from him." Sagot nito habang nakatitig pa rin sa akin. "Yes, your Dad took my parents life... Were their lives his in the first place? NOT!" hindi ko napigilan ang pagtaas ng aking boses habang ramdam ko ang pag-iinit ng aking mga mata. Huli na nang mapansin kong tumutulo na ang aking mga luha at tuluyan na ngang sumabog ang aking emosyon. "If you want to kill me for talking back at you now, then do it!... If you think na natatakot ako sa kamatayan, hindi... Honestly, I've been waiting for it to happen... 'Cause I despise living

I want to sink a good half-bottle right now as I remember that day when I thought that I could have lost her forever. Hindi ko mapapatawad ang aking sarili kung may mangyaring masama kay Aaliyah. Lalo na ngayon na alam kong magkaka-anak na kami. Kahit isang minuto ayaw kong mawala sila sa isipan ko. Hindi ko makakalimutan kung paano nanginig ang buo kong katawan habang tumatakbo upang tingnan kung sino ang nahulog sa building. My eyes widened in fear when I saw Aaliyah’s father lying dead. Blood crawls around him. I turned around to see my sister standing, her eyes full of anger. She killed Aaliyah’s father, my vision turned red and all I can remember was me attacking my sister. She fought b

Ang platinum blonde niyang buhok ang unang dumaan sa paningin ko. Sinipat niya ang bahid ng dugo at putik sa mga braso ko, ang tingin niya malamig, halos klinikal. “It was going to happen sooner or later,” basag niya sa katahimikan. “Your father was careless. He should have killed the boy five years ago. Do you know what happens when you don’t kill roaches?” Tumingin siya sa akin, walang bahid ng emosyon. “They breed.”

Wala man lang pagkagulat sa itsura ng ama ko. Lumilipad ang isip ko habang nagmamaneho. Unang beses sa buhay ko na nakakita ako ng direktang pinatay na tao. Fuck. This will hunt me for the rest of my life. That man was tied. Ang mga kamay no'n ay nakatali sa likod, humihingi ng paumanhin. Sa itsura ng lalaki ay napakataas ng tingin no'n kay Dad. He was begging my father to spare him and give him another chance. And that sound of the gun almost killed my entire system. Nausal ko kaagad ang salitang Daddy.