First They Killed My Father Novels & Stories

Bigla akong kinabahan nang makita ang ngising ‘yon pero malinaw sa mga mata nito ang galit. “You really want to know?” he asked as if securing my feelings. I swallowed the lump of my throat until slowly, I nodded. “She was killed by the most unexpected person...” He looked straight into my eyes. “She was killed by Henry Lauriel, your father.” This time, I felt like all the blood in my body got lost. My mind got lost, my whole system got lost. Maya-maya ay sunod-sunod akong umiling. “No... He can’t do that.”

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.

Mariin kong pinikit ko ang aking mga mata praying that he wont kill us. Mga ilang minutong katahimikan ang bumalot sa paligid ng hide out, Iyak lang ako ng iyak dahil sa pagod at gutom. Nararamdaman ko din ang sakit sa aking tiyan nagsisimula na akong kabahan para sa aking anak. Pag may mangyaring masama sa anak ko hinding hindi kita mapapatawad Lucas. You displace us. While I am praying, I heard a shot of gun. Napadilat ako sa aking mga mata ikaw naba ito Lucas? nabuhayan ako ng loob dahil sa putokan ng mga baril.

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.