To Love and Avenge

Chapter 28

Morning came and I need to go home now.

After pissing Dauis last night, he would have gone home annoyed and might want to cancel the wedding.

It is my way of telling him that I am not easy to order around. He must learn that from now. And he must get used to it.

Riding my fav bike has renewed me a little. Fresh air from the morning breeze freshened up my weary mind.

Thinking about now, of how I can freely do things without any hesitation and retribution, I am wondering what it would be for me after I got married.

Speeding fast for home, I decided to take a detour, since it was still too early, I speed in the opposite direction.

I went over to the mountainside at such a high speed. Doing so is called freedom for me. I need to be on the mountain top before sunrise. The scenery wasn’t new to me, but I always had the urge to do so after motorbiking.

I reached the top in no time.

The sun is starting to immerge. This scenery reminds me of mom too. It was when mom first took me for a ride on her motorbike and brought me here.

I smiled at the memory and was surprised to realize that it doesn't hurt that much anymore.

I guess I am starting to move on, but that doesn't change the fact that I should still seek her justice.

I slumped on the edge of the pavement as I was staring closely at the now rising sun. I thought to myself…

‘Why haven't I realized that the sun always shines in the east and sets in the west, not either way?’

‘That was because I was always facing west. Difficulties in our lives sometimes make us blind when we are acquainted with anger and resentment. Where what we could only see was always a silver lining of dark gray.’

It was still painful. Yes, it never did go away, only that I started to feel it less and more tolerable this time. The burden was now weighing not just like before, so I assume that it would be my start.

I was so deep in thought when my cellular phone started to ring.

“Morning Dad.” I greeted him.

“Good morning, you sound different,” he asked me in confusion.

“Maybe because I am starting a new day,” I responded while smiling.

“ It’s good to be here. Where are you?” the joy in his voice upon hearing me was very audible to me.

“Uh, let me guess… the wind is gushing, Westling strongly. Are you by the bay?”

I laughed at him. “Does the sea breeze only carry such wind?”

“Where else then?” he asked playfully.

“I am almost at the top of the world, dad. Almost.”

“How far are you from home then?” I could sense that he started to worry. Dad has always been like this to me.

“Very far dad, but don’t worry. I will be home later.”

“Be sure to take good care of yourself, okay?”

Okay dad, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, always. Stay away from danger. Could you do it for dad?”

Fathers could sometimes tend to be clingy.

I giggle at what he says.

“Sure thing dad, bye.” with that, I shoved back my phone at my leather jacket. This was from Daven too. I sure knew that since I was young, he had been spoiling me with his generosity.

He barely spoke-a man of few words to be exact. He doesn't interact if he doesn’t need to. He was just like a shock absorber. He always listens and barely complains.

Allen, on the other hand, spoiled me with his attention. I was so lucky that I had them despite everything.

After like an hour, I stood up. Preparing my helmet and other protective gear, the engine roared into life.

Stepping on the accelerator, I speed away, leaving my doubts behind.

I remember someone told me that I drove crazily. Indeed, this is the definition of fun for me.

After an hour of driving at a very high speed, the streets still aren't as busy as it was an hour earlier than the rush hour. Thanks to the shortcut roads. It was stiff, pecky, and very curvy, but it will help me save time. Only very few choose to pass by here because, aside from those, it was very deserted. I reached home in no time.

It was so quiet that I assumed that they were in their respective rooms, except, I guess, for Daven. I walked directly to the kitchen to drink a glass of water to quench my thirst. Only then do I see dad, sitting with his coffee on the table and a newspaper in hand. This has always been his morning routine.

“Hi Dad,” I greeted him.

He folds back his newspaper and I come to kiss him.

“Hi there, where have you been all night?”

“I was with my friend.”

“That’s good, you should enjoy it sometimes. Come join me here.” he invited me.

“Yes dad, later, I’ll go and change first,” I said and walked to my room.

Upon opening the door, there, I was greeted by such a sight.

Was I tricked by my own eyes? A demigod was lying on my bed. This must be crazy. I thought to myself.

Staring closely at the view and inspecting his very physique, admiring every part of it. Lying in a prone position, topless, whose muscles shouting proudly. He sure is well-toned. Every woman would probably seek its attention. And oh, he was wearing nothing except that boxer. I was wondering how it feels being under such an embrace, under those strong and very lean muscles. It sure is heaven I guess, when he suddenly moved.

Right then and there, my illusions flew away through the window. I was snapped back to reality. Replaced by annoyance.

How come I did not recognize him immediately, to think that I was dazzled by the sight. I close my eyes… ‘how shameful of you Ale, you even fantasize about him. I scolded myself. Only then did I open my eyes and was greeted by his smirking face. More of mocking me. Our eyes met, but none of us resigned.

“Satisfied by the sight?” He asked, arching his brows.

The nerve, he didn't even bother to cover himself with the quilt. My inner self was debating whether to look away or not, but if I did so, wouldn't it be an admission?”

“You sure think highly of yourself.”

“How would I know? You’ve been staring there quite an amount of time. Your thoughts may be wandering around.” I said teasingly.

This man is indeed full of himself.

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked instead. Changing the topic, but I was not moving my eyes away from him.

He sat up at the bedside. I followed his every movement. Studying carefully how he gracefully moves around. Very refined.

“I was waiting for my future wife to come home since she decided to leave me behind and have me wait here, but never come back in time.”

Oh, how thoughtful of you. You must be tired then.” I said sarcastically.

He shrugged and said.

“Restless and sleepless.”

“You’re starting to nag.”

“I'm not, believe me, you told me to wait but you never came, yet I still wait. That’s what a husband does to his wife. Which part of it became a nagger to you?” he asks.

“Where have you been?” he continued to ask.

“I told you already, I was with my friend. I got drunk so I wasn’t able to go home.”

“You could have just called me,”

“I'm fine, as you can see. I can very well handle myself. I don't need somebody to pick me up whenever I go.” I responded irritatedly.

“For god's sake ALe, you’re a woman—”

Who doesn't need a man? I angrily responded to the side of my mind.

“Okay, okay. Now dress and wait for me downstairs. We’ll talk about whatever it was that we need to discuss.”

“No. we’ll talk here..” he demanded.

“Please Dauis, I don't want to spoil my day–”

“I insist,” he said as he lay back down.

Before my temper went out of hand, in order to suppress it, I ran through the bathroom and locked myself there.

He has made it his habit to torment me this way. Is he even human?

Out of anger, I strip off my clothes and angrily throw them in the hamper.

I just always know that with him around, my day will always end up miserable, and he will always end either smiling or laughing triumphantly.

Climbing up the tub, I lay there and submerged myself fully under the water.

holding my breath like I was holding my anger. This way, it will lessen the tension. Staying in the water for almost 5 minutes has always been easy for me, even longer than that.

I closed my eyes while I started to slowly relax when, suddenly, two strong arms grabbed me from within. My eyes flutter in fury at the disturbance he caused.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked furiously, not minding my nakedness.

"Are you trying to drown yourself? Ale Alforque are you out of your mind?" he questioned me angrily. He was breathing sharply and his eyes were blazing with anger.

Why is he even angry?

"If I ever drowned myself, it would be none of your f***king business," I screamed at his face. I was f***king mad. Who does he think he is to interfere with my privacy?

"Wasn't it?" saying that he angrily lifted me out of the water and carried me out to my room.

"Put me down, I said, put me down! Bulls**t!" I screamed as I struggled to break from his grip. But he is way stronger than I am.

without exerting extra effort while I was still in his arms, he grabbed my robe from the side and put me down without slipping me from his grip.

"Now, put it on," he demanded. I intentionally didn't listen to him. Instead, I shook him off of me but failed.

" Wouldn't you like to put it on, would you? Fine then, stay that way so I can freely stare at your nakedness. How about that?" he firmly said as a matter of fact in a sarcastic way. I didn't suppose to care about him seeing me naked, so what! But later on, I grabbed the robe anyway, pouting while throwing dagger-like stares at him.

"Very good!" he smirked at me, not entertaining my child-like behavior.

After putting it on, he pulled me into a hug and said, " You scared the death out of me."

I pushed him but he stayed still.

" Don't do it again, okay? he calmly said as he held me tighter, sniffing at the nook of my neck.

I didn't respond. I was still mad at him.

I don't know why this man has been doing this to me. He made me restless and my temper went out of control all the time. I don't want to do anything about him but here he was, making my life even more difficult.

We stayed in this position a little longer until I realized that I was starting to relax. My breathing and my heartbeat were now starting to normalize.

Sensing that I was now fully outcast of my anger, he pulled me to my bed with the intention of sitting there, but I unfortunately tripped and scrambled down to bed with him on top of me.