DEVILLION FIACRA VERNO
“Dean, ikaw na muna ang bahala kay Reagan.” I grabbed my long coat. “I need to settle something.”
“Saan ka pupunta, boss? Itatanong ‘yan ni bansot ‘pag nagising ‘yon.”
She is now taking a nap on my bed. I haven’t cooled down yet after what I have witnessed the violence earlier. So far, that was the most cruel sight that I have ever seen.
May nabubuhay pa palang nilalang na nambabaldog ng sariling anak.
How could that woman do that to her own child? When I saw the blood on Reagan’s face, I rushed in her mother’s direction and I lost control.
Hindi na kasi madadaan sa maayos na usapan nang makita kong duguan na pala si Reagan. It triggers me to knock her out.
I drove all the way to Reagan’s residence again. I took a glance at my wrist watch. It’s 11:23 Am.
