"Oh my god! Mom! What happened? Dad? Are you two okay?"
We are here at Tuazon hospital because mom and dad took them here. I don’t know what exactly happened to them, all I know is that they had an accident on the way home.
They nodded as the nurse still cared for them. I was really nervous when claire said they had an accident. I don't know what to do at that time.
"Does your brother know what happened? Huh?" Mom suddenly asked, Claire and I looked at each other.
"Not yet! He's not answering his phone." I said.
"Do you want me to call him again?" Claire asked.
“No! No!” I looked at him. "I'm sure Miles will be angry again, he might be even more stressed."
I sighed deeply. "What really happened?" I looked at their arm both.
“Look at your arms, dad, mom. Both have wounds, as well as your forehead! Aish! Until now we still don't know what happened.”
Mommy took my hand and looked at me. "You girls worry too much. Our car just collided with another car, because it was driving fast so our cars collided."
"Of course, we were worried. You two are our parents!"
Daddy touched Claire and me on the shoulder. "You don't have to worry kids, we are really fine."
I frowned at what they were saying. I looked at Claire and the concern for our parents was obvious on her face. 'Our car 'just' collided with another'? Really? 'Just'?
"We are not kids, dad!" Claire suddenly promised.
"Yeah! She's right." I said weakly. I don't have energy anymore, I'm so exhausted. I want to rest for a while. I want to go home!
"Wait!" I would have turned my back if mommy hadn't grabbed my arm. "What's wrong with your eyes? Did you cry?" She asked.
My heart beat faster because I was nervous, and daddy was already looking at me and waiting for my answer. I looked at Claire and asked for help, but she didn’t seem to get what I meant.
I laughed bitterly and looked everywhere. "W-what's wrong with my eyes? I did not cry mom!"
"But-"
I stopped her using my index finger before smiled. "You're just imagining things, mommy. I think we should go home now."
"Dad? Let's go?" Claire looked at mommy. "Mom? I already asked the nurse, and she said we can go home. So, no need to worry about."
"Fine!" Mommy looked at me. "We're not done yet." She rolled her eyes at me. Luh?
"You're in trouble. If I were you, I'll just tell the truth, maybe they can help you." Claire whispered.
"I don't think so, Claire." She frowned. "What if dad do something with Luke if he finds out?"
"Then that's great. He deserves it if by chance."
While we were on our way home, that was all that was on my mind and nothing else. I wonder if I should tell them, but there's nothing as bad as telling them, right? Maybe Claire is right, maybe they can even help me.
In the extreme pain I was feeling I didn’t know if I should even open my mouth. I'm afraid to speak, especially when I'm going to tell a story because I feel like everyone around me is just fooling me.
My mind tells me that I shouldn't trust them anymore, because I have no one else to trust but myself. But my heart says the opposite.
Yes, I have been hurt, my trust in people has been broken, but I should still appreciate the people around me, I should still take care of them. Because my heart knew that even if she was torn apart, my heart could still appreciate and show people the love and care I could give them.
"So, tell me, what's wrong with your eyes?" Mommy asked directly after entering the house.
I sat on the sofa and leaned my back before looking at my mommy. "Yes. I cried... a lot." I said with a low voice.
He sat next to me and on the other side was daddy. "Why? Is there something bothering you or do you have any problems? You know, you can tell us everything."
"Hey, dad, mom! She really needs your advice, I swear!" Claire replied suddenly. I glared at her but she just raised her brow at me.
Mommy looked at her. "You knew her problem? What is it?"
Claire put her both arms in front of her chest then looked at us one by one. "Mommy, I shouldn't say, because she should. Besides, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want me to say no." She pouted.
Daddy sighed. "So, Shall we just stare at each other until the end of the day?"
I remember again! My tears are slowly dripping down to my cheeks, I looked down. How can I tell? I looked at them and saw the concern on their faces.
"R-remember my... boyfriend, Luke?" They nodded and I just smiled bitterly. "He just... cheated on me."
"Oh my god!" Mommy covered her mouth and daddy just shook his head a little.
"Am I a bad person? Did I do something wrong? Am I not enough?" I laughed a little with pain over me. "No! I shouldn’t be asking you this, it should be him! But... I can't talk to him."
"I'm sorry anak. Just cry all the pain you feel as much as you can until half of your pain goes away." Mommy said.
"That’s really what love is, blaire. You will be hurt even if you don’t like it."
I wiped my tears from my cheeks before standing up straight and smiling at them as if I wasn’t in pain. This is all I can do right now, pretend and show people that I am strong.
"I'm sorry mom, dad! I'm being too emotional in front of you."
Mommy stood up and faced me. "It's okay, darling! We're your parents jist like you said."
I smiled. "I know and I'm fine! I am strong enough and no one will be able to take me down. Because I am Blaire Ava Zamora."
They did nothing but nod and smile at me. I looked at my sister and she nod her head as well. I shouldn’t show them that I’m weak, even if it seems like I want to fall from where I stand.
"I'll go to my room now. I want to rest, I'm so exhausted." I forced myself to smile at both of them.
My mother nodded and hugged me, my father did the same so I just rolled my eyes in the air. I feel like I can no longer hold back my tears.
After that, I finally went to my room. When I closed the door I quickly ran to my bed and covered myself with a blanket and there came out the tears that I tried to hold back earlier.
Of all people, why me? Why do I have to be hurt like this? Did I do something wrong? Is this my karma for my mistake that I don't know about?
I removed my blanket and just sat on the bed. "Why me?" I covered my face with both of my hands.
I turned to my side and saw a small photo album I had made. I picked it up and slowly opened it. I suddenly cried even more because I saw the photos of Luke and me having fun.
The pictures of us when we went to the amusement park. The pictures of us on the first day of our date as a couple. The stolen shots of him that I took when we weren't a couple. The stolen shots of mine while I’m eating ice cream, while washing a plate, while watching, and much more.
Too much happiness. As in.
"Maybe... if that hadn’t just happened, we might be dating today." I smiled bitterly as I said those words while looking at the picture.
"It's just the pain, we can't do those things anymore... Do you know that my chest hurts so much, it feels heavy, it's like a sack of rice has run through my chest! Why did you do this to me? Huh?"
I feel like a fool talking to myself while crying and while looking at the photo of the two of us. I look miserable!
I did nothing all day but lie on my bed, use my cell phone, watch, and whatever else I could do just to entertain myself. Even getting out of bed, I didn’t do, even taking a shower, I didn’t do either.
As for my food, trixie just delivers it to my room and picks it up after 30 minutes. I also think that my eyes are exhausted because of crying. I tried to stop it, but every time I did it I felt like I was just crying more.
Until the sky darkened I still could not get up from my bed. Until daddy came into my room without my permission, well, that was okay.
"Hi, dad." I smiled as if I wasn't in pain.
"Don't smile unless... It's not fake." I looked down because of what he said. I just want to be strong in front of my parents.
"I know that it hurts, your mom and I went through just like that." I looked up and faced him.
"Really?"
"Yes! What happened to your relationship with luke, the same thing happened to us." He said as he sat down beside me.
My eyes widened. "You mean, you cheated on mommy too? Did you have... a thing... with another woman while you and mommy were in a relationship?" I asked, still shocked.
"Yes! I mean, no! I didn't even touch the girl!" He looked away and shook his head a little.
"Then, what do you mean?"
Daddy looked at me and sighed deeply. "You know, your mom also accused me before even though she had no evidence. Well, she just saw me with another woman in bed."
"What? So, you did the thing?" I asked.
"Of course not. I still remember that incident. Want to know what the whole incident is?"
I nodded. I’m curious how mommy and daddy overcame the trials of their relationship before.
"I have a girl best friend, I consider her as a younger sister because we were so close. But one day, she confessed to me about how she feels for me, of course, I was surprised, I wasn't expecting it. And before she confessed to me, your mom and I were in a relationship a week ago."
I pouted. "I feel sorry for your friend dad. But, what did you do after that? Did you tell mom?"
He slowly shook his head. "Because I can't tell her. I don't know where should I start so I just decided not to tell her."
"And... after that? What happened to your 'friend'?"
He smiled. "One day, It's your mom's and I anniversary, I prepared a surprise for her because I want her to be happy. I didn't expect her to go to the place where my surprise was ready for your mommy and I thought she went there to make our friendship better again but I was wrong. She did something that really ruined us."
My brows furrowed and looked straight into his eyes. "What did she do, daddy?"
He took a deep breath. "She put something in my drink, I didn't know what it was. Then, all of a sudden, I lost consciousness and I thought my head was just hurting and I was drowsy. Until your mommy came to that place, I just woke up to the noise of women fighting, when I opened my eyes I saw your mommy and my friend, tweaking."
"Who wins?" I asked. Our conversation is too serious.
Daddy glared at me. "Just kidding!"
"Anyway, I just want to let you know that maybe the same thing happened to you and Luke's relationship. Why don't you try to talk to him?"
My brows furrowed. "Seriously, dad? He doesn’t deserve every saliva I'll waste just to talk to him." I rolled my eyes.
He laughed a little. "Darling, don't be too hard-hearted."
"What? Hard-hearted? Me? Tsk! I'm not, dad." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and took a light breath.
"Okay. Okay. You said so. Oh, I'll go ahead." He stood up and looked at me. "I need to prepare something for your mom." He winked at me and then he left my room.
I blinked twice and then laughed as I realized what he said. Oh my god! I wonder what is that his 'something' for her wife, for my mom. I lay down on the bed and just smiled while looking at the ceiling.
Should I? Should I talk to him? Tsk! This is annoying! He would just waste my time and might just hurt me when I talked to him.
I want to sleep but my mind doesn't let me sleep. Aish! I'm tired! It's up to me what my body decides.
I wrap my body using the comforter and close my eyes and fall asleep.