Ang tahimik ng buong villa.
Kasalukuyan akong nakaupo sa harap ng tv sa may salas at pinapanood ang balita.
It was about the eleven-eleven. Now I had confirmed that related nga ang kilos ni Chris sa post ko. Kaso what shocked me is that while I'm being tortured here, the whole world is also experiencing the same problem I am facing.
Nasa banyo si Chris pero di ko na naisipan pang tumakas dahil rehas na ngayon ang naka gapos sa aking mga kamay. At para daw siguradong di ako makawala, he tied the chains to the sturdy pole right beside the sofa.
I asked him what it was for but he only smirked at me went straight to the bathroom.
"I heard you posted a tweet." Agaran akong naplingon sa may kusina at nakita ang kuya ni Chris na nakatitig saakin gamit ang namamaga niyang mga mata. Just like me, the ropes that were tied around him before has now evolved into chains."And you involved the hashtag eleven." He continued as I nodded slowly.
"H-how did you know-"
"Your friend who claimed to be RHIANNE went to my dorm last week." He answered which made me tear up.
Rhianne... Hindi ito ang oras para kiligin.
"I d-did not know that it would actually happen. And even if I knew, I never thought that it would turn out like this." I looked away from him as guilt covered my face. It's my fault why his' brother hurt him.
"Don't worry, I don't blame you. I'm here to help you escape. And to also find out what's wrong with my brother and how is he related to the Eleven incident." Napatulala ako at napalingon muli sakanya.
Di niya ako sinisisi?
"Makakaalis din tayo dito." He forced a smile which somehow calmed me. "I'm Fort. Fortunato Lysander." He introduced himself.
"Leah. Leasmine Travejo." And I smiled back at him.
Sana nga. Sana nga makaalis tayo dito.
