Trapped With Him

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Trapped With Him

HINDI ko alam kung saan ko kinuha ang lakas ko kanina. I was able to carry Vance at my back the enemies were cleared. Maybe it was from the adrenaline rush state that I was able to carry Vance on my back. Malayo layo ang nilakad ko. Parang nasa tuktok na kami ng bundok. Gumawa ako ng masisilungan namin ni Vance kung saan ginamit ko ang swiss knife na manguha ng dahon ng saging at tinali ko 'yon gamit ang mga belt na nakapulupot sa baywang, thighs, at legs ko. Tahimik lang na nakahiga si Vance sa ilalim ng ginawa kong tent kanina. I was sitting down from a big rock, habang niluluto ko na rin ang apat na isdang kakainin namin ni Vance. He was unconscious for almost three hours. Dahil sa tagal niyang gumising, nagawa kong magpatayo ng tent, manguha ng isda sa may ilog na di-kalayuan kung saan ko siya iniwan at gumawa na rin ako ng maliit na bon fire dahil sa baka nilalamig na rin siya. Naalala ko na naman 'yong mga taong humahabol sa amin kanina. How the hell would I resolve this mess? And what's with Don Ricko engraving my identity Fate Reaper on the silvery metallic bullet? I was getting more suspicious every days passing by because of those things I discovered about Don Ricko. Is he trying to set me up for something? Despite the help I received from him, do I really know Don Ricko enough? Despite the fact he adopted me? Despite the thought he gave me an alternative family? Did I trust him too much that I didn't realize these things? Will I really be fine with that? At tumatakbo ang mga tanong at pagdududa sa utak ko. Does he really deserve to be trusted? Nawala ako sa aking pag-isip nang may marinig akong dumadaing. Iniwan ko muna ang iniihaw kong isad at lumapit ako sa kaniya.

"Vance," tawag ko sa pangalan niya habang mahina kong tinatapik ang kanyang pisngi. Napadaing siya ng konti. "Vance, gising," ulit ko sa pangalan niya para gisingin siya. Dahan-dahan siyang napamulat at napatingin siya sa kanyang paligid at saka nagtagpo an gaming mga mata. Nagulat ako nang bigla niya akong hilahin at niyakap ng mahigpit. I was half lying against his chest. "Vance. Okay na, wala na sila," I assured him as we both fell silent for awhile. Kumalas siya sa yakap at tumingin ng diretso sa aking mga mata. His eyes were full of confusion.

"Nasaan tayo?" tanong niya sa akin.

"Nasa tuktok 'ata tayo ng bundok. Hindi ko rin alam," sagot ko sa kanya at inalalayan ko siyang umupo ng dahan-dahan. Umupo na rin ako ng maayos.

"How did we get in here?" takang-tanong na naman niya. Ba't ba siya tanong ng tanong?

"Well, I carried you behind my back. I don't know how I did that pero nakaya ko naman. Maybe due to adrenaline?" pagpapaliwanag ko at parang hindi ako sure sa sagot ko.

"And those goons? How did you end up beating them?" he asked out of his curiosity. Well I just want to beat him up asking too many questions. I heaved out a sigh of frustrations. He's way damn too annoying. But despite that, I still love him.

"Well, I manage to fight with them," I bluntly answered his question, shrugging off my shoulders. "Don't underestimate my skills Mr. Parker. I'm into any kinds of martial artists and holding knives, guns, and even an archer," tuloy-tuloy kong sabi habang nasa tabi ko lang siya at nakikinig lang siya sa akin. "Sabi ko nga sa 'yo kanina, Dad is freaking hell rich. And his business partners were his secret rivals and targeting him...through kidnapping me. Because I was Dad's weakness. Bata pa lang ako, naririnig ko na ang mga chismis tungkol sa pag-kidnap at ransom sa akin. At early age, I was exposed to hazardous stunts. I was hospitalized for nth times because of injuries from trainings. But fortunately after two years, I excelled in those fields for an eight year old girl like me to do such things," I half lied explaining things to him. Tumango siya na parang naiintindihan niya ang mga sinasabi ko. He was just staring at me, drowned from his thoughts. As the long silence filling in between us, I let it stay for a while, drunk by the silence and coldness of the place. And his expression changed.

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