Got Me Captive (Got Me #1) | ✓

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My eyes cannot take the lights as it smites through my eyes. Rinig ko ang mga hagikgikan ng bata habang pinapanood ang mga ilaw at tubig na nagsasayaw sa gitna. It filled my ears hearing those laughters. Nang matahimik kaming dalawa ni Posadaz at tahimik lang na pinapanood si Thorn ay may pumasok naman sa utak ko.

"How did you get my number, by the way?" tanong ko pa sa kaniya.

He glanced at me. "I got it from Archer, the night before the. . . instance  at the club," may interval sa sinabi niya.

Kumunot naman ang noo ko. Kung naaalala ko ay iyon ay kung saan nameet ko din ang isa niya pang kakilala. Kung saan kami nagbangayan sa labas ng parking at kung kelan kami. . .

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He already has my number yet he did not even bother texting me. Kung maalala ko ay mayroon kaming ambiguous settlement. I did not expect him to remember it but it's hurting slightly my pride. Or maybe, I was just assuming. And what the hell, Xandra? Are you actually seeking his attention?

Averting my thoughts from that, we just spent the short time watching Thorn. Maya maya pa ay nakatunog na din ang bata sa oras kaya naman niyaya na nito ang ama pauwi. I could've parted ways from them but the little kid wouldn't let me.

I walked alongside them.

As usual, the kid's mouth is in restless interminable mode. She would comprehensively sum up her day to her father and her father would just listen to her with zero options. He's so patient with his kid. I wonder if there's someone aside from Thorn who gives the same patience too.

Nang makarating sa parking lot ay hinintay kong makapasok lang sila at nang makaalis na. When Gunther settled Thorn in the backseat, he shifted his sight to me.

"Let me take you home," he initiated.

I shook my head. "I'm good, I'll just book a cab. Get her home safely," bilin ko pa.

He heaved a breath. "Thorn won't allow me to leave you here, so, I insist," he said.

Disappointment suddenly hit me. It's because of Thorn and nothing else. . .

Avoiding an argument, tumango nalang din ako tsaka pumasok kung saan niya ipinuwesto ang anak. I closed the door while he was still outside and standing like a fool waiting for something. Maya maya ay tumungo na rin siya sa driver's seat tsaka pinukulan ako ng tingin sa may rearview mirror.

"Does my car has that red blinking sign that says 'for hire', Xantelli?" lintaniya niya naman na ikinakunot ng kilay ko.

Kita kong iminuwestra niya ng tingin ang shotgun seat na ngayon ay hindi okupado. Napatingin ako kay Thorn na ngayon ay busy na sa tablet niya habang nagsa-suck ng lips niya.

I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly went out of the backseat and turn to the shotgun seat. Hindi rin naman kami nagusap. Kung man ay isang tanong, isang sagot. Sporting a silent drive with nursery songs covering us, the ride went on swiftly.

Ilang minuto lang ang lumipas at nakarating na din kami sa tapat ng building ng unit ko. Nakaidlip ng sandali si Thorn at nang makaramdam na bunabagal ang sasakyan ay namulat ito.  Unang lumabas si Gunther upang buksan ang pinto ng shotgun.