Cupid Stupidity (Love Material Series #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Sobrang gulo ng buhay ko, na hindi ko man ginusto mabuhay sa mundong ito. Ni hindi ko nga pinangarap mabuhay dito. Sobrang hirap lumaking walang magulang. Sobrang hirap—hindi ko lahat ginusto mangyari ang lahat iyon. Lagi ko na lang napapaisip ang mga tanong at isisi sa mundo kung bakit ganoon na lang kapait ang binibigay nilang buhay sa akin.

Do I deserve this kind of pain?

Is all this suffering just meant for me?

It's like Cupid's arrows keep hitting me, each one hurting in its own way. It feels like I'm the one who gets all the problems, like fate's always picking on me.

When will I find happiness?

When will I feel valued?

When will I have enough of being overlooked?

When will they acknowledge my efforts?

How can I make them see my worth?

When will I be embraced as part of their family?

It's just unfair. No matter how hard I try to be appreciated, understood, and valued, I end up feeling useless, unappreciated, and worthless.

I feel lost. I don't know where I'm headed or what to do next. My body is trembling from hunger and exhaustion. I haven't had a moment to rest. I still feel the sting of Papa's slap, a pain that goes deeper than physical wounds.

Maybe I deserve it.

Feeling my phone in my skirt pocket, I realize I'm still in my uniform. Typical of my chaotic life.
I pull out my phone and text Lance immediately.

Ako:
I need you, honey. 

Ako:
Where are you?

Ako
Please, can you fetch me up? I really need you, honey.

I sent to him my message na kahit blurry na ang paningin ko. All I could do was wait for his reply. I wandered aimlessly, roaming the streets even late into the night, seeking solace from the turmoil at home. I didn't care about the risks or the dangers that lurked in the darkness. All I wanted was to escape.

With each step I took, questions swirled in my mind. How many years had passed since Papa left me, leaving behind nothing but a painful slap?

I glanced at my phone repeatedly, hoping for a message, but each time, I was met with disappointment. Minutes turned into eternity, and still, no reply came.

Ako:
Honey! Please, puntahan mo ako.

Ako:
Natutulog ka na? Nagugutom na ako.

Ako:
Lance, answer me.

Ako:
Please, sunduin mo ako. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako matutulog. Wala pa akong kain, ngayon.

I texted him again, feeling more and more disheartened as each moment passed without a reply.

This was my life, Shain, filled with disappointment and sadness.

It was a harsh reminder that life doesn't always go the way we want, and sometimes we have to face its challenges on our own. But even in the midst of pain, I knew I had to keep going and find a way to push through.