Taming The Superiors (High Class Issue Series #1)

Chapter 04

Chapter 04: Reach

"Eliza," iyon ang narinig ko at halata naman kung sino ang may-ari ng boses na 'yon. Malamig ang mga mata kong ibinaling sa kanya ang tingin at nakita ko siyang inuusisa ang kalagayan ko.

"Saan ka ba nagpunta? Kagabi ka pa namin hinahanap," may pag-aalala sa tono ng boses nito kaya hindi ko naiwasan ang ngumisi. Namin? Siya lang naman ang naghahanap sa akin at yung iba ay napipilitan lang.

"Sir, nakita po namin siya ng kaibigan ko sa Jones Bridge. Tatalon po sana pero mabuti nalang napigilan namin," singit ni Desmond kaya masama ko siyang binigyan ng tingin at naramdaman niya siguro ito kaya tinaasan niya ako ng kilay.

Tito Mike became worried and shocked at the same time. Tss, he shouldn't be surprised that I planned to end my life after what happened, and he should have the conclusion already.

I rolled my eyes and glared at Desmond, who's busy talking to my uncle. If only my look could kill, he would have buried in the ground earlier. He shouldn't have said that, and he just made the situation worse.

"Thank you so much for saving Eliza," a weak laugh escaped to me, the reason why I got their attention. He shouldn't thank that policeman for saving me because I want myself to be dead, and it irritates me that those two interfered with my plans.

"What's your name, hijo?"

"Police Inspector Theodore Desmond Miliano, Sir," pagpapakilala ni Desmond at napatingin ako sa baywang niya dahil nando'n pala ang wallet niya na naglalaman ng tsapa pero ang mas nakakuha ng pansin ko ay ang baril niya.

My teeth chattered as I imagined the feeling of holding it, and as my eyes were fixed to the gun, the memories crushed my sanity again, making me gasped.

The day I held a gun was when I was eighteen. I shot my father, and he was drowned in his blood, but I was just there, sitting and not blinking, looking at his dead body. That time, tears were locked in my eyes as if I don't need to cry because he's already dead and he won't hurt me anymore.

My hands started to shake to an odd rhythm as if it's longing to touch the gun. That trauma keeps haunting me, and even though I'm still alive, I could feel that I'm barely breathing.

"Fuck," I cursed when I heard the sound of the gun playing in my head. I covered my ears and shut my eyes, wishing the trauma would stop pestering me. Whatever I do, there will be an action that will trigger what I did last eight years ago, and it looks like I will carry it until I die.

"Eliza, are you okay?" Tito Mike asked and held my arm to check my face, but I feel like I became numb in front of him.

"Matagal na akong hindi okay, Tito, ngayon mo lang natanong?" walang emosyon kong sabi sa kanya kaya nagpakawala siya ng malalim na hininga. Dumako ang tingin ko sa pulis na katabi nito at kulang nalang ay higitan niya ang pag-aalalang nararamdaman ni Tito Mike e' kakakilala ko lang naman sa kanya.

"Thank you, Police Inspector Miliano," my uncle thanked Desmond and then grabbed my arm to stand up, but I used the remaining strength to resist, and I saw his brows furrowed.