Sir Raffy Jmar Von
Damn!
I regret everything! Shit! I hate all that was told to me that they believed I won't know! I'm not hurt. No, I am not.
Does defying what I feel make me something? NO.
I'm so confused taking in consideration of what others feel... WHAT ABOUT ME?!
I'm freaking out. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. No, must use my head.
So confused right now...
I can't control it.
No, don't be selfish now.
I need isolation...
Be alone...
*sigh* I hate you people!
Go on tell me what you think of me.
That's what you're good at.
You're not good in telling yourself what you think you are.
My pores are opening. I feel cold. Non-sensible.
It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!
That's a person who's near to insanity, that's me actually at this moment. I have a disorder in which the alteration of emotion is very quick and weird. Now I feel focused. Now I feel bad about my relationship. Now I feel numb. People like this are affected by the environment they are moving in. We are who we are, not because what we choose who we want to be but by what we "see."
How do pyschopaths and those with mental and emotional problems are born to themselves?
It's because they covet. It's not driven by desire, acceptance, the two most reason triggering such behaviors, that's not the reason. It's because we covet. That's also the reason why we experience trauma. We covet what we see everyday. So don't blame if I'm like this.
This is just some explanation, I still have a lot more.
I have too much to say,
Still I am not able to speak a word
I can speak but of a sudden I was mute
I wasn't to defend myself nor was I a brute
I needed them to know, yet I couldn't stay;
Yes, no longer it was for me to even pull a sword.
I was disheartened by mi lady has uttered
So frail, so weak I mere stuttered.
I couldn't say anything in return
Hoping you'll know every detail
It was yearning to be burned
To never ever let myself; to you; ever again fail
^.^
At the day and moment of my death;
I lay on my dying place surrounded by wreath.
I'll rest with all the world can offer;
In peace and off from my forgotten sorrows.
I was born as a son of man;
I was born as a son of God;
I came to see the light with no religion.
I came to know the world through my baptism;
With the religion that put me, brought me to atrocism.
Yet I gave more, continued to be a beau
'Til time came I haled all the sue
What a wonderful life!?
All didn't matter, all that I've thrived...
A beautiful death I aspire
At Lordlake, without chaos off from the Hellfire
From here I'll take my retraction.
Yes, good bye.
Whoa, I may have forgotten about this post alright but now is my chance to do it so.
Monday, November 12, 2007 8:13 PM
I am haunted by the things I have dealt with for quite sometime. I am starting to loosen my grasps on my intentions, responsibilities and promises to the people who look up to me. I am starting to get careless. This doesn’t mean I will be the same old, old guy who breaks his promises even his promises to himself, who sets aside important matters and gives attention to time wasting comforts. I need to strive against those who bring me down, against my race, against time, against the odds, and against myself.
It’s hard departing from childhood to become more of a man, more of a being. The intensity how hard it could be does not count anyway, it’s what I have picked up along the way and how I kept it to myself and how I might have shared it.
It’s a tiring day for a Monday. Activities flood my way. And it’s our eleventh monthsary; yeah we’ve been through a lot. Now we’re like a burning solid wall, no one can break us, may it be her folks, her family, mine or those who have nothing good to do with us. Another month to go, we’ll be celebrating our first anniversary which means if we have endured a tough crash over a year, we can endure it the second time around and maybe for a lifetime but as much as possible we’re staying away from trouble, we don’t want any of us get hurt but if such unavoidable circumstances come we know what to do. Experience is the best teacher.
I was in a debate early this morning until after lunch break. I had fun and learned a lot.
“It’s not what you say; it’s how you say it.”
“Confidence is no match to humility.”
“A winning lost is defending the impossible.”
“To lack information is like writing a column without facts.”
“Take advantage.”
“Look at your audience when you speak even if you’re reading.” (Ha! Ha!)
“In battle, never think you’re safe; it’s your weakest step.”
“Listening is access to everything.”
“Don’t give an argument that’s driven by your emotion; back it up.”
“Convince! Convince! Convince! Influence is power.”
“It’s manner that counts.”
“It is how you push through against the truth.”
“Always have something for back-up.”
“Being good is feeling good.”
That’s just few of what I have realized through the day.
Another story went on after that period.
- Going back to the present - that was a nice thing to reflect on. It’s nice to know you have something that exists that can really make know what you were yesterday. I think I missed some details when I was typing this. Well I’m a real careless. One hell of a **cking truth. Oops, I mean one sucking truth about me. ^.^`<
Friday, December 21, 2007
It has been a long time dear blog since I last posted a story here. Sorry about that, I was busy recently and getting out of my consciousness again. Many sorts of things happened within the span when I wasn’t posting anything here. You see problems came, I mean kinds of difficult situations came and quite took me time to clear my mind, think and post something here. Another reason is that our phone line was cut leaving me with no internet connection. That took half of my life communicating with people I need to.
Gee, I almost failed to notice that it’s four days before Christmas. I don’t have plans yet so I guess I’ll just be staying at home this Christmas. I don’t have enough money anymore; I bought dozens of gifts for this season. That’s a bad news for me because I won’t be able to buy what I want to buy or go to where I want to go. Another bad news is we just have less than two weeks for the vacation. Sheesh…
Well despite those, it’s a season of loving and giving, why don’t I give myself a break from the tormented school thingies and problems of my life? I want to enjoy the vacation even if it’s short-spanned.
Good news did come, too. Moreover, I’m so happy about them. Some have to be kept confidential, for some purpose and some well I’m quite proud to tell. Those some out there that might be reading this post might know what those that I’m telling could be, even if I don’t mention them here all that are going to come out of me -“I’M HAPPY AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT OR EVEN RUIN THAT.” Be stoned to death trying to ruin and getting envious of what I have and what I’m happy about! Ha! Ha! Filthy insecurities… Hey, it’s Christmas! Get you people yourself a life!
To my friends, take good care and enjoy your vacation! To some whom I haven’t talk to for quite some time now -I hope we’d meet somewhere somehow! To my family (which includes my girlfriend’s family), Merry Christmas! Hope everyone is going to be alright and merry as the year ends! (Hey, baby if you’re reading kindly extend my greetings, okay?) And to my family, I hope we’re not going to have problems this coming days I’m already fed up and I just want to enjoy! I hope you’ll be able to read this! To my love and to our babies (presents I gave her) I love you very much, Happy One Year and Nine Days, and take good care, especially to our youngest, Briggs. Isn’t that sweet? Ha! Ha!
Well, it’s already three in the after noon I better have a bath now!
MERRY CHRISTMAS! However, I don’t feel Christmas…
In my thoughts, “What must I be thinking? Do I like her?” I feel strange about what I was thinking.
I can’t go back to sleep. I slowly stood from the bed so I won’t wake her up. Then I proceeded to the rest room. I was in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I looked intently at my eyes as I wonder about certain stuffs. I opened the faucet and washed my face then took a towel to dry.
I took off my shirt and went outside my window. I sat on the roof, gazed, and thought what I would be doing after dawn.
It’s Saturday and there would be no classes. I have the whole day to do what I want to do.
After an hour of thinking and speaking to myself, I headed back inside my room to check if Robin is still awake. She is still asleep.
I felt hungry. I went to the kitchen to look what is in the fridge. “Hmm… Mom and dad must have packed all that’s in the fridge.”
“I need to go to the groceries. Robin and I didn’t have dinner last night.” I put my shirt on, took the keys, and drove to town.
I entered a convenient store and still I was speaking to myself. “Hmm… She loves cakes.” “I’ll buy one for her.”
I bought groceries for breakfast, lunch, and a cake for Robin. “I’m all set,” as I took the receipt at the counter.
It was just a twenty-minute drive going back home. In front of the lawn, Robin waits at the door sitting on the staircase with her head bowed down. She must have waked up when she realized I was gone.
She ran towards the car jumping in front of the car door.
“What do you have there?”
“Where did you go, Vier?”
“I was looking all over for you. It’s early morning.” She says. “Take the groceries at the back seat,” as I was parking the car and asked her to bring the items to the kitchen.
“Hey, Robin, just leave ‘em there. Let’s go back to sleep. Like you said, it’s early morning.” About three hours had past, these things doesn’t feel real. I wonder…?
In front of our doorstep, I was suddenly stilled about knocking on the door. Something wasn’t right, something felt so strange. Someone was watching over the house and is already inside.
I decided to go directly to my room from the backyard climbing the ladder to the kitchen roof. I sneaked and cautiously opened the window from the outside. Then, when I got in I heard creeps coming behind the door and in my eager to find out what is out there, I took a flashlight and opened the door –
“Robin! Why are you here? How did you get inside...? And what are you doing with my dog?” In surprise, I spontaneously asked.
She was sitting near the stairs and cuddling my dog. She was smiling as she stared at me. She doesn’t answer my questions –
“Robin, are you listening? How long have you been here?”
“Right after classes? I was looking forward to see you,” she said.
“For what reason?”
“Nothing, I’m just missing you,” she replied.
“Miss me? Come on get up,” curiously, giving my hand to help her stand.
We went inside my room. I opened the lights and we both sat on the bed. “Sorry for trespassing. Your door was left opened and I decided to go in,” she apologized.
“Ah? I left the door opened? I must have… It’s okay, no harm done.” I replied, “But never do that again, I might have hurt you if I wasn’t able to recognize it was you.” I added.
We paused for a while then telling her, “Hey, uh, I’ll be taking you home right away.”
“Vier, please don’t. I want to stay with you,” she said.
“Uncle Travis might be looking for you. Try not to mess up. Your father might come looking for you here. You know him; he might think and tell my dad we have an affair. He sticks to what he believes… What is the problem anyway?” I was persuading her.
She looks at me in vain then she cries on my chest. “He hurt mom again. I locked myself in my room and heard them fighting before I ran off to school this morning. Mom’s voice I then unheard, Travis might have locked her up in the toilet,” sobering on my shoulder as she cries.
I was convinced to let her stay and no one else would keep her as safe as I can and, because we’ve been together since we were little.
“You’ve been gone for so long Vier, I always drop by here after class to see if you’re around but your mom says you’re on a trip.”
“Good thing you are back, but I’m sorry again for coming in without consent,” she said. “Well my folks won’t be around for the weekend, they had a flight and I stayed so someone would look after the house.” I said.
“Where have you been anyway?” she asked.
“Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired. Just make yourself comfortable, Robin,” leaving her question unanswered. She grabbed my hand and had me on bed. She embraced me ‘til she fell asleep. From here, I can tell she did miss me. I know she has feelings for me but I tend not to be obvious that I know though she never told me so.
We Covet What We See Everyday (I'm A Freak)
I feel like I'm a rusty car ready to be crunched into the crunching machine. Ready to be shred to pieces. Why can't I be what I am? Why can't I be who I am? Why can't I do what I want to do? Don't I have the right to experience my freedom? I'm choked like a dog. I'm caged like a bird. Shit!Damn!
I regret everything! Shit! I hate all that was told to me that they believed I won't know! I'm not hurt. No, I am not.
Does defying what I feel make me something? NO.
I'm so confused taking in consideration of what others feel... WHAT ABOUT ME?!
I'm freaking out. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. No, must use my head.
So confused right now...
I can't control it.
No, don't be selfish now.
I need isolation...
Be alone...
*sigh* I hate you people!
Go on tell me what you think of me.
That's what you're good at.
You're not good in telling yourself what you think you are.
My pores are opening. I feel cold. Non-sensible.
It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!
That's a person who's near to insanity, that's me actually at this moment. I have a disorder in which the alteration of emotion is very quick and weird. Now I feel focused. Now I feel bad about my relationship. Now I feel numb. People like this are affected by the environment they are moving in. We are who we are, not because what we choose who we want to be but by what we "see."
How do pyschopaths and those with mental and emotional problems are born to themselves?
It's because they covet. It's not driven by desire, acceptance, the two most reason triggering such behaviors, that's not the reason. It's because we covet. That's also the reason why we experience trauma. We covet what we see everyday. So don't blame if I'm like this.
This is just some explanation, I still have a lot more.
Labels: Freaking Out, Very Sad
By: Xavier | Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 10:22 AM |
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Poetry 101
I have too much to say,
Still I am not able to speak a word
I can speak but of a sudden I was mute
I wasn't to defend myself nor was I a brute
I needed them to know, yet I couldn't stay;
Yes, no longer it was for me to even pull a sword.
I was disheartened by mi lady has uttered
So frail, so weak I mere stuttered.
I couldn't say anything in return
Hoping you'll know every detail
It was yearning to be burned
To never ever let myself; to you; ever again fail
^.^
At the day and moment of my death;
I lay on my dying place surrounded by wreath.
I'll rest with all the world can offer;
In peace and off from my forgotten sorrows.
I was born as a son of man;
I was born as a son of God;
I came to see the light with no religion.
I came to know the world through my baptism;
With the religion that put me, brought me to atrocism.
Yet I gave more, continued to be a beau
'Til time came I haled all the sue
What a wonderful life!?
All didn't matter, all that I've thrived...
A beautiful death I aspire
At Lordlake, without chaos off from the Hellfire
From here I'll take my retraction.
Yes, good bye.
Labels: Poetry, Vague Uncertainties
By: Xavier | Friday, February 1, 2008 at 3:15 PM |
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A Poet's Submission
Friday, January 04, 2008
Shadow of destruction
Where she fright in shallows
In midst of declaration:
The awakening of the Sleepy Hollow
Her head was cauterized
By the blade of hell!
Of the Headless Horseman!
To where the bloodline draws the son
He’ll take you there, under the shell!
And there he rise!
From the dead!
And takes back his head!
But when she cries
All deters even her own lies.
^.^
You have brought this to your home
You came with this on your own
Look what you have done
And now you can’t be condone
You have brought countless problems
You had them qualms
You have troubled your flesh and blood
Your false beliefs brought upon a flood
That shall long never seize!
Broken your vows, it is what all sees!
Drowned in Tainted Sea
You can never swim out to the coast
And be what you will, shall, and need to be
You’ll never see yourself boast
Instead see yourself as how you wanted
The life you have sculpted
You can never find what you seek
Can never heed what you said
Can never feel that you’ve become weak
The days are over, dire days which you have led.
^.^
Revealing
Taken out by break; sued to torment
Burned ice cold; chills that tremble
Forsaken lies; worry to insanity
Where do you want to testify?
To seek I blink look but cannot find
What have I done? It was never I.
It was never you, neither them
But it was just ourselves after all.
^.^
The Bliss of the Reminiscing
The cold and silence
The night is about
It is near
The air of yesterday
The bliss of the reminiscing
It is calling me so sweet
Come, come and meet your dreams
Will you be here?
Will I be heard?
^.^
Sociopath
Why is it all empty again?
These desires cannot keep on going
I missed some details
Will I be doomed?
The pleasure of death has knocked
Is it all to be acknowledged?
Or will bring an end to my hunger?
^.^
Finding Purpose
Have I awakened these dreams?
Does it know what it seems?
Does our world collide?
And let us know what’s aside?
What is bound to our deeds?
Will our decisions compensate our planted seeds?
Why can’t we find what we seek?
Can’t I just take a peek
Of what is beyond what we know?
Can you not bestow?
Ridicule you might tell
But you’re deep dark as hell, too
So what do you really want?
So what do you really mean?
Would you not enchant
The soul of the soulless that’s outside clean?
Will we be able to connect?
And have something, someone to protect?
Shadow of destruction
Where she fright in shallows
In midst of declaration:
The awakening of the Sleepy Hollow
Her head was cauterized
By the blade of hell!
Of the Headless Horseman!
To where the bloodline draws the son
He’ll take you there, under the shell!
And there he rise!
From the dead!
And takes back his head!
But when she cries
All deters even her own lies.
^.^
You have brought this to your home
You came with this on your own
Look what you have done
And now you can’t be condone
You have brought countless problems
You had them qualms
You have troubled your flesh and blood
Your false beliefs brought upon a flood
That shall long never seize!
Broken your vows, it is what all sees!
Drowned in Tainted Sea
You can never swim out to the coast
And be what you will, shall, and need to be
You’ll never see yourself boast
Instead see yourself as how you wanted
The life you have sculpted
You can never find what you seek
Can never heed what you said
Can never feel that you’ve become weak
The days are over, dire days which you have led.
^.^
Revealing
Taken out by break; sued to torment
Burned ice cold; chills that tremble
Forsaken lies; worry to insanity
Where do you want to testify?
To seek I blink look but cannot find
What have I done? It was never I.
It was never you, neither them
But it was just ourselves after all.
^.^
The Bliss of the Reminiscing
The cold and silence
The night is about
It is near
The air of yesterday
The bliss of the reminiscing
It is calling me so sweet
Come, come and meet your dreams
Will you be here?
Will I be heard?
^.^
Sociopath
Why is it all empty again?
These desires cannot keep on going
I missed some details
Will I be doomed?
The pleasure of death has knocked
Is it all to be acknowledged?
Or will bring an end to my hunger?
^.^
Finding Purpose
Have I awakened these dreams?
Does it know what it seems?
Does our world collide?
And let us know what’s aside?
What is bound to our deeds?
Will our decisions compensate our planted seeds?
Why can’t we find what we seek?
Can’t I just take a peek
Of what is beyond what we know?
Can you not bestow?
Ridicule you might tell
But you’re deep dark as hell, too
So what do you really want?
So what do you really mean?
Would you not enchant
The soul of the soulless that’s outside clean?
Will we be able to connect?
And have something, someone to protect?
Labels: Poetry
By: Xavier | Saturday, January 5, 2008 at 6:42 PM |
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Passed By
Friday, January 04, 2008Whoa, I may have forgotten about this post alright but now is my chance to do it so.
Monday, November 12, 2007 8:13 PM
I am haunted by the things I have dealt with for quite sometime. I am starting to loosen my grasps on my intentions, responsibilities and promises to the people who look up to me. I am starting to get careless. This doesn’t mean I will be the same old, old guy who breaks his promises even his promises to himself, who sets aside important matters and gives attention to time wasting comforts. I need to strive against those who bring me down, against my race, against time, against the odds, and against myself.
It’s hard departing from childhood to become more of a man, more of a being. The intensity how hard it could be does not count anyway, it’s what I have picked up along the way and how I kept it to myself and how I might have shared it.
It’s a tiring day for a Monday. Activities flood my way. And it’s our eleventh monthsary; yeah we’ve been through a lot. Now we’re like a burning solid wall, no one can break us, may it be her folks, her family, mine or those who have nothing good to do with us. Another month to go, we’ll be celebrating our first anniversary which means if we have endured a tough crash over a year, we can endure it the second time around and maybe for a lifetime but as much as possible we’re staying away from trouble, we don’t want any of us get hurt but if such unavoidable circumstances come we know what to do. Experience is the best teacher.
I was in a debate early this morning until after lunch break. I had fun and learned a lot.
“It’s not what you say; it’s how you say it.”
“Confidence is no match to humility.”
“A winning lost is defending the impossible.”
“To lack information is like writing a column without facts.”
“Take advantage.”
“Look at your audience when you speak even if you’re reading.” (Ha! Ha!)
“In battle, never think you’re safe; it’s your weakest step.”
“Listening is access to everything.”
“Don’t give an argument that’s driven by your emotion; back it up.”
“Convince! Convince! Convince! Influence is power.”
“It’s manner that counts.”
“It is how you push through against the truth.”
“Always have something for back-up.”
“Being good is feeling good.”
That’s just few of what I have realized through the day.
Another story went on after that period.
- Going back to the present - that was a nice thing to reflect on. It’s nice to know you have something that exists that can really make know what you were yesterday. I think I missed some details when I was typing this. Well I’m a real careless. One hell of a **cking truth. Oops, I mean one sucking truth about me. ^.^`<
Labels: Reminisce
Four Days before Christmas
My reflection four days before Christmas. Enjoy reading.Friday, December 21, 2007
It has been a long time dear blog since I last posted a story here. Sorry about that, I was busy recently and getting out of my consciousness again. Many sorts of things happened within the span when I wasn’t posting anything here. You see problems came, I mean kinds of difficult situations came and quite took me time to clear my mind, think and post something here. Another reason is that our phone line was cut leaving me with no internet connection. That took half of my life communicating with people I need to.
Gee, I almost failed to notice that it’s four days before Christmas. I don’t have plans yet so I guess I’ll just be staying at home this Christmas. I don’t have enough money anymore; I bought dozens of gifts for this season. That’s a bad news for me because I won’t be able to buy what I want to buy or go to where I want to go. Another bad news is we just have less than two weeks for the vacation. Sheesh…
Well despite those, it’s a season of loving and giving, why don’t I give myself a break from the tormented school thingies and problems of my life? I want to enjoy the vacation even if it’s short-spanned.
Good news did come, too. Moreover, I’m so happy about them. Some have to be kept confidential, for some purpose and some well I’m quite proud to tell. Those some out there that might be reading this post might know what those that I’m telling could be, even if I don’t mention them here all that are going to come out of me -“I’M HAPPY AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THAT OR EVEN RUIN THAT.” Be stoned to death trying to ruin and getting envious of what I have and what I’m happy about! Ha! Ha! Filthy insecurities… Hey, it’s Christmas! Get you people yourself a life!
To my friends, take good care and enjoy your vacation! To some whom I haven’t talk to for quite some time now -I hope we’d meet somewhere somehow! To my family (which includes my girlfriend’s family), Merry Christmas! Hope everyone is going to be alright and merry as the year ends! (Hey, baby if you’re reading kindly extend my greetings, okay?) And to my family, I hope we’re not going to have problems this coming days I’m already fed up and I just want to enjoy! I hope you’ll be able to read this! To my love and to our babies (presents I gave her) I love you very much, Happy One Year and Nine Days, and take good care, especially to our youngest, Briggs. Isn’t that sweet? Ha! Ha!
Well, it’s already three in the after noon I better have a bath now!
MERRY CHRISTMAS! However, I don’t feel Christmas…
Labels: Holidays
Can’t Sleep
In the middle of the night, my sleep was broken. My vision was still blurred. I hurriedly looked for the clock on the side table. I reached for it and as I sharpen my vision, I saw it’s two in the morning. It’s so early. I lied down again and almost fail to notice that Robin is beside me. Her arm wrapped around my waist; she moves her head towards then lays it on my chest. I looked at her and stared at her for a second.In my thoughts, “What must I be thinking? Do I like her?” I feel strange about what I was thinking.
I can’t go back to sleep. I slowly stood from the bed so I won’t wake her up. Then I proceeded to the rest room. I was in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I looked intently at my eyes as I wonder about certain stuffs. I opened the faucet and washed my face then took a towel to dry.
I took off my shirt and went outside my window. I sat on the roof, gazed, and thought what I would be doing after dawn.
It’s Saturday and there would be no classes. I have the whole day to do what I want to do.
After an hour of thinking and speaking to myself, I headed back inside my room to check if Robin is still awake. She is still asleep.
I felt hungry. I went to the kitchen to look what is in the fridge. “Hmm… Mom and dad must have packed all that’s in the fridge.”
“I need to go to the groceries. Robin and I didn’t have dinner last night.” I put my shirt on, took the keys, and drove to town.
I entered a convenient store and still I was speaking to myself. “Hmm… She loves cakes.” “I’ll buy one for her.”
I bought groceries for breakfast, lunch, and a cake for Robin. “I’m all set,” as I took the receipt at the counter.
It was just a twenty-minute drive going back home. In front of the lawn, Robin waits at the door sitting on the staircase with her head bowed down. She must have waked up when she realized I was gone.
She ran towards the car jumping in front of the car door.
“What do you have there?”
“Where did you go, Vier?”
“I was looking all over for you. It’s early morning.” She says. “Take the groceries at the back seat,” as I was parking the car and asked her to bring the items to the kitchen.
“Hey, Robin, just leave ‘em there. Let’s go back to sleep. Like you said, it’s early morning.” About three hours had past, these things doesn’t feel real. I wonder…?
Labels: Whispers: Dark Cloud
"Robin"
“I am baffled. I need to see what’s in there,” speaking to myself on my way home.In front of our doorstep, I was suddenly stilled about knocking on the door. Something wasn’t right, something felt so strange. Someone was watching over the house and is already inside.
I decided to go directly to my room from the backyard climbing the ladder to the kitchen roof. I sneaked and cautiously opened the window from the outside. Then, when I got in I heard creeps coming behind the door and in my eager to find out what is out there, I took a flashlight and opened the door –
“Robin! Why are you here? How did you get inside...? And what are you doing with my dog?” In surprise, I spontaneously asked.
She was sitting near the stairs and cuddling my dog. She was smiling as she stared at me. She doesn’t answer my questions –
“Robin, are you listening? How long have you been here?”
“Right after classes? I was looking forward to see you,” she said.
“For what reason?”
“Nothing, I’m just missing you,” she replied.
“Miss me? Come on get up,” curiously, giving my hand to help her stand.
We went inside my room. I opened the lights and we both sat on the bed. “Sorry for trespassing. Your door was left opened and I decided to go in,” she apologized.
“Ah? I left the door opened? I must have… It’s okay, no harm done.” I replied, “But never do that again, I might have hurt you if I wasn’t able to recognize it was you.” I added.
We paused for a while then telling her, “Hey, uh, I’ll be taking you home right away.”
“Vier, please don’t. I want to stay with you,” she said.
“Uncle Travis might be looking for you. Try not to mess up. Your father might come looking for you here. You know him; he might think and tell my dad we have an affair. He sticks to what he believes… What is the problem anyway?” I was persuading her.
She looks at me in vain then she cries on my chest. “He hurt mom again. I locked myself in my room and heard them fighting before I ran off to school this morning. Mom’s voice I then unheard, Travis might have locked her up in the toilet,” sobering on my shoulder as she cries.
I was convinced to let her stay and no one else would keep her as safe as I can and, because we’ve been together since we were little.
“You’ve been gone for so long Vier, I always drop by here after class to see if you’re around but your mom says you’re on a trip.”
“Good thing you are back, but I’m sorry again for coming in without consent,” she said. “Well my folks won’t be around for the weekend, they had a flight and I stayed so someone would look after the house.” I said.
“Where have you been anyway?” she asked.
“Let’s go to sleep, I’m tired. Just make yourself comfortable, Robin,” leaving her question unanswered. She grabbed my hand and had me on bed. She embraced me ‘til she fell asleep. From here, I can tell she did miss me. I know she has feelings for me but I tend not to be obvious that I know though she never told me so.
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