The Way I Loved You [COMPLETED]

Calren Frank Fuerte Vegas

This is the final part of the story. Thank you for reading Taffy and Calren's story.

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I stared blankly at the boy crying in front of me. Pictures are scattered on the cold tile floor. He fiercely grasped the broken video camera, as if I was going to take it away from him again. I scoffed. Grant Martin, the pathetic little bastard of my father.

"Lumayo ka saakin! Mean ka!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. I looked at him, squinting my eyes.

"I'm mean, huh? Do you know who's the real meanie here? Your stupid Mother!"

He shook his head repeatedly. "My Mom is not stupid!"

My Mom just died. I later found out that he had been cheating on my mom. Nakaanak sa ibang babae at itinago iyon sa Mommy ko. Hindi man lang nya nirespeto si Mom at talagang itinira pa nya rito ang kabit nya.

"She is! She ruined my family. Both of you ruined my family!"

"Hindi totoo yan! Hindi totoo yan!"

He ran away in front of me leaving all of this crap on the floor. What's with this picture? Why is this so important to him? I picked up one photo from the floor. A photo of him and a girl. Kumunot ang noo ko. I scanned the picture carefully, focusing on the girl's face. Well, she's kinda cute. Matangos ang ilong at maganda ang ngiti.

"Inaway mo na naman ang kapatid mo!" Sigaw ni Daddy nang makaakyat sa hagdanan. I immediately put the picture inside my pocket.

"He's not my brother." I said coldly. I didn't look at him.

"Kapatid mo sya. Sa ayaw at sa gusto mo and he's staying here!"

Sa wakas ay tinapunan ko sya ng tingin. Rage is burning in my gaze. I didn't look at him like he is my own father. I look at him like someone I want to get rid of.

"Sure, he can stay here. He can because I'm leaving. I'm sick of him every single day! I'm sick of you seeing how you disrespect my mother!"

He looked at me shocked. Since my Mom's funeral I haven't said a single word to him. Ito ang kauna-unahang pagkakataon na sinagot ko sya ng kahit ano. Tinignan nya ako na parang na didiri sya sa nakikita nya. He's not looking at me like I'm his child. Tinatanaw na lamang nya ako bilang palalala ng masakit na pinagdaanan ni Mommy.

"Sige, umalis ka! Kung hindi mo maatim na tumira dito ay mabuti pa sigurong umalis ka nalang. I don't need a son like you, stubborn and naive."

I can't deny. I was hurt by what he said. That day I packed my things up and asked for my uncle to book me a flight to the US. Did I cry on my way there? No, I didn't. Bakit ko iiyakan ang taong tumakwil saakin? Ang tumalikod sa sarili nyang anak, sarili nyang dugo. He can call me his son, for all I care. Ipagmalaki nya ako sa iba, wala akong pakealam. I don't fucking care about him anymore.

"Wedding ng Dad mo ngayon." Tita Hillary informed me. I just nodded and got back to drawing something on my sketchpad.

"Aren't you gonna call him?"

I smirked. Naputol ang dulo ng lapis ko dahil napadiin ako ng paggamit nito. "For what? To congratulate him for messing up my life?"

"Calren-"

Tumayo ako sa kinauupuan ko at dinampot ang sketchpad ko at inilagay sa bag. I put my headphones on at lumabas ng bahay.

"I'm going out." Paalam ko. Nakasalubong ko ang aking pinsan na papasok ng gate. He asked me where I was going but I didn't respond.

"Did you fix it?" I asked the guy in the electronics shop who repaired Grant's broken videocamera. Ninakaw ko ito bago ako umalis papunta rito. I bet he's crying until now because of his lost videocamera.