ARLENE MARIELLA's POV
"Where's your company?" I asked when we were inside his condo. All his things were properly organized, and every corner was clean and neat. There's no shroud and dust.
"It was built near the Mall of Asia. In Pasay," he said as he tied the curtain in front of him. Then, he opened the sliding door of the balcony. "Come here." He gestured to me to come over, so I agreed and walked towards the place. When I sat down, he stood up. Okay.
He went straight to the kitchen, I think? And, when he came back. He's already holding a first aid box. Maybe he got that from the kitchen's cabinet.
"I'll clean your wound first, before telling you everything." he calmly said. I nodded and just looked at the city. I leaned my head on the railings to see the sky, which is already turning orange-yellow right now.
After a few minutes, he's done cleaning me. He stood up again, to bring back the kit from the cabinet. The skies are already turning dark. I was a little bit scared, because I knew when I got home. My parents will be mad again. Their loud voices irritate my ear, it was like a chicken who's talking every time in the day.
"Ehem." he cleared his throat as he sat down in front of me again. "Do I need to tell you this? Cause this is out of Stewart's privacy."
"Woah, so? You're not going to tell me about it? After a long fucking time? I waited for so long!"
"I get it! I get it! I didn't even think about their privacy." he looked down.
"Would you spill it or not?" The tone of my voice became frightening.
"Ciara cheated. She flirted even though she's not drunk. Stewart caught her, but he forgives and gives her another chance, again."
"What the fuck!" I cussed. "You motherfucking asshole! They didn't break up, Sterian Fucker! I saw both of them earlier, and then you'll say that they broke up? What an asshole it is." I tsked and sarcastically smirked.
"They did! Stewart's fragile, Arlene! I know you know that! Stop being blind, color your eyes!"
That hits me.
"I may be blind, but I can hear the truth." I left his condo, with teary eyes. I grabbed a taxi to bring myself home. I paid it all by myself, before entering our house, and there's my Papa, leaning on our main door, with his arched brow and serious face.
"You're late," he said briefly.
"I'm sorry." I looked down and tried to pass him, but I didn't succeed. He immediately held my elbow and gripped it tightly. "Aww," I whispered in pain. His nails sink, on my elbow.
"When are you going to learn what? You haven't, I realized." His voice was calm but hostile.
"Pa, get off me." I struggle but I can't cope. His grip was so tight and it hurt so much that I could almost soften it.
"Come here and I'll teach you a lesson!" he pulled me towards the library. He locked the doors.
"Mama! Manang!" I shouted repeatedly.
"All right, shout! Let's see if anyone can hear you." he pushed me on the swiveling chair. I tried to run, but he always catches me up! "You're too naughty!" he shouted angrily and slapped me, it was so loud that my lip almost bled. He walked towards the drawer near me, with the knife pointed at me.
"Don't you dare," he whispered. I closed my eyes, and let him tie me. "You'll surely get addicted to this." I heard him, unbuckling his belt.
"No, no, no. Please, no, pa." I beg.
"You won't stop me." he threw his pants where before approaching me, he was only wearing boxer shorts now.
Ma...
"You will like this, honey." he ripped my blouse, my bralette showed up in front of him.
"Pa, please, no."
***
I was crying all the time, while he's doing all that shit to me. Crying, and shouting from the pain, I've been feeling down there. I knew I wasn't dreaming, it was happening. I felt so tired, my head fell on the sofa, as he carried me and lay down there. My feet and hands were still tied up. I don't have any energy to fight for myself.
He sat down, beside me. He caressed my cheeks, drawing lines using his finger. I'm still naked, my hair is messy, and my body seems reddish.
"Don't tell anyone about this, baby, or I'll kill you and your mom."
"I will tell them!" I shouted bravely. "Ah!" he mercilessly slapped me a few times before, gripping my chin tightly and lifting it so that we could see each other correctly.
"Do it, if you can." he's threatened.
*BEEP**BEEP*
"Fix yourself, you won't eat dinner today. Go straight to your room." he untied me and left me alone there.
I was fifteen at that time when my Papa raped me.