13

"Come and eat, Herra." It was Daddy, calling me to go back to my seat.

I shook my head without looking back at him.

"Herra, baby."

"Herra, come here and eat, we're starving." It was Feya.

"You can eat without me. Do I have your hands?" I said, smirking.

I turned the page of my book, look at them and raise an eye brow to them.

"Go back here." The authority sound of dad came. It was scary before but now it sounds ridiculous.

"Do I need to repeat myself again, dad?"

"Herra." Right at this moment, it was mom.

I look at mom.

She looks mad, but I ignore that.

I know that she understands me well. I had no words to explain from any one because they understands me so well. They knew me.

"Come back and eat."

"Mom!" I shouted.

"I said, get back here and stop being rude." I immediately turned my gaze to my mom, that looks so mad, which she never did to me. It was the first time.

And I felt like I was the bad guy.

In fact, I wasn't.

"I don't want to eat mom!"

I stood up, took my phone and walked up to the door. I held the knob and when I was about to open the door, mom grab me on my wrist, forced me to face her and a loud sound of slap on my face had came along.

I was stunned. I can't even move. It was all blank.

The only thing that was on my mind is that, my mom slapped me on my face. And pain of my right cheeks doesn't even matter. It hurts more than the physical pain in my cheeks.

My mind is like "I have been slapped" "She hits me"

I held my cheek and looks at my father who had stood up and the faces of other three who got shock.

The door had opened and Justine came after. He was dumbfounded about what was happening so he stood behind me and exchanges words with Nathan.

But my mom..

My mom is standing in front of me, looks directly at my eyes without any remorse, and said, "I don't raise you to be this rude."

And a tear came rolling down of my cheeks.

It was pain.

"So you're okay eating with those people who shattered our hearts into pieces?" I asked, sobbing.

"Should you be thinking about that when you're starving, Herra?"

"Yes I do!" I shouted with a cracking voice. "If doesn't hurt your pride mom, then I do." I added.

"You're so unfair, Dad. You're so unfair." I said, wiping out the tears on my cheeks.

"Stop blaming your dad." My mom said.

I shook my head, I've got disappointed. How can she tell me that? I mean, out of all the people who were hurt by what my father did, how do those words come out of her mouth?

"What?"

"He didn't do anything bad, Herra. So don't be rude and eat." She calmly said, walks to the seat she was sitting.

I smirked between the sobs, "You are acting so tough. You're acting like it's okay. But I wasn't like you, mom."

"I didn't say it's okay, Herra. Get back here and don't let the food wait. After you've eaten you can act up and be a brat again."

I chuckled.

"I'll eat when Lovely is gone."

"HERRA!" Dad shouted and walked up to me, he was about to slap me too when Nathan held his hand.

"Don't stop him." I coldly said, "Let him slap me."

"No.."

"I said, let this guy slap me!"

It was then when I realized Feya is beside me and she's the one who slap me. I chuckled when I felt her hand on my left cheek.

See? I was the only person who's rude, bad, ill-mannered and such. Everyone will think I'm just acting up.

"I know that it's unfair, but I never thought it was beyond that." I smiled, wiped the tears and took my phone and wallet. "But I need to tell you this. I'm not rude. The really rude is you, Dad. How can you bring that woman here without thinking about us? or even about mom?"

I took my backpack that was on the side. Equipped with clothes even if it's messy. Nothing else came to my mind but "I have to get out of here".

"Not because I won't be here long enough, you can ignore my feelings. Not because I am sick, you can disrespect and invalidate me."

"Where are you going?"

I ignored Feya's question and took a jacket. I didn't have anywhere in mind to where I want to go and think. What matters the most is that, I need to think and be alone. I need time so these things that happened would sink in into my mind. Carrying my backpack, I went out. Not sure where to go. I don't even know if I will last a few more days wherever I end up without my medications.