Chapter 17

Isabellas Pov***

The clouds were as dark as the heavy rain will about to fall, the blow of the wind crashes to the window of the Chariot I've been.

I was on my way, going home after church, I also had done visited the special place I always love to go too, the river was as calm as the blue skies this afternoon, but it took me other direction to realized that it was only that place calmness lives.

We are not on the same direction we had, I know it was something I am not familiar too.

Where are we going? I'd asked my driver on what direction I will be going too, I know it wasn't the direction that leads me back home.

I'm sure you weren't familiar to these, right?

What are you talking about? Can you please take me out from here and get back to the same direction we always do.

No, I can't because I need you for me to get absolve.

What do you ?

I wasn't able to finish what I'm talking too because I saw three strangers wearing a black clothing, faced and slapped me. They are wearing over all black clothes to hidden their identities, even if there faces were covered.

What do you need from me? I don't know what I did to you for me to be hurt this way!

They were laughing at me, I tried not to let them feel I'm scared enough, with some time I had been with Senor Armando, and for the past years we had been together, I remember what he shared to me and that was one of his self-defense techniques, I know it is something that can put my life at stake.

I wasn't sure on doing that, but I'm hoping that it's either I live or die.

And I need to live, that's all I know.

As the strangers continue coming to my direction, I held my self-defense on them, I saw the two person were down. And that I had been able to get up and run off quickly as I could.

I did all my best to run to the direction which they can't caught me. But unfortunately I was still caught by the person who were pretending my driver.

Where are you going binibini? didn't you missed me?

Who are you! I shouted him that way, I don't know someone I would be able to make such hurtful thing for me to pay for it.

Yes you're right! But didn't you remember what your father told to be same useless, no dignity, a father who lose his child at his second birthday? Didn't you recognized the person you had brought flowers on the funeral of that two-year old child?

I just remembered everything, I know it wasn't me and that I don't have any idea what was my father did to his child.

I know it hurts, but I wasn't the person you're looking for, I'm not like father.

But just like me, it was my son who had been suffered from the things he did for my family, and I want him to feel the same.

And before I kept myself running away from him, he pointed his gun on me, I tried to convince him, and that I know he is not a bad person.

I know you were not the same as what my father is, you were angry and that I know it was hurt the most to see your son killed infront of you.

I want to help you, but first let me go. .

He doesn't even shaken, he still continue pointing his gun on me, and that he tried to pull up my hair and that I am now closer to the gun.

I want you to know, my son is dead, and my daughter is missing.

How can you say you could help me, if your father is your biological and I was just a stranger?

How could you pay for a man's heart if you'll ever realized his kids have experienced that?

And I was just crying asking him for me to live, but he still insisted me to brought myself up back to the chariot.

I was out of my sight, the two boys I hurt earlier was with me, keep on slapping me, while the other was pointing me a gun.

The other trying to cut my clothes up, but the person I was with earlier told him not too.

I know he's not a bad person, I know he needs my help on the justice he was looking for.

But how can I do that when I'm on this state?

I had collapsed after the unknown kidnapper put anything on the handkerchief, the next situation I was unconscious.

I waked up inside a dark room with cockroaches coming in and out, It was a full dark room which I can only see one window, but it was all blurry for me. I even can't recognized the people outside either be I don't know whom who could see me that way. All I know is that they were just all the same people, suffering from the anger brought by one person, my father.

I still didn't know the whole reason, aside from the person who's holding back his grudges because of his child's life.

I still managed to put all the strength I had and saved once the strength I regain. I need to make a plan on how I can escape, just until I saw pieces of broken glasses on the floor at the right side of the table, I need to reached those enable for me to cut off the ropes I had on my feet.

I tried my best to cut off all those ropes on my feet and that even if it hurts me, I still managed not to make any noise, for them not to caught me. But when the rope is almost cut.. I heared a very loud noise coming from the people outside, that's when I realized that the people who were working there was a group of farmers, and that I can see them all now, noises were coming from the chariots of the group of militaries who were coming on the place, and that people were screaming and there is one person giving sickles to the farmers, they were shouting for "Freedom!.. Freedom for the people who had been rejected by the society!...." and the battle started there.

What are they doing? And I heard a noise coming from the same direction, I know it was coming from the gunshot of the militaries they encounter.

I was crying out loud there, hoping that these small farmers take their hands off the sickle, because I know that they might just hurt themselves and be killed if they insisted to fight for them. I tried my best to get up and that I need to put the blame on my own self from the things they experienced now, I saw children were crying, they were all devastated from all the loses they had, some were panicked, and other militaries were hurting the children inside of their homes.

The next part was something I didn't to imagine, I was on my way to the same direction, when the person I spoke with earlier was on my father's hand now, father was pointing him a gun and about to kill him at any moment.

A girl aged like 3 years old, was crying.. .

"Father I'm here... "..

And that Father had wiped the blood on his hand before pointing the girl, (the daughter of the farmer) the gun on his hand and Senor Armando was pointing the gun on the child's father.

Who are you to take my daughter? Who are you to hurt her!!?? I heard father was screaming on anger!

Is this what you want right? Is this the daughter which is gone missing? We hurt her, tortured and .. .

raped her.. .

That was the last word he left saying, I was seeing these situations very - very devastated.

I know how these people hurt me, but they didn't do that to me.. .

I screamed loudly with anger knowing that the person behind these cruel society is my father.

Father is still pointing the gun, this time on the child.

Senor Armando? I can't believe he's doing that.

TAKE OFF YOUR GUNS!!!!!!! I shouted them both but no one is even hearing me, Senor Armando was facing me now. The moment he pointed his gun on the father of the child, I feel like someone I didn't even know, the person I whom look up to whom I am expecting to protect our society, were the same person who would mercilessly would kill them.

Don't touch my daughter!!!!!!!!!!

As I get backward I feel the presence of a farmer holding the sickle, and that he was closed to my back now, he had forcely brought the sickle on my neck and anytime he would rather kill me, if no choice.

I feel those heavy grudges, those painful past that holding each other's back, the reason behind all of these ...

were anger!!!

DO NOT EVER-EVER TOUCHED MY DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!

Before he shoot the little innocent girl, I had put all my force to take away the sickles and arms of the farmer who will hurt me, I closed my eyes before I hugged her tight, I feel those bullets coming on my shoulders, it hurts me but I was not shaken, I was just afraid on how I could ever protect them all from these situations!

The last moment I remember, the child was gone too, his father was shot, and he was shot too by my father. The person who had attempt to kill me was killed too.

All I know is that I don't have enough strength, but I forced myself to run out of the direction we had. Senor Armando saw me that way, I had lot of bruises all over my body, and even a shot of gun on my shoulder. I am realizing that the person who promised me to protect me, was the same person who have killed the father of the child, father killed the innocent child.

There cruelty made me fear about myself, and the future society. I had been the product of such cruel family, who was thirst with power, money and position.

I run towards the rice plant field, I saw houses were all fired, and that I help some of the people coming out from it, there were helping me too, get up young lady.

"There'sa lot more to that, be strong".

the only thing which I remember is the old lady who was on her way getting out from the fire, children were crying and people were screaming for help.

I continue running towards out of directions where I can see peace and hope for people who were rejected by the society. And I saw Senor Fedel coming on my direction, I throw him bad hurtful words, but I know he is not one of them. The last thing I remember, I was collapsed.

Are you okay? Are you awake now?

A voice coming from unfamiliar place, an echo of such a bad nightmare coming in and out of my mind. And I was awake seeing the person, who made those nightmares for me.