CHAPTER TWO
"What happened next?"
"I'm already tired boy, I just want to rest."
My lolo's brain never fails him telling memories though age drags him in bed. I asked him for a memoir, but he prefers himself saying words instead.
Living a simple life in a province surrounded with dancing greens and fresh air will skip you from the exhaustion in the city. It feels like soul is being renewed of its silence and peacefulness, yet boredom will simply kills you softly.
That's why I make myself busy cooking my loved adobo and as I open the other fridge, it welcomes me the overcastting fruits and I found no alcohol which I seek. It thinks me driving to the nearest mini mart for some stock.
The store is not that fancy as the city's, but goods are almost all present in enough stocks. As I grab some snacks and alcohol, someone in my front shelves pinned my attention. She's already a while watching me, but I just ignore it for no one recognizes me in this far. When my basket weighs enough to cost me picking some, I manage to drag the basket to the counter, but a metal in my waist stop me from moving.
Wait, I think it's a gun. "Who's t-h-e...?"
"Hi Charles, it's been a while. How are you?"
"Joyce? What the f-u-c-k! Remove that gun."
"Don't make any noise, I'm no more patient, or else I will release this in any second."
"Okay fine, let me first pay these." Calmly said.
"Good! But I'll be with you Charles."
Joyce guards me along the exit towards the car. As we're close, another face is there; it's Vincent! Oh, it never surprise me anymore and I guess troupes are also inside the car. What a coincidence; I hope it is just a damn coincident reunion and not a well-planned trick.
Faces are then my life's saviour I thought. They were just strangers and then later tied myself with them.
That was on my third year in my course when I almost got failed of all my subjects just because of a relationship breakup for things were already toxic. It was just that, I was being cheated with the girl I really loved the most. Insane right?
The team were there and it was Vincent reached out me on a table in a bar. He friendly forced me joining their table and I was convinced. They were familiar to me in the campus, but that was my first face-to-face encounter with them. Though they were just random friends, but I have still joined them since it was a breakthrough of my life to a miserable one. We were totally had fun that time considering powders and syringe of different dosages exactly illuminated us how to feel like being differently happy.
It happened on a VIP room reserved for us in the bar, so unbounded agenda were easily got in no fear. When I am almost consumed by the drugs and the alcohol, things were just in slow motion and in blurry resolution. I remembered Joyce managed herself taking chance of my unconsciousness; she touched and kissed me down to something else private.
Our friendship has started rooting that time and extremely in the following weeks, months and year. I did not finish the semester and took time with them. Hang out, smoke, drug, sex and ran my family's eyesight which literally a contrast of my previous life.
One rainy evening, in the middle of our session, the music was loud, voices were dancing in joy and I thought everything seemed stable, but it wasn't. We were ten in the compound; Joyce was lying on me in the long couch being tired from sex and from everything. Arnold and three of us continued themselves enjoying the drugs while others were having their pair in a corner doing same except Vincent.
He just took small quantity of drugs enough to manage him seeing the clock and guarding the case of money. I guessed, at exactly 12:00, our big boss will grab it here, as usual. That was their job, eventually mine as well, but I exclude myself from any negotiation; I hate responsibilities after all!
Arnold that time excused the group and urinate outside the compound, suddenly just returned informing us that cops were heading to us in not that far. Everybody took nothing in fright except Vincent holding the case and ran to every hole they thought an exit.
I was just in short boxers, while Joyce was still totally naked and it fears her running that way. Since there was no other safe door out, while she managed herself dressed, I punched and tried to pull off some wooden wall near the small kitchen. After seeing a way, I first took Joyce even if she just put her panty on, because the hole was a bit high for her to climb by herself.
Good thing that Joyce managed to escape, and as I stepped down the hole, I accidentally held a broken glass and it bleeds enough to worry me. Joyce called me to jump, but I just took a glance of the wound and closed my fist to stop the severe bleeding that will definitely cause me to collapse in any moment; but it's too late. I wasn't collapsed yet, I'm not that weak for that, but the cops were fast as expected.
"Don't move! Put your hands at the back." It screwed and I was not really expecting it, but it just happened quickly.
When I was chained by the officer, I heard continuous shots and it played in my mind asking myself, who? Since I already knew my troupe has gone easily.
There was exchanging of gun shots, more and more! I presumed I was rescued by the goodly agents sent by God, but it just smiled me no more, since I knew life was not that good to me and for sure there was no better than the cops, because angels never used guns, I guessed. We were just unruly spoiled citizen really far from heavenly rescue.
The officer held me tight and tried to bring me in fight and I was worried. I was not a shield, nor a bullet proof, but just a plain formed flesh instead. As he pushed me through, I have seen men in black suits which were responsible in rescuing me. When the officer was sighting for a subject to shoot, I stepped back and intentionally kicked him towards the area which brought him killed.
I stayed myself behaved and almost tend saying words honouring them for that awesome rescue, but instead an iron-liked fist landed on my celebrity liked-face! Anyways that latter was just my opinion. Of course, visions turned black. Do you imagine that harsh?
"Hey Charles, what's up? Can't you just move and talk like we're here?" Vincent added.
I am just standing firm reminiscing my life before with these traitors. These, since everyone is still freshly hell as we met before a year now.
"Where are we heading to, my friends?" Sarcastically thrown question with them.
"Oh, don't be too hard darling, did you miss me? Have you missed my kiss, my body?"
"Wow Joyce, what a word. Impressive! I am now convinced. You have changed!"
"Yes! I am now changed, look, no eye brows, no make-up, new hair style, new lifestyle, do you like it? Don't you?"
She has changed as she thinks, but I still smell the worst in her, oh... to all of them to be exact.
After that night we were raided and eventually I was wrongly saved I thought; I realized I have found a soul ties that I never ever dream to have again.
When I opened my eyes, I was in an old room and I guessed a dead building for I saw the clouds in enough heights. The room was just a storey more before rooftop I think; I was unchained, but tightly tied my hands in a chair touched the wall and it scared me because I was not prepared yet with it.
