Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Twaine's Point of View :

I was happy to go home because it was finally okay. I have finally forgiven the person I first hated. I don't think I can do that despite what she did to me.

"Ma'am, you look so happy! Only now have I seen you like that again." Manang immediately noticed me. I just smiled at her sweetly because what she was saying was true. I now believe that when you forgive you will finally get rid of the pain you feel, the resentment, and most of all you will be happy.

I was destructed by the sudden ringing of my phone. I immediately shoved my cellphone into the shoulder bag I was carrying.

"Mo—mommy! I-i need you here, I'm scared, Mommy!" My knees seemed to soften because of my daughter's pitiful voice.

"Ba-baby, where are you? Where's your Daddy?" I almost cried when I asked her. But she had no answer, all I could hear was her sobbing until she was completely lost on the other line.

I felt so uneasy because of the possibility that my daughter is in danger. Her voice, and her cries, were so exhausting to listen to as a mother. I haven't wandered around yet. I immediately went to the garage and took my car. I need to see her. I need to assure that she's fine. I drove the car fast because if I didn’t do it I might get late. Maybe what pleases is bad for her. I'm scared.

While driving I couldn’t help but cry. My daughter's pitiful cries kept playing in my brain.

"D-don't worry, Baby, Mommy is coming." I'm trying to talk myself, imagining that I am saying those words to her.

"Argh! Why is it traffic now? Please, I'm in a hurry! Please!" I can't get stuck in this traffic. So, I decided to take the shortcut to Kyle's mansion. I smiled when I succeeded. I was only a few meters away from their house. Until...

"Ahh!"

BEEP-BEEP!

Immediately my vision blurred from what had happened. I was unaware of the upcoming tenth-wheeler truck. My heartbeat suddenly slowed. I also have difficulty in breathing.

"Mommy!"

"Twaine!"

I smiled after I saw my daughter and Kyle. Alexandra's wearing a light pink dress, while Kyle is wearing a red tuxedo. They look cute together, father and daughter.

"I-i love—"

"Sshhh, don't say a word, okay? We're close to the hospital. Please, Twaine? Fight for our daughter, please?" Tears streamed down Kyle's eyes one after another and flowed straight down his cheek. I wanted to wipe his tears using my hand but I can't move it.

"Mommy, please don't leave me, please? I promise to be a good daughter to you, Mommy, please?" Just like Kyle, my daughter begs me. But I can't say yes to them. I couldn’t help nor nod for them. I wanted to fight but I can't. Maybe this is where my life ends.

"I—i lo—love... yo—you," I was finally able to tell him how I felt even though it was so hard for me to utter those words.

"I love you too, Twaine, please don't give up." Kyle still couldn't stop crying. My heartbeat was faster until I couldn't even catch my breath. I felt my whole body stiffen and I could feel nothing.

Is this my end?