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March 29, 2014 at 11:12pm
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March 27, 2014 at 12:20am
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Clarity: Chapter 27



Years ago, in an attempt to run away from her home and her father, Julie had done the unthinkable for her age. She had accomplished something depicted only in television shows. She had stolen the keys to one of her father’s many cars and driven it away. Far from being anywhere near proficient, or even good, at driving…it had taken Julie fifteen minutes to run the car off the road and into a power pole. She hadn’t been going particularly fast, just fast enough to dent the hood of the car pretty good and release the air bags.

I had almost broken my nose and collarbone. Someone passing had stopped, pulled me from the car and called an ambulance. Di nagtagal dumating din ang paramedics. They had strapped me to a gurney then driven off to the nearest hospital. All the while, my father remained under the assumption I was in my room. Akala niya I was crying off the painful, but truthful, words he had shouted at me. Whether he regretted them after he found out what happened was left to the imagination.

She thought about that memory as she trailed down the stairs.

You think I will allow you to succeed with your evil plans? Think again. I am no idiot sorry. I am Julie Anne San Jose. The lady who will never make your life easy.

Deciding to face her oppressors, she appeared at dinner. Much to their amazement, she sat herself down in her usual seat and ate every bit of food placed before her. The only person at the table she didn’t hate was no one.

Continuing to astound them, she brought up conversation and eventually led it to what kind of cars they drove.

“Mustangs are for bitches, do you know that?”

“Heard of that.” Tim agreed.

“So what about BMW?” Liz asked, much to her curiosity she unintentionally joined the conversation.

“Ahh. Easy peasy, BMW are for lazy suckers.”

Richard had rolled his eyes, “Childish analogy. It makes anyone look important.”

Julie didn’t drop her knife as she looked at him straight in the eyes, “Am I already driving you up the wall, Mr. Fuck-erson?”

Liz and Tim held their laughter and had focus on their food instead. While the man who was absolutely handsome in his suit looked pissed off, but his maturity quickly covered it.

“Not a chance.” He lied.

Liz cleared her throat to change the atmosphere, not the topic though, “I drive in style.”

“Shut up! You don’t even have a car.” Julie teased to grasp more information for her ultimate escape plan.

The older woman quirked an eyebrow, “FYI. I have a Jaguar in the multicar garage attached to the side of the mansion.”

“Now that’s cool.” Julie smiled, silently happy dancing in her mind.

“Thanks. Many really don’t know that I’m into cars as well.” Liz more than glad with Julie’s statement.

“And as to your FYI! Never expect that from you. OMG!”

Liz threw her a don’t-you-get-there look. It was Richard’s turn to feel the laughter bubble in tickling his stomach. Tahimik siyang napapangiti sa tuwing binabasag o iniinis ni Julie si Liz. She was the only who unleashed his cousin’s bad temper.

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Since she now knew she was absolutely not welcome nor wanted, Julie took inspiration for her previous indiscretion and swiped Liz’s purse.

“Bingo!”

Too comfortable in her own home, and not nearly suspicious enough of Julie’s behavior for the amount of disdain she had for the girl, Liz tended to leave her purse in one of three places. One was obviously her room, which was locked whether Liz was in it or not.

The other two happened to be the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and beneath the sink in the second downstairs bathroom. Knowing the purse was in the liquor cabinet, If I were to get it, it would put me in an even more precarious situation because either I’d look like I was stealing, or I’d looked like I was a teenage drunk.

Liz also had minute portions of possessive tendencies. With a Jaguar in the garage, she was not going to leave the keys to anyone but herself…probably Faulkerson too, but that was neither here nor there.

Julie had taken the keys and replaced them with some she had found hanging near the entry way to the garage. In addition to the keys, she had snatched one of Liz’s credit cards before replacing the purse in the liquor cabinet after the kitchen had cleared for the night.

Hiding herself away in her room, Julie used her laptop and Liz’s MasterCard to buy herself a one-way ticket back to the Philippines the next afternoon, “Fuckerson and Tim would be gone to a meeting. While the bitchy Liz is rumored to be visiting an old friend for lunch. So, I would be free to get herself out of dodge.”

Naghanda na si Julie na mag-impake. She had twice the amount of clothing now and struggled with what to take and what to leave. Garrett and Tara were tucked safely into her hand carry bag, along with the jewelry Richard had given her and never taken back, some make-up and a change of clothes. Her purse was neatly arranged with her billfold, passport and house keys.

The outfit she planned for the next day was a simple, but expensive, gray dress with a scarf and heels. Large sunglasses would hide the nervousness in her face and so long as she walked with a purpose, no one would turn their heads twice at her.

Her appearance would be neutral colored, indiscriminate but sleek and professional at the same time. She would appear as the person people most wanted to sit beside and least likely to bother. Just enough discretion to get her on the plane without hiccup and enough “Wow!” to get her bumped to first class, if need be.

“This would definitely be a two-hour adventure just to get out of this house, that’s for sure.” She sighed.

So, the rest of the evening was spent researching, recording and memorizing the trip from the mansion to the airport. Speed limits, turns and traffic conditions rattled around in her brain before she realized Liz’s car probably had a GPS of some kind.

“Shit! I missed considering that.” She pursed her lips, thinking how twice harder for it to escape, “Bring it on!”

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Cellphone alarm set, Julie laid in bed for many hours. Too excited to sleep for very long, she awoke hours before her plane would take off. She showered and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, which only served the purpose of decoy as she sat down to breakfast with Richard and Liz.

“So what I need to do while you’re all away for the day?” She asked what she was expected, playing her deception to its fullest.

Catching suspicion in their eyes, Julie shrugged, “What? Dad called last night and he wanted an update on how I was doing.”

“I’d give Sir Enrico a call later after the meeting don’t worry.” Richard said in full voice.

“You’d call him?”

“Yeah I thought you said he wanted an update?” He asked, slightly confused by her question.

“Yes,” Julie sipped water from the almost empty glass to calm her nerves, “I just hope your reports will be fair.”

By that point, Richard finished eating and had left the room leaving Julie somehow hurt.

Guess that would be our goodbye. Sweet mo ever Fuckerson.

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Julie became nervous the closer their departure came. She couldn’t leave until they were ten minutes gone. That gave the house enough time to quiet down, most of the staff taking lunch breaks when he was away, and created enough distance from their limo and the house to prevent them from doubling back and stopping her with any sort of accomplishment. So, she paced her room, anticipating two sets of cars driving off with their cargo and waited fifteen minutes before putting her plan into action.

Five extra minutes made the difference. She told herself, as she stepped into an absolutely silent hallway.

Shouldering her hand carry bag and purse, she escaped her room with one bag wheeling behind her. Just to be safe, Julie took the back stairway that led down to the kitchen. It cost her more time, but meant she would not encounter any lingering staff members. Though, she was sure not a single one was in the house and if they were, they weren’t on this side of it. Finagling her way into the garage, Julie’s heels clicked against the pavement until she came to the leaping figure of the Jaguar hood ornament.

She extracted Liz’s stolen keys from her purse and stared at the key pad as she hit the button to open the truck, “Oh c’mon. C’mon.”

She would not have the alarm blaring off because of nervous fingers. She popped her two bags into the trunk then shut it as quietly as possible.

Looking over her shoulders and around herself numerous times, she unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s side. She breathed in the smell of peonies, watching the air-freshener jingle from the reverberation of the shutting door. Anxiety and thrill bubbled in her stomach as she cranked the car. The revving of the engine flooded her bloodstream and she felt a new confidence borne inside herself.

Game’s over, suckers.”

In one fluid moment, she snapped a black Hermes scarf from her purse. In the airport, it would decorate her neck but for now it would cover the ostentatious sound of her red hair, which had been carefully styled for the occasion.

Isipin mo yun red hair ka na Julie. Haha”

Once the scarf was secure and hiding the crown of her head, most of the back too, she slid the large-rimmed sunglasses onto her neck. Had she bothered to find and wear black driving gloves, she would have resembled Audrey Hepburn of days so long gone by. She did look chic, though, with her fitted dress and black pumps.

Not wanting to waste anymore time admiring her Bond Girl alter-ego, she fastened her seat belt, punched the address into the built-in GPS and shifted the gear to drive, “Thank goodness that Elizabeth is too insecure to drive a standard transmission.”

She drove achingly slow out of the garage, tapping the garage door button hooked to the flip-down mirror. She braked long enough to plug her iPod into the stereo system and began the panic-attack inducing drive down the drive way.

Maybe it was the constant leaving of cars following Richard’s departure, maybe it was the lax attitude workers took once their boss was not in the vicinity of watching their work but whatever it was. Wohoo perfect! The guard at the gate barely glanced up from his book before hitting a key and opening the gates.

The guard gave a lazy wave as she pulled past him, murmuring something polite. She didn’t look back, turned right and pressed gently against the acceleration.

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-mS. G

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March 14, 2014 at 10:11pm
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February 17, 2014 at 12:23am
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Say Something

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

He waits for him to say something. He have bared his soul to her just moments ago as she stared at him in unaltered shock. His eyes stare down into her soft ones, begging her to say something.

I’ll be the one, if you want me to.

He tells him that he loves her, it’s not like the night months ago where he said that he would be her last love. He’s done with waiting, he wants all of her, if only she’ll let him.

Anywhere I would have followed you.

He tells her that he’ll go anywhere with her. That if she wants to live in Arctic then he’d gladly pack up his things and move with her. In a heartbeat, he’ll left his life back home for her.

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

He waits some more. He ignores the stinging and the pang in his heart that he usually feels whenever she doesn’t say anything. All his promises are unanswered. He tells himself to wait just a second longer.. that she’s so close to giving into him.

And I am feeling so small.

The silence around them is deafening. He can hear the birds calling to one another, the distant noise of busy streets, and the sound of incoming rain. All somehow says to hold on, don’t go yet.

It was over my head.

He silently regrets, that even though he has the world at his feet and everything he could ever need, he wishes that he should’ve never let her go.

I know nothing at all.

Her piercing gaze makes him feel like he’s two feet tall. Anger rolls off her in waves and he knows that she’s angry with him. He curses himself of how stupid he has been.

And I will stumble and fall.

He knows things won’t be perfect between them. He knows that he’ll stay something to upset her and that they’ll fight more often than not. He knows he’ll mess up along the way, push her buttons as she would inevitably push his. He’ll make mistakes, he knows that… but he’s willing to try for her.

I’m still learning to love.

This whole thing on love is new to him. These emotions within him are foreign and strange, but he’s starting to find himself opening up to the idea of love.. something so against his nature because he’ll do anything for her.

Just starting to crawl.

He likes the feeling of love. He likes the lightness in his chest, the fluttering in his stomach. He enjoys that when she’s near he loses all thoughts and all he sees is her. He loves her smile and her laugh, and the way she looks at him. He loves that she’s a fighter and admires her strength and that she has no complaint as to who she is. This love thing is new to him but if it means loving her than her thinks he could get used to the feeling.

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

He just wants her to say something. He’s growing tired of the way she’s staring at him. It feels like it’s been a century. He once said that he would wait forever for her, but now he realizes that today can be the start of their forever.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you.

He’s beginning to lose hope. Maybe she won’t love him, accept him, and grow with him. He has known this woman for years and he has fallen in love with her, something that he never thought himself capable of. He wants to say that he’s sorry for bothering her, for going after her, for finding her, but he will never be sorry for loving her.

Anywhere I would’ve followed you.

He reminds her of their trip around the world plans. Paris, Rome, Tokyo, all it takes is a yes from her and he’ll take her there, to the moon even. She crosses her arms around her chest, listening to her weakness.. His voice, his eyes, his smile, his everything.

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

She nods. Once. It’s barely anything and he hasn’t heard her voice yet. The sound that has lulled him to sleep for the past months as he played it over and over in his mind. Her laughing at his corny jokes, her yelling at him, her growling in frustration, even her weak pleas for help, it was set on a constant loop when he was alone.

And I will swallow my pride.

He wants to scream and shake her. Force her hand and take her away with him. He wants her to see that her life now won’t be enough for her. He bites his lower lip, letting her come to realize these things for herself. She’s the smartest and most intimidating for him, so he knows that the lady knows what’s best for her.

You’re the one that I love.

He smiles at her, just a small one as he comes to his closing argument. He reaches out, pushing a curl behind her ear, and says those three words. Plain. Simple. Never Easy tho. Her eyes close as her head leans into his open palm that is now resting on her cheek. She doesn’t reply. Her eyes open again and it’s brown ones meeting his. She looks apologetic. She can’t say those same words to him. He gets it.

And I’m saying goodbye.

He takes a step back, letting his hand to fall to his side. He nods once, offering a weak smile. He tells her this is goodbye. That he won’t bother her anymore. That he’s willing to move on with his life. He tells her he has responsibilities and dreams to achieve too. He doesn’t have time for love and that it’s bullshit. It’s a cheap shot. She doesn’t take the bait.

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

He begs her to argue with him. One last time. He wants to tell him that love isn’t bullshit, that he’s scared of getting hurt. Truth is, he’s not. He laid it all out on the line for her to get nothing in return. He pleads her to be stubborn this time. To say something. To tell him to shut up and let me do the talking. But she doesn’t. She knows that it’s goodbye. That she won’t see him again. He notices the conflicting emotions playing across her angelic face but she doesn’t give in. He needs to leave. He needs to give up on her before he breaks what is left of his heart. So he nods again, whispers a quick goodbye and turns around and leaves her standing there alone.

Say something…..

“Wait,” she whispers to the wind but it’s too late. He’s already gone.

-mS. G

P.S. That moment when you realize giving him up feels like a crime.

February 14, 2014 at 10:13pm
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Soooo cute!🐱😻

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9:32pm
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Anonymous asked: To say you'r like Martha Cecilia base on your ff's would be an understatement, mas magaling ka sa kanya!!! :) Happy Valentines Day!

Your TA and your POV kinda scare the hell of me. Haha Erm I may not know who Martha Cecillia is, I’d take an intelligent guess that she’s a writer, but wow! Too much flattery, dude. Hahaha What can I say other than, sweetest thank you and happy Vday! :)

-mS. G

P.S. Slow down. :*

February 7, 2014 at 10:04pm
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Anonymous asked: Have a good day.:)

How sweet. Thanks! :)

January 28, 2014 at 12:28am
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We don’t have to worry ‘bout nothing ‘cause we got the fire, and we’re burning one hell of a something…

-mS. G

P.S. ‘Chances are’ chap3 will be up in a moment. xo

January 25, 2014 at 10:17pm
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Hey. Hey! Hey!!

Once upon a time in the land of royals there was a lady who felt the urge of writing a new fanfic for her favorite ship and favorite people (the bentes of course). The day she had decided to clean up her closet was the very same day she knew she needed to get back to her well-loved world. So, she let her perfectly manicured fingers and sexy mind do the wonders. But then, she thought to herself, “it’s 2014, no bitch shall ruin my bente vibe.” And poof! A brilliant idea came on how to eliminate the witches, private blog. :)

Bentes, see you @ msg-hush.tumblr.com for our happily ever after – the DenLie way via ‘Chances Are.’

-mS. G

P.S. Hit me on twitter / TA for your exclusive pass. ;)

January 12, 2014 at 8:57pm
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