ESCAPE
(Part 2)
That walk towards the parking lot felt like thereâs a ticking time bomb in her head - until they finally reached the car.
âWhen is Aunt coming?â 00:15
âOh, she sent me a textâŠâ 00:12
â..she said that sheâs still having trouble shopping.â 00:10
âShe will just wait for me here..â 00:05
â..to return from my errand.â 00:03
RUN. LEAVE NOW. RUN. RUN. PLEASE! PLEASE!!!!
But she didnât.
She trusted him up to that point. 00:01
Until she froze again like the heavy traffic outside the car. 00:00
She wanted to break loose from that seat belt and from his touches. She tried her best to lean and look away. She wanted to clearly show him that she doesnât want what is happening.
For once, she wanted to fight back and run at the same time.
She wanted to open that car door with all her strength and being.
She wanted to escape the car and from his lustful eyes.
For once, she wanted to scream and shout for help. This time, not just in her mind.
She wanted to get out. She doesnât care anymore if a car hits her.
She would rather die.
But she didnât.
Until now, she didnât know why. All she remembers were the questions in her mind. What can she possibly do now? Does she have any choice? It was all her fault, right?
The moment she got off that car, she made a decision never to trust him again; that what just happened wonât happen again. âIsaksak niya sa baga niya yung pasta at kotse niya!!!â Thatâs whatâs screaming in her mind but why is she crying? Why are these tears falling?
No. She canât cry now. No one should know about what happened.
And that was what she hoped.
A week after, she went home and was greeted by her motherâs furious face. Whatâs on her mom's hands almost gave her a heart attack.
They were two framed photos of her, eating pasta.
âWhat are these!? Why did your uncle sent these!? Did you meet him?â
âI told you to stay away from him!!â
âAre you really that foolish? Come on, you should be wise! You should not trust people easily! So what do you think happens now, huh? You really want to ruin my relationship with your aunt??â
âYou are so stupid! Donât dare tell anything about this to your dad.â
Then thatâs when she ran and tried grabbing the frames from her momâs hands. She's going hysterical. She wanted to smash them with her bare hands and use the broken glasses to slash herself but her momâs grip was too tight. She felt sheâs going crazy with so much anger inside her. She hates her uncle. She hates her mom. She hates herself. She hates everyone.
She slumped on the floor. Bawling. Screaming. Hitting the floor with her bare hands. Maybe somehow the pain can go away with every hit.
Would things be different if she didnât go with her mom to do the laundry at her auntâs house 10 years ago? âŠif she was not alone in that living room? âŠif people did not lose sight of her at her grandparentsâ house? âŠif her 10-year old self realized that something wrong happened and asked for help? ...if she felt that someone cares for her? âŠif someone reached out and helped her realize that she was sexually abused and that she needed help? âŠif someone supported her and strongly advised her that going near the abuser again is dangerous? âŠif someone helped her realize that itâs more important to protect herself first rather than others?
Her tears falling but her eyes blankly staring on the floor.
Written: 30 May 2020















