It’s not like… I don’t have time for you. I was just… I was just working hard for you… so I could give you a better future, Trisha.
"How did you know about me being a teacher in your school and what are you doing here?”
“We’re actually here… because of Trisha Delgado who went missing ten years ago. It's your daughter's name, am I right, ma'am”
Romina was surprised at how Luciel managed to know the poltergeist's name.
But of course, she shouldn’t get surprised about this stuff because Luciel can do anything since he’s a demon, to begin with.
It seemed like Theresa was surprised after hearing that familiar name from the kid in front of her that she couldn’t help but tear up. “H-How did you… how did you know about her? Did you-did you meet her?”
Romina automatically looked at Luciel as the latter stared intently at the lady in front of them.
“Luciel, why is she asking us that? Did she really know that her daughter died?”
Luciel nodded at the lady. “Yes, we met her.”
“Here. Have some juice and snacks.”
Romina immediately bowed and thanked the former teacher while Luciel nodded and stared at her. Theresa sat in front of them and sighed. It took her a second to start speaking. “My daughter Trisha and I were the only ones living in this house along with her nanny. Ever since my husband died, I am one who worked for a living and raised her as well. I stood up as both her mom and dad. Ten years ago… Trisha suddenly disappeared. I was thinking that it’s not her thing to run away since first, she’s just a ten-year-old kid and even if she’s intelligent enough to decide for herself at a young age, I am certain that she will never, ever think of running away but… she did. I spent all these years searching for her that I even quit the job that I love the most just to search for my only daughter but I never found her, up until now. I really filled with so many regrets and kept on blaming myself for why I didn’t give her the attention that she wanted until she disappeared like that." She started to sob as she spoke. "My child, she's such a sweet, loving, and a cheerful kid. I kept on blaming myself how our relationship fell out like that."
Romina and Luciel looked at each other.
She didn’t know what happened to her child.
“And when you said that you met her, you have no idea how I felt so happy about it. I badly want to see her which I know she has already grown up. I wanted to see her so bad and I want to say everything that I wanted to say and apologize for everything that I did to her in the past…” Theresa’s tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. “I just want to see Trisha again.”
Romina and Luciel looked at each other again and since they couldn’t talk because Theresa was in front of them, Luciel used telepathy for the both of them to talk mentally without getting Theresa’s attention.
“Are you seriously planning to tell her that Trisha died and became a poltergeist tormenting student?” Romina asked him.
“You said you wanted to help that poltergeist so here we are. This is the only way for that poltergeist to be at peace because it’s her anger towards her mother that is the only reason why she couldn’t go to the afterlife,” Luciel told her.
“Yes, yes I know but... I am concerned about what Ma’am Theresa will feel if she’ll know about what happened to Trisha.”
“She deserves to know that Trisha is already dead—” Luciel suddenly stood up which made Romina and Theresa look at him. “Oh, f**k!”
“Luciel?” Romina called him.
“I-Is there something wrong?” Theresa couldn’t help but ask.
Luciel side-eyed Romina before he spoke to her mentally. “f**k! I didn’t expect they’ll come after her! We need to hurry up! Tell Theresa we need to see her child before it’s too late!”
Romina stood up and looked at Theresa who’s now looking at them in a confused expression. “We-We’re actually here to fetch you, Ma’am Theresa since we’re going to meet your daughter, Trisha.”
“Why?! What’s happening?! I am so confused as well right now?!”
“If we didn’t hurry the f**k up,” Luciel looked at her. “The reapers are on their way to get her. Trisha will be dragged to hell.”