Book Of Unknown

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Bellia’s Point Of View

What’s just happened? What happened and what did they do to me while I was unconscious before? Why do they have to do this to me? Why did they have to open my wound so badly?

I could not get out of the bed I was lying on because my nurse handcuffed me. My two feet and both my hands were handcuffed. I almost shed tears because I couldn't believe it would happen to me today.

The white curtain wrapped around the bed I was lying on made a barrier for me. Masking tape was given to my mouth so I could not ask for help and no one could hear me. I also heard that the nurse closed the door of this clinic without even wrapping a bandage around my wound so the blood would not stop coming out.

I heard Gabriel’s voice recently but he couldn’t even see me or make sure I was okay with my condition now. Why didn’t he pick me up and run me out of the clinic? If he had a reason why he didn’t do that I wouldn’t be able to believe it anymore.

I can’t help but remember the times we were abroad so that I could finish elementary and high school there. I almost wanted to speed up the time and the passing of the day just so that I could go home and see him with my own eyes. We stayed there, on our return here to the philippines we heard that grandma was taking care of him, due to the fact that his mother had passed away at the age of forty-seven.

It was as if all the endurance and my eagerness for us to come back here seemed like it was just nothing to him, my desire was for him to save me and for him to protect me. I insisted on going to college here so that I could keep up with him, and so my mommy and daddy agreed because it was my first time to make a decision that I wanted to be granted by them.

I close my eyes as I see my tears welling up as I stare at the ceiling, I let them drip and savor the silence that envelops the interior of the room. I heard the door open and wiped away my tears with my right wrist. I took a long-breathe as I closed my eyes to calm and stop my tears to drop.

I heard the curtain open and someone sat on the bed by my side. I couldn’t open my eyes because of the nervousness I was feeling.

“Hey, Belle.” He caresses my arm.

I opened both my eyes when I heard his voice next to me. I saw him sitting next to me while caressing my arm. He was carrying a bandage and a wet handkerchief that he had placed on the bedside.

He stroked my cheek. “How’s your feeling? Aren't you dizzy anymore?” He asked.

I just stared him in the eye, I examined them and made sure he was concerned about me and how he would speak and the way he caressed my cheek.

I nodded, “Yes. I’m feeling well. The wound on my palm just hurts. I would like to ask what’s on my wrists and feet, Gab. Tell me, what are they for?”

He made no expression, just tightened his jaw and removed his hand from my cheek. He took the wet handkerchief and cleaned my bloody wound.

I grabbed my hand where there was a wound so that he wouldn’t clean it and he would answer me. “You’re not Gabriel. Who are you?"

He tried to remove my grip on my hand and I will admit that his force was strong so he opened it and cleaned it. He frowned as he cleaned my wound without a word coming out of his mouth.

Kumunot ang aking noo dahil sa puot. “What the f**k, Gab? What is wrong with you? How could you let them do this to me, huh? Who are you? Why didn't you protect me? How could you not protect me this time, Gab? I’m freaking out here for a couple hours! You know that, huh? How could you be so heartless, Gab?”

My tears dropped after I scolded him. He didn’t utter a word, as if he did not hear me, he just continued to clean my wound and then to put a bandage on it.

My two eyebrows meet because I don’t understand him now, I don’t know if he really is it, or he’s already losing himself. I watched his two eyes move as he bandaged my wound. I couldn’t examine his eyes because I was feeling dizzy.

He placed the remaining bandage and the handkerchief on the table near him and he turned his gaze to me as there was sticky blood on his hand. “I have to let them, Belle.”

I had no answer to what he said because of the hatred that enveloped my heart now, I laughed for no apparent reason. I can’t help but blink because of his answer which is confusing my mind right now.

He touched both my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead, “I have to, Belle. I do deserve the anger you feeling right now because of me, Belle. But, please, believe me, I just want to protect you.” He adduced.

I stared at him with his two eyes now I could see the sadness in him, “Why? Why, Gab? Why? Do you think you just protected me? You think you are my hero now? Can’t you see this wound? This f*****g wound, huh? I can’t breathe, Gab. I hope you think first about what will happen to the decisions you make for yourself. ”

She nodded, “No, Belle. No. I did it for you, they pushed me.” He murmured.

I lip my lower lip to stop my tears dropping. “They pushed you? You shouldn’t have insisted, Gab. If you really have a mind, you can think that. I hate you for being goddamn selfish. I hate you for not protecting me. I hate you from not being there when I needed you the most. You made a decision that you couldn’t have imagined that the outcome I wouldn’t like. I do f*****g hate you from being a selfish, Gabriel Rivalde Escobar.”

He didn’t utter a word and he just bowed, he took something out of his pocket and I saw that key. He stood up and then removed the handcuffs on my two wrists and on my two legs. I watched him do what he did and went to my side, but it never sat down again, but he just stood by my side curtain.

He toyed with the key he was holding. “I… I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you, Belle. Forgive me.”

I sat down and then leaned my back against the wall. I grabbed both my wrists which were red from the tightness of their handcuffs on it. I hugged my two knees while one hand caressed both my legs.

He tried to grab my shoulder but I pulled it away from him. “Forgive me, Belle. Forgive me.”

I couldn’t stop my tears from dripping as I hugged my two knees. I bowed my head and pressed my two feet together. My crying was painful but weak and I knew he could hear me.

He caressed my back and I had the courage to remove his hand with my arm, but for now he would not consent that he would not hold me, he forced himself to hold and caress my back as I slapped his chest. He put his one knee on the bed as he fought me.

Men are actually stronger than women. He wrapped his two arms around me and locked my fighting two hands earlier with him, I was no longer able to move it because he locked it properly. He also wrapped my head around his chest and caressed it.

The way I cried was even more hurt when he buried his head in my neck, “I deserve that anger, Belle. I’m really sorry,” he said and I felt him kiss my head as he caressed it.

I was unable to hug him because of my hesitation. He tightened his grip on me even more and adjusted his shoulder so that I could rest my head on it.

I calmed myself down from crying because of his tight hug. I could almost feel his heartbeat, fast and heavy. He struggles to catch his breath as his heart beats fast.

I put my forehead on his shoulder and bent down and looked at my bandaged hand. I caressed it and closed my eyes to my thoughts of what could possibly happen to me after this incident.

He kissed my head once again and buried himself in my shoulder again. “I do care about you, Belle. Always.”

I shuddered as I closed my eyes to what he said. “I hate you.”