My tears flowed down as I am staring at my wedding ring.

I don't clearly know why our special day has to be ended like this. I mean, after he gave his vows to me, why does he have to do that to me?

He loves me, he does. But, why the fuck did he cheated on me? Worst of all, with my best friend.

What kind of love he had for me?

Damn it!

I wipe out my tears, and took another bottle of beer, and drank it.

I am right here in our resort bar, at Tagaytay.

With so much anger and pain I felt, I decided to go in here. I didn't inform anyone that I am here. I want to be alone.

"I am cursing them forever! I hate them! I hate them!" I yell while crying out. I feel so much dizzy with the alcohol that flowed in my body, however, I still want to drink.

"Give me another bucket! Hurry up!" I commanded.

"Yes, Miss." The waiter says, in shivers.

My phone keeps ringing. It was my fucking asshole cheater husband.

I off my phone.

"You fucking jerk!" I cry out while drinking.

Remembering what they did to me, it feels like I'm being stab hundreds of knives.

It really hurts. It is really... hurts me.

"Miss. Cindy, can you manage?" Sirene ask me as I stood up. She is one of our waitresses here.

"Yes, I can manage. Don't worry about me." I say even though m eyes were spinning and my head was heavy that at any moment I am going to fell off. "Anyways, make sure that no one knows I'm here. Okay? Even my parents, and my husband--- Brandon. Do you understand?" I pointed her using my index finger.

"Yes, Miss. Cindy. I understand."

"Good. I'm leaving now." Then I walk, going outside.

I try hard to walk properly, but there are times that I stumble upon the sand. It's not easy to walk when you are drunk, seriously. Because with each step you take, you feel dizzier.

I pat my forehead hardly and pinch my cheeks for me to get back on my senses.

Why did I drink too much? Argh.

Silly me. That is because I am fucking hurt. Fucking hurt.

Nonetheless, I didn't feel any pain in my chest right now because I feel so much cold. It was then the cold wind that comes from the sea.

I breathe deeply, covering my body using my arms.

I want to cry, but it seems there were no tears coming out in my eyes.

My eyes feel drowsy already, huh.

Again, I exhaled and I feel the pain in my chest again. I feel like I'm being stabbed with a hundred knives.

For this moment again, I found myself sitting on the sand, and cry.

'I really hate you, Brandon! I hate you so much, you jerk!'

"Hey, Miss." I suddenly stop crying when a stranger guy approached me. He's not alone. He is with his colleagues.

"Who are you?" I ask, in shudders as I stood up.

Oh god, I hope I am not in trouble right now. Please.

"Relax. Don't cry, Miss. We won't hurt you." The other guy says, while his eyes landed on my body.

"I have to go." I wiped out my tears then I was about to walk away when one of them grabs my arm.

"Where are you going?" He asks while laughing, his two colleagues laugh along with him too.

They look drunk. No, they're drunk.

I wiggle my arm to slip out on his grip. This is embarrassing. They didn't know me.

"I know you guys are drunk. I think, you better go. Littering is not allowed at this rate of the hour." I voice out calmly, but they just laugh at me.

"Who told you that we are drunk? TSS. We are not drunk." The guy who has messy hair.

"Yeah. We're not drunk, Miss." The other one, who is wearing a blue T-shirt added, and the other one was about to grab my arm again, but I already avoided it.

"You should go, guys, before I will go to report you to the guard," I warned them but again, they laughed at me.

So fuck up.

Shaking my head, deciding not to waste my time with these bastards, I turned my back on them and was about to walk away but again, one of them grabs my arm and kissy neck.

The hell!

"Hey! Let me go! Let me go, you bastard! Ahh!" I outcry while hitting them, but they pulled me to a dark place. One of his companions covered my mouth, and another man was trying to pull out my shorts.

No! No! Help me! Help me! Brandon! Brandon!

My tears flowed down again because of the fear I felt, and the drunkness I felt disappeared immediately.

I wiggle myself, trying to escape to them, but shit. I cant. I cant.

Help me!

"Let her go!" A rough voice came out from out of nowhere, causing these three guys to stop harassing me. They throw me, and I fell off down on the sand. My dress is messed so I cover up myself with my arms.

Just then, a guy from a distance showed up.

"Let her go, I said!" He shrieked.

"Who are you!" The guy in messy hair asks him.

"Tch! You should go, man before I will go to hit you." The guy who tries to pull off my short say, then he raised his right hand with a bottle of beer.

"Stop it! Stop it, please!" I scream while crying.

"Shut up you, girl. We will just go kill this bastard so that we can have fun continuously." The messy hair guys say while laughing, but I was shocked when I saw himself lay on the sand.

The strange guy who just showed up suddenly kick his cheek. He then punched the other guy who was making fun of me. After he finished them, the three men ran off.

"Are you okay, Miss?" He asks me as he bends his knee in front of me. My whole body is shivering in fear that I felt so I didn't give him an answer, instead, I hug him and cry out loud.

"I'm so scared! I'm so scared!" I cry out, my body is still shuddering.

"Don't cry. You are safe now." He hugs me.

Whoever this stranger man, I really owe my life to him.

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