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"Where are you?" I heard Uncle Chrollo's voice on the other line. I took a step away from my friends at ibinalik sa tenga ko ang phone.

"I'm with my friends," I answered. "I can't be with you tonight, Uncle."

"Fuck all that 'Uncle' talk," he said. "Need money?" I rolled my eyes. I get where this conversation is going.

"Yes, another thirty thousand, to be precise."

"Then get your ass over here and I'll give you money, you little bitch."

I waved goodbye to my friends pagkatapos nila akong ihatid sa bahay ni Uncle Chrollo. Alam na ng mga kaibigan ko kung saan ako ihahatid sa

tuwing ganitong inaabot ako ng gabi dahil madalas akong magpahatid sa bahay niya. And my parents know where I am sa tuwing hindi ako uuwi sa bahay. That brat probably went to her uncle's house again, I can almost hear my Mom's voice.

Dire-diretso lang akong pumasok sa loob ng bahay ni Uncle Chrollo. Nang makarating ako sa loob ay nakaupo lang siya sa sofa, with a bucket of Maltesers beside him at nanonood ng TV. He glanced at me and motioned at me to sit beside him, pero ang ginawa ko lang ay ibinaba ang bag ko sa tabi niya at umupo malayo sa kanya.

"What gives?" he said with his brows furrowed. He continued munching on his chocolate candies at ibinalik ang atensyon sa telebisyon.

"Money," I said. "Give me money."

He swallowed what he was eating and started licking his fingers. I looked away. Nakita ko sa gilid ng mata ko na pinunasan nya ang kamay niya kaya naman napatingin ako.

My eyes widened, "What the hell, Chrollo?"

He chuckled as he continued wiping the chocolate off his fingers, using my underwear.

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