Family Untied

"Puta..." Miguel said as he took another swig from the bottle of liquor he was holding.


He was trying to wriggle the set of keys he has inside his tightly-fitted denims but has difficulty grabbing them.


"Puta." He cussed again without inhibitions. His voice, louder than the last.


He was drunk, again. His face flush and mood, irritated. One last time, he tried to wriggle the keys from his denim.


"Puta!" He screamed out loud but it was no use, he was too nauseous and too dizzy to even fit his whole hand inside the denim.


With rage building up inside and his insistence to lay on his bed while his head throbbed aimlessly, he banged their gate with the might he had.


And with that he waited for some one to open their gate. Several minutes passed and no light turned on from their dining room.


He banged their gate again with much brute and force, nearly chipping a small portion off their cream-colored gate. He was already furious, downright furious.


For another couple of minutes he waited observantly, keeping his hearing intact and his eyes keen - a tiptoe on the stairs, a flick of a light, an opening of their front door.


Tap, tap, tap. The light footsteps were heard from where he was standing. It was streaming down from their circular stairs, foot after foot on wood, it made its way down to their dining hall in no time.


Miguel glanced who that person is. He couldn't quite figure out the ghostly silhouette.


If it is the influence of alcohol or the tiredness he consumed clubbing or the drugs he sniffed earlier, he does not know.


If it is the father he had always hated, the mother he had always despised, the sister he had always envied, or their maid he had always mistreated, he had no clue.


"Who the f*** is that?"


"Is that person coming towards the door?"


"Why won't it hasten up and open the damn gate!"


Squinting more, Miguel, was still not able to recognize the figure.


While the whitish figure was slowly, painfully, unlocking the wooden door adorned with asymmetric carvings. And the grand door creaked eerily letting a cold, gust of wind kiss the man waiting impatiently outside.




Part 1