YAGO ALCIDES. f**k, I really hate my name. Sa tuwing naririnig ko ang pangalan na iyon ay naaalala ko ang mga pang-aasar sa akin ng ibang tao. Sure, if my family joke about what was my situation—being hidden to my father for a long time, it was funny and all. Pero kapag nakisali na ang ibang tao na akala mo ay alam ang kuwento ng buhay ko, that f*****g pisses me off.
I don’t care if my family will make fun of me, I treat that as a joke, but if other people try to pull that s**t off, I f*****g break their necks—just like now.
“What did you do, Yago?” Zeke asked me while eyeing the dead body in front of me.
“The guy made fun of my name. He f*****g mocked me, Zeke. It pissed me off so damn hard, I broke his neck which caused him to die. Not my problem.” But I don’t feel any remorse nor re
