Frank’s Point of View
When I saw my mom lying on the floor, bleeding from her wounds and didn’t have enough strength to stand, my hatred towards my father went back. She’s crying silently because she doesn’t want anybody to know her suffering. But this must end.
“Come with me. Ma, please. Come with me,” I begged her. “Save yourself, Ma. You don’t deserve this.” I cried and begged her even more.
“He will kill us both. Umalis ka na Frank. Kapag naabutan ka niya, masasaktan ka,” pagtataboy ni Mama sa akin. Like before, she likes to save me kahit ikapahamak pa niya.
“No. I will not leave until you come with me. This must end, Ma. This must end…” I said.
Diane saw this situation once. When we were in college and went back home for holiday. Naabutan namin si Papa na hinampas ng golf club sa
