MEMORIES. You don't know how important it was until it's gone or you can't create new one.

LOVE. You don't really know the value of love until you're willing to sacrifice everything. Even though it cost you pain.

LOVE. MEMORIES. Both were taken away from me.

HEIRS OF ATTICUS

"Be careful what you summoned." The last words I heard before I passed out. The next thing I know I woke up.

"Wait, where am I?" I asked myself in confusion.

"Finally, you're awake Leyra" I was greeted by a woman whose face is still blurry.

"Who are you?" I asked her and to the rest of this two people inside of this so boring room, in confusion of course. They just stare like fools? Hello? I ask any of you? Maybe someone wants to answer?

"Lady, I'm your mom, we're your family." I was shocked, they're my family. The hell did I forget? So stupid.

"Are you sure? Are you sure?" My question is a bit sarcastic, maybe I forgot everything but not my trust issues.

"Doc, what happened?" she asked the man in white suit.

"Madam, as what I have said before your daughter might suffer amnesia." When I heard that I feel a sudden numbness of my body.

"What's Amnesia?" I questioned.

"It's a loss of memory," he replied.

"W-what? A-amnesia? No way. I just passed out last night, so it's not possible," I insisted, and now they're looking at me cluelessly and before I realize what happened my mom spoke. "Lady, you're in a coma for these past 3 years."

What the hell did I just heard? I just cried at what I found out. Imagine missing your life for 3 years!? It felt that I just blink and then woke up and forgot everything? What did just happen?

"Because of the incident that caused severe damage in her brain, your daughter suffered from Anterograde amnesia, it is a loss of the ability to create new memories, leading to a partial or complete inability to recall the recent past, while long-term memories from before the event remain intact. When you have anterograde amnesia, you can't form new memories. This effect can be temporary. And, this can affect your daily activities. But as of now maybe her memories aren't coming back yet because she just woke up from a long coma but it won't be long and her memories from the past will also come back and let's hope for good that she will get to know you."

My mom asked, "So, it means doc, that the memories she will acquire now will be lost just in a snap?"

"I'm sorry, madam."

"Is there anything that we can do?"

"We can do therapy, but we cannot assure that it would help her."

After we heard that everyone is crying in the room now. Why did this happen to me? Out of crying from confusion, my head suddenly hurt. Then everyone got panicked. I'm crying now in pain and then suddenly my vision blacked out.

"Happy Anniversary, Love." Klio kissed my back, I turned to him.

"Happy Anniversary. I love you."I kissed him. And now we're dancing under the moonlight.

He is Kliosate Atticus Havero my boyfriend, we've been together for almost 5 years now. We met in highschool, in the guidance.

FLASHBACK

"So, it's you again Miss Madrid? What is it now?" Our principal was annoyed when she said that, her eyebrow looked like a saleswoman in the canteen with that super thin liner. While I was watching her eyebrow, the mysterious door suddenly opened, another demon went to the sky. In fairness, he's fine.

"Mr. Havero? You too? What's wrong with you people?" The Lady of the school was angry.

"Ma'am, I saw Mr. Havero trimming those Santan flowers in the quadrangle!" Complaint of this stubborn teacher.

"It's Ixora Coccinea," he insisted.

"What?" The teacher jaw dropped and then I saw that my teacher grabbed a phone from his pocket and googled it.

"I said it is Ixora Coccinea, a genus of flowering plants in the Rubiaceae family. It consists of tropical evergreen trees and shrubs and holds around 500 species. It is a dense, multi-branched evergreen shrub that is fairly small that grows about 4 to 6 ft." In fairness, beauty and brain.

"THE SCENE IS YOURS!" I shouted. Now their eyes are on me.

"QUIET MISS MADRID !!" I was scolded. What a day to be alive.

"It's still Santan," the teacher insisted, not letting the teacher down.

"I don't use that word," he answered with confidence. Omg bars! The teacher is even more annoyed.

"So what's the problem with that Miss Lopez? Mr. Havero is just generous to help in trimming."

"Trimming in a figure of a d*ck?" When Miss Lopez said that I couldn't stop laughing, even the clever rude laughed at her nonsense and stupid idea. Sir Mendez suddenly pinched me on the side of my belly. It's a big challenge to contain laughter.

"BOTH OF YOU STOP LAUGHING!" Principal was really angry.

"How about you Miss Madrid? What is it again?" Her attention diverted on me.

"Ma'am, I caught her cheating in my class," my teacher reported as if he was teaching, he doesn't even teach in class. He just spent most of the time to tell his life story to us.

"I just handed out the paper," I insisted, trying to make a sarcastic face.

"Handed out a paper with an answer already," my teacher said. Boy santan suddenly laughed.

"I'm sorry I was just thinking of the money, I'm just business minded," I said playfully.

"MISS MADRID! STOP THIS NONSENSE!" Principal shouted furiously. She was really angry.

"BOTH OF YOU, THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WOULD GIVE YOU A CHANCE. IF YOU DO THIS AGAIN BOTH OF YOU ARE EXPELLED! I WILL SURELY ADDRESS THIS BOTH TO YOUR PARENTS!"

So that's it! We were just scolded in the guidance, nothing new. When we went out, someone called me.

"Hey!" I turned to him. Yes, it was Havero who called me.

"Oh what is it boy santan?" I teasingly asked him.

"I said I don't use that word," he insisted and look at me seriously and I'm not lying when I say that I find him more attractive with that look. I gulp a little bit.

I cleared my throat, "So what? I used that word!" I exclaimed, raising my brow. I stared at him. This man got my nerves.

"You're disrespecting me," he replied and gave me a fascinating smirk.

"Wow? Okay. So, what now?" I questioned him in an attitude manner.

"I'm Kliosate Atticus Havero," he introduced. As if I want to know his name.

"Did I ask?" He comes close to me, very close and it looked like we were about to exchange faces.

"I know you want it," he whispered. And, before he walk away he added, "By the way, it's Klio for short." My lips parted, not because of his name but because of the thickness of his face.

I watched him finally walked away.

So much so that the strength of confidence, he thought maybe I was interested in him.

What confidence does this guy have? So high! The skyscraper must be scared. He thought I was interested in him. Huh! He must live in his thoughts. Tss.

*******

After those events I went home immediately and to my surprise, exactly not a surprise anymore.

"LADY! WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?" Mommy shouted as soon as I entered.

So before this drama, let me introduce to you my family, that woman yelling is of course my Mom Raya Sirida Madrid, she's a beautiful woman but she was raised strictly by our grandparents that's why everything in this house is organized, no wonder she call me Lady for formality. My Mom has so much learnings. Like for real? We are her children and we're just at home. She also calls my younger sisters like that. She never called us by our name or anak man lang. That's one of the reason why Mommy and I aren't that close, because we really have different principles and perspectives on life. The guy standing on the corner is my Dad. He's Mcleyn Madrid. Of all the people here in the house, only Daddy is really close to me and understands me. I believe I inherited from Dad.

So, let's continue this drama.

"Wait, I'll just sit down," I interrupted and sit on the couch.

"Go!" .I added and she started yelling.

"THE PRINCIPAL CALLED AGAIN. YOU WERE CAUGHT CHEATING? NOW, EXPLAIN!"

"Mom, I'm tired of explaining. I cheated that's it."

"YOU'RE REALLY A DISGRACE IN THIS FAMILY!" I smiled at my Mom and pretend it doesn't hurt me. I stand up and went upstairs.

."I'M STILL TALKING TO YOU! LADY!" I ignored Mommy. I just went straight upstairs. I was about to lay on my bed but someone's knocking on my door. I know it was Dad so I opened it.

"Dad? Will you scold me too and tell me I'm a disgrace?" I smiled bitterly.

"You're too much, sweetheart," he said with a calm voice.

"What should I do Dad, huh? She always wants us to be like her. We are not like her Dad. I am not like her!"

"Your Mom just want you to be better." I looked at Dad.

"Better? Dad, you know I was once a better person just for her, did she recognize that? Did she even notice me? No! She never treated me like her daughter, she didn't even call me by my name. "

"That's not true, Leyra. Your Mom loved you, all of you. That's why she disciplined all of you in the way she knew," Dad insisted.

"I get it Dad. But, did you know how much it hurts to be compared with Mom?" My tears started to fall.

"Everywhere I go, I always end up comparing to Mom. People always recognize me as her daughter, they've always expected me to be as intelligent and beautiful as her. I can't be intelligent as her, disciplined, responsible and beautiful as her. I can't be like her, Dad."

"You can't be your mom but you can be yourself."

"But, this is my real self, Dad. And, you guys can't even accept it."

“But, being yourself is ruining your life,” Daddy muttered.

Maybe Dad said that because he's pertaining to the way I used to live. I have so much records in school on how messed up I am as a person. I've also been addressed as a bitch and a slut in some ways. Most of those are false accusations, that my parents choose to believe. Well, that doesn't matter to me anyway, I don't care how they perceived me as a person. As long as I'm happy, their opinions doesn't matter. Well, I used to be a modest and smart lady back then who always top on class and dresses as a fine lady and have that cottage core fashion-since most ladies in here dresses like that, but now I've changed. When I just reached 18 early this year I always wear this kind of revealing clothes, crop fitted tops, baggy jeans. Well, can they blamed me? If my fashion preferences just changed. I love who I am now and besides it has nothing to do of who I am as a person.

"I want to rest, Dad." I change the subject, I don't want to answer anymore, I know the conversation will be long. I know that everything they do is for me to become better but I'm also doing this for them to notice me. See, mistakes have really a big impact. I grow up without them by my side. My Dad work in a company of a well known billionaire in Spain, so he barely comes home. On the other hand, my Mom is the daughter of the famous hacienderos here in Las Haciendas, she was always busy, she comes from an elite family that's why she is raised that way and that blood reigns in me but I don't care as long as I'm alive I'm fine with it. They both had me when they were still young, 18 to be exact. Mom is 36 now but she still looks as a teenager, she ages as fine wine. Definitely, my grandparents disowned Mom, because they had me. See I wasn't even born in this world born, but I'm already a mistake. Growing up I didn't even know my Mom's family side. I just know their names and recognized them but didn't have a chance to bond with them. I was okay with Daddy's family because I know he's the only child and both of my grandparents are dead. Daddy's parents are also a hacienderos but not as rich as Mom's family.

"LAS HACIENDAS" is a secluded place with a greeny mountainous view with a mix cultural influences specially Spanish. Despite being beautiful in nature, this place has a darkest secrets. .it is the home of the Elites, or mostly Haciendero's and Haciendera's. This is a non- government place, which means everything that is happening here are out of hands of the government nor any person who's not living in this place. No rules for everything but there is a punishment. Know your actions.