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CRAVING FOR JUSTICE

CRAVING FOR JUSTICE

Author:Azureriel

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Introduction
Cleavira Jashein Zarmeda did not grew up like a normal teenager. She was a victim of sexual abuse that made her life miserable and horrific. At her young age, she experienced living with a demon. She already know how cruel this world could be for weak and coward people. Could she free herself from the chain of her past? It is a battle between you will kill or you will be killed. Would she get the justice she deserve or she will just end her sufferings by hanging herself? Could she surpass the obstacles? Cleavira promised to herself that she will not cry again not until she met the guy named, Zachari Aikee Castellar, a carefree genius who's working as a Detective. —Azureriel
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  In a small village of Sta. Villaduca people are living peacefully and contented on their simple life. Farming is the source of living of the villagers. Avi, a six years old girl is watching the beautiful view of the golden rice field from the window of their small house. Watching the beautiful sky is her favorite thing to do. She grew up in this village and she really love this place.

  "Avi!" Someone called her from the outside.

  When she looked down she saw her three friends waiting for her. They are the daughters of their neighbors. All of them grew up in the same place that is why they are really close to each other.

  "What is it?" The little girl asked curiously.

  "Do you want to play with us?" The girl with a clip on hair asked.

  "Sure. What are we going to play?"

  "Hide and seek," the girl answered.

  "Sure! Just wait me there."

  Avi ran down on the wooden stairs and told to her mom who is busy cooking for their dinner that she will just play outside with her friends. Since she was doing it everyday, playing with the neighbors children, Mrs. Zarmeda allowed her. They decided to play hide and seek on the vacant lot in this village. Avi is the one who will search so she covered her eyes and count one to twenty as each of her friends are looking for a place to hide.

  "One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Sev---Hmm!" Avi did not finished counting the numbers because someone covered her mouth with its hand.

  "Ssshh!"

  "Hmmm!"

  She tried to let go herself and shout but the person who is holding her is too strong. Fears ran on her system. But that fear suddenly fade when she heard what the person said.

  "Don't be scared. It's me your uncle Jonathan." The man free the child from his hold and the little girl face him with amusement.

  "Uncle!" She hugged him with joyfulness.

  "Do you missed me my niece Avi?"

  "Yes, tito. How long have you been here in Sta. Villaduca? I thought you were in Manila. My mama told me that you are working there."

  "Yes sweetie, I was working there. How long? Two days ago, I guess. I stayed on my friends house in the town. I decided to go home in my own province to continue my living. And besides, it has been a year since the last time I have been here. Wait, I have something for you." he get something from his bag.

  Avi smiled in amusement when she found out that it's a doll.

  "Thank you, tito." She hugged the pretty doll.

  "Do you like it?"

  "Yes tito."

  "By the way where is your mom?"

  "She is in the house, cooking for our dinner."

  "Let us go home my dear sweetie. I still have a lot of presents for you."

  "Really uncle?" Excitement is written on her angelic face.

  The man carried her on his back and they decided to go home together. Avi was very happy because her uncle Jonathan came home to stay with them. She grew up without a father's figure that is why she is really longing for the love of a father. Jonathan is the youngest brother of her mother and they are really closed with each other.

  Before her uncle worked on the city, he was the one who was always taking care of her everytime her mother was busy doing the household chores. They were playing her favorite game hide and seek and having their quality time as family and best buddy. Avi thought that his uncle Jonathan is the kindest uncle in the world not until something happened.

  One afternoon, while Avi is busy playing hide and seek with her playmates, someone covered her mouth that makes her stopped from counting. She was not surprised at all because she already knew who is the owner of the hand. When she turned around to face that person. She found out that her conclusion was right that it is uncle Jonathan who always teased her.

  "Tito! Why did you go home early? Are you done in your work in the farm?"

  "Yeah, I am. Do you want to play with me?"

  "But I'm still playing with my friends. Wait, excuse me tito Jonathan but I still need to look for my playmates to finish the game," she politely excused herself but her uncle did not allowed her.

  "Don't you want to play with your uncle?" He is trying to convince the little girl.

  "Of course, I want uncle." A devilish smile curved on her uncle's lips.

  "Let's play, Avi."

  The little girl nodded and left her playmates. She left the game and chose to play with her uncle. The innocent girl is not aware of the danger she is going to enter. She doesn't know that she's going to enter the inferno of the man near her. Jonathan brought her to an abandoned room for farming tools. Avi has no idea about the things that will going to happen next.

  "What are we going to do here, uncle? We supposed to play right?"

  "Yes baby girl, we will play. We will play an amazing game."

  "Really?" Excitement was written on her face.

  "We will do a role play," he said

  "A role play?"

  "Yup! You will be the actress and I will be the director. Are you a good actress?"

  "Yes, I am!" Since one of her dreams is to be a famous actress like her idols in television, Jonathan used that as a bait for his own desire and dark intension.

  "Are you an obedient actress?"

  "Yes, I am tito." she answered with assurance.

  On that day, Avi lost her innocence. The devil fooled her on a game she has no any idea. Something that she will bring on the rest of her life.

  "Miss, are you going to buy?" I woke up from that nightmare when I heard a knock on the glass window of my car.

  I saw a street child selling a sampaguita necklace. You can see the burden of the world on his face. I feel sorry for them. They should be on school and studying and not here, battling on the street of the city.

  "Just give me one," I said and pay him.

  I did not get the exchange because that would be my small help for him. He thanked me with a smile before he left. That smile is something priceless. I hope I can see that smile from all children. When the traffic lights gave me a go signal, I immediately drove my car. It is already nine o'clock in the morning and I am going to be late on my work.

  This scene is not new to me. I always spent a half of my day on the traffic. Nothing new. Imagine I even dreamed of my dark past because of that. I thought I already forgot that terrific part of my life but I was wrong. Every night, I always dreamed about my past. It became my greatest nightmare. I parked the car on a high building. Every people on my way greeted me as respect.

  My past gives me motivation to strive harder. I will not be on my position right now if I did not experienced those tragedies. I opened the door of my office and sat on my swivel chair. My left brow goes upward when I saw a bunch of papers and documents that I have to review and sign. Well, I'm not surprise because I always do this everyday. My passion is burning for this job—for this profession.

  "Come in!" I said when someone knocked on the door. It's Veronica my secretary.

  "You need to see this?" Excitement can see on her face.

  "What's that?" She handed me the brown folder. "And what's with that smile?"

  "Just take a look and you will find out." She winked.

  I blown some air and opened the folder's thick cover. My eyes scanned the printed document and there, one name caught my attention.

  "Dante Solomon Cartiño." That name taste bitter. It taste like revenge.

  I didn't expect that for the past ten years I will encounter his name again. My grip on the document tighten when I remembered that tragedy ten years ago. On how I experienced the thing they called, "inferno".

  —Azureriel