The Demolition

I was perplexed after hearing her request. What was she talking about? And how am I supposed to do what she requested! I looked at her, feeling confused after hearing what she said.

Was she for real? We were talking about losing our only means of survival in a blink of an eye tomorrow. I guess I had to talk some sense into her, yet before I could speak or say anything, she placed her hands above mine on the bed.

"Regina, please listen to me," she pleaded, seeing the disapproving look on my face.

"So what am I going to negotiate? How am I even going to negotiate?"

"You can start by negotiating with a plot of land?" She said it like it was a better option.

Shaking my head, I declined. "Aunt, that's not the best option." I said, wearing a frown on her face. "Please think about the things we suffered planting on that land."

"Regina it's different now. We can't possibly turn a blind eye to the fact that we might lose our lands forever. Yes, we might lose our harvest from the plot, but it's better than losing our homes. Think about it Regina, I'm sure you think the same," she said while shaking my hand with her hands desperately for me to get her point.

"Aunt I understand, but do you think just a piece of land would stop them from taking a whole portion? You said it yourself that they might rob us off our homes and that includes our lands," I said, trying to just show her how much of a mistake she was making.

"But Regina."

"Look Aunt, right now, we have a bigger winning chance to keep our homes, but once we bow down to worship those people as a form of pleading, then let's say goodbye to our chances. They'll treat us the way they damn wish to, simply because you gave them the right over us to step and use us the way it pleases them."

Yet, she still looked not satisfied with my response. "Aunt what do you think uncle will think once he finds out about this?" I inquired, leaving her to predict.

She frowned slightly, probably trying to figure out his reaction.

"Aunt, we should just stay strong tomorrow and wait to see who our enemies truly are," and something told me they were more than what meets the eye.

I took the blanket and covered myself with it. My aunt stared at me for some time, feeling agitated.

"Goodnight, Aunt," I said to let her know I wanted to sleep, and I needed my space.

Getting my indirect meaning, she stood up with a deep sigh and walked out of the room afterward.

I breathed out softly to calm my heart and clear my thoughts about what might happen tomorrow.

I finally closed my eyes and let myself be drawn in by sleep.

The next day, my uncle woke up earlier than usual and started telling the people how to defend themselves. He encouraged the once that seemed to disagree, and the plotted a plan while I stood side-by-side with my Aunt.

My uncle came to look at me and I gave him a worried look. "Uncle, are you really going to do this?"

"We'll just talk to them and that's all, I swear." I listened to him and calmed my heart.

We waited until later that day for black cars or anything and just like we expected, they came later that day in the evening, driving fast but stopped in a heartbeat and I wondered if they didn't injure themselves, not that I care, in fact, I'd appreciate it if they did. The cars today seemed to have increased, and I searched around only to see bulldozers at a far distance, coming towards us.

The sight scared everyone, plus the people stayed in their cars, which made it hard for us to find a way to talk to any of them. Guess they really made up their minds to watch others suffer for their self gain.

The bulldozers reached towards us and wasted no time in breaking down our buildings. We stood, terrified by what was happening.

"Stop! I need to speak with your boss!" My uncle yelled, his eyes moving from the bulldozers to the vehicles in front of us.

The farmers whose homes were destroyed were already crying as they watched the house they built with their sweat being torn apart in one day.

My uncle kept screaming for them to stop, but they didn't pay him any attention, and I was already crying in fear that our home would be next, upon seeing that the bulldozers were getting near, going from one house to another and the house were built in a roll, so ours would be gone as well.

"Uncle tell them to stop," I pleaded, but he only shook his head as if saying there was no way out.

There was a high chance that they were inside the cars acting deaf and even putting on earbuds or headphones to avoid hearing our pleas, how cruel? Because there was no way our cries were not enough to gain their attention or even get sympathy from them, yet they were so heartless and their Hearts were made of stone. In a fit of anger, I bent over and picked a stone and threw it at the glass.

My uncle tried to stop me but paused and looked like he was thinking for a while. A glint appeared in his eyes.

I found out that throwing stones at them felt like a release and I picked the next stone, and then the next stone, and before I could stop myself, I was already enjoying throwing stones at them.

I was surprised to see another stone hitting close to the glass I aimed for. Furthermore, I remembered I threw only one stone at a time, so I turned to the side and saw my uncle giving me a nod. I couldn't help but smile despite being in this bad situation.

Before I could calm down and reason if this would help, I saw everyone following what I was doing in great satisfaction.

I felt more bold, and I picked up another stone and looked around to search for the most expensive car to throw stones at and my eyes landed on one, and I quickly aimed for the back passenger's glass and just when the stone would hit the glass, the glass went down unexpectedly and the stone went right in.

My heart went pit-a-pit with just the thought of who could've been so unfortunate and what would this mean because judging from the expensive car and being the most expensive car among the others could only mean one thing.

That was their boss's car.