Case 4: Late-night Walk

I just came from a late-night walk and I remembered the time (I can no longer pinpoint the exact date or year) when I almost walked my way to San Fernando. But due to exhaustion and fear, I was only able to reach a certain distance from the highway before I decided to take a rest at your house.
It started when I got pissed off with my parents, (I also can no longer remember the exact reason) and simply went out of the house and walked away from it. It was nine pm. My initial plan was to stand in the middle of the street to get hit by a truck. But that did not happen and instead I simply kept walking, past the town plaza, San Roque, and Total. I do not know the time, but I think I have walked for over an hour already. Then, I planned to reach San Fernando so that my parents could not find me beside the road. After some time I changed my mind again.
I was wearing rough slippers and my feet got wounded. The darkness of the night was constantly interrupted by fast-moving vehicles. I knew that I had to turn right to a road that would lead to Betis. So, I turned right. The road was very unfamiliar but I continued walking. I was already doubting that it was the correct one. I ended up in a narrow path between tall grasses. I was sure this was not the right path but I continued walking. I got lost. The path led to the front gate of a house I never would enter. So I retraced my steps and let the moonlight guide me. I was already scared but I did not run since I am already tired and my right foot was bleeding. I was able to return to the highway and make the right turn.
While walking on the dike, a jeepney stopped and the driver offered me a ride. It was tempting since it was still a far way from your place. I just said thanks and declined. I was too aware of the dangers of hitch-hiking. (Although I accepted an offer of a tricycle ride during another late-night walk months ago, but that is another case.) After several minutes I finally reached your place, and I found you where you were that time. At your house I wiped the dirt from my face with my white shirt. It was around midnight. I was sleepy but I told you that I will just walk home before you warned me of the drug addicts lingering beside the streets.
So from your place I slowly walked, wary of attackers. I was constantly barked at by viscious dogs. At the town plaza I was really sleepy. I looked for a place where I could lie down. Sometimes I see people here sleeping on newspapers. However, mosquitoes started to devour me until I knew it was time to go home.
I walked back home imagining my parents' rage and how would they scold me for making them worry. The cold breeze made me feel lighter. When I reached the house I was a little surprised and guilty at what I saw. The lights were still on and our front door was open. My parents were already sleeping. I did not want wake them up so I went to the parked car and slept on the passenger's seat.
I woke up early (since it was a weekday and I have classes). I saw my parents already awake and cooking breakfast. There was only silence. No questions asked. But I could sense there was kind of an understanding between us that no one wants to speak out. I got ready for school and from then on we never talked about the longest walk of my life.