Fighter sits down beside Tutor to comfort him but Tutor moves away. He doesn't feel like being in any embrace.
"What did I ever do to him?" Tutor faces the window of the room to prevent Fighter from seeing his pitiful face.
"You didn't do anything. They just want your shares of the company so they can be a major shareholder just like what they did to the other partners of Tharn."
Tutor fists his hair, "So why are you here? To finish the job?" Tutor's voice raises in anger then turns around to face Fighter.
"Do you really think I could do that to you? Don't you trust me?"
"I don't know who to trust in this situation? You work for the people that wants to kill me." Tutor goe. "I just can't hide. I have to do something to expose them otherwise I will be dead before I even know it."
"What do you want to do?" Fighter asks.
"I have to tell me family about this. Even if they don't believe me," Tutor takes a piece of paper and pen from his bag on the bed. "If I get killed then they will know I was saying the truth."
"Don't think like that." Fighter stands up from the bed and goes to the chair where Tutor is seated writing on the paper but before he could take a look Tutor covers the paper with his hand.
"Together we can stop them from causing harm." Fighter tries to encourage Tutor to trust him.
"So what plan do you have?"
"The only thing I can think of is to get evidence that Tharn and his father killed the other two partners."
"How are we supposed to get that?"
Fighter tightens his lip which Tutor notices.
"What is it? Tell me, it's my life that's on the stake here."
"To get whatever will bring Mr. Thananan and Tharn is in that house so... you must go back to the house."
"So even if I go back there, what am I looking for?"
"I don't know..."
"You don't know and you just want me to walk back into the lion's den."
"Calm down, let me finish."
"In Mr. Thananan's office, there's a safe box covered by a portrait of a woman in red. If we are looking for anything, it will be in there."
"But how will I get the pass code?"
"By chance, I managed to get only three digits."
"How did you get them?" Tutor asks uncovinced of what Fighter is saying.
"I heard the sounds of the digits when it was being inputted but for the last one I'm not sure. The code is 981. But I don't know last digit."
Tutor doesn't still know if he should go back to the house that tried to kill him. He is not even sure the passcode Fighter told him will work and he still have to guess the last number. But if this is one chance to put the father and son in jail for all the horrible things they have done then he will do it.
He looks at Fighter as he operates his phone. He definitely have feelings for Fighter but Fighter has a boyfriend. Then he remembers Type.
"Fighter?" Tutor calls him removing Fighter's attention from his phone.
"Yeah."
"What about your boyfriend? The one you were getting married to." Tutor asks.
"We separated. I told him I don't love him anymore." Fighter looks Tutor in the eyes. "It's you that I love."
Tutor feels his heart race quickly and his cheeks redden before looking at the ceiling just to avoid looking at Fighter.
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know. I have searched for him but I can't find him."
"I would like to..."
"Mr. Thananan just asked me your whereabouts?" Fighter interrupts.
"Oh no. What will you tell him?" Tutor quickly stands up from the chair.
"You have to make your decision Tutor. Will you go back to the mansion or not?"
Tutor exhales heavily, "I will."
"Then you must start to leave. I will tell Mr. Thananan that you just left the hospital and you're on your way home."
"Thank you Fighter. I pray when this is all over we can have sometime to ourselves." Tutor pecks Fighter's before taking his luggage and leaving the hotel room.
Fighter rubs the kissed part of his cheek and smiles.
YOU ARE READING
Before Dawn
FanfictionThis is a cross verse between the cast of "Why R U?" and "Tharntype" Secrets surround two men. One is the successor of a cosmetic line company and the other tries to fit in. After the disappearance of Type, Tutor took it upon himself to be...