My bully had to be Boun.

Chapter 2

Prem POV

"Remember son, I love you, you need to call me every day and tell me what is going on there, if anyone gives you trouble let me know okay... don't be afraid, you need to be brave, it's only a matter of one year, your Por and I don't want to do this but we don't have no choice, our work requires us to travel." My worried mother was ranting again. "We will visit you every month, our house and your room should be set, a man will come and pick you up, I have spoken to your school Principal, try to make friends okay... did I forget to mention something?"

"Mae... you have told this like a hundred times already" I tried to sound assuring,  "I will take care, it's almost time for boarding, I will leave now," I said to my mother who was so worried about sending her only son to New York alone. 

"Wait... come here" she pulled me into a hug and sniff kissed my cheek before letting me go. 

I boarded the plane and the aircraft took off.

Although I try to act bravely in front of her, I am scared as fuck right now. I've never been alone, not to mention never been out of Thailand. Mae and Por's business makes them stay out of the country for weeks, sometimes even months. But I was always left under my granny's care, she was the one who raised me. I am 17 now and she is no more, she tried fighting for her life so hard but she left eventually. On the other hand, I am prone to bullying no matter where I go. Given that my parents are not in the country for most of the time and that I only live with my sick granny, the bullies liked to make my life miserable. I was defenseless and weak, I know that, and they seemed to know that even more than me. 

My parents love me, well I think they do, my mom always talks to me like she cares a lot about me, but I honestly don't know. They wouldn't let a 17-year-old introvert, average in everything son, go all the way across the world to a foreign country alone, would they? I don't know, they act like they love me but they are never present in my life and that sucks. I have to stay for one whole year in New York, in the house my parents bought in Heritage Pointe, all alone. I would have to go to Lincoln high and continue my education there. 

New country, new language, new home, new school. But New friends? I don't know about that, because I never had friends in my life. Brief ones: yes, when I would be close to thinking that they are going to be my best friend, they would see me getting bullied and would just try to avoid me because they did not want to be in my place next time. Not once did anyone try to help me, nor did anyone protect me. Hmph, Well now that sounds like a dream, no one would want to protect me, as far as I know even my parents won't be there to protect me. So I guess it's going to be only me trying to take over New York, not literally, but I plan to stay in the shadows and stay invisible trying not to get anyone's attention. 

I reached New York 24 hours later, just like my mom said, a man came and picked me up in John. F. Kennedy airport. He drove me straight to Heritage Pointe, but on the way, as I looked through the windshield I could see New York, I won't lie, I was amazed. I saw Lady Liberty standing tall as the sky behind her was clear and blue, I saw the central park, huge and green. Times Square, Empire State Building, Broadway. So many landmarks, I want to visit all these places, but when I think about, with whom? My mood dropped immediately because I know that I have to come alone and what can make it more depressing?. 

I reached my house in Heritage Pointe, it looks fine I guess, it's not too huge but not too tiny either, just the right size for a family of three. Oh yes, I forgot it's just going to be me here for a while, I take back my word, this house is big for only me. Meh, never mind, I like this place. Oddly it feels like home. I heard my phone ringing, I picked it up to hear my mom's voice. 

"Hello... Hey baby, did you reach home?" 

"Yeah Mae, just been like a minute." 

"Okay, there should be food in the fridge eat some and take rest okay?" 

"Okay" 

" You didn't have any trouble on the way right? Did you reach safely?" 

" Yea Mea, I did" 

" Prem...?" 

" Yeah...?" 

" Umm, it's nothing, I'm giving the phone to your Por, he will tell you"

" What is this about?" 

" He will tell you, hold on?" 

I could hear my parents' muffled voices, I can't make out what they are talking about so I just wait. 

" Hey kiddo," I heard my dad's voice

" Hey Por '' I said, the thing is, my father and I aren't close. I am not that close to my mother too if I think about it, but at least she checks up on me from time to time. But he only talks to me if there is something important. 

" Okay, so we want to tell you something" 

"I'm listening" 

" We don't think we can visit you that often in New York" 

I knew it, their business has nothing to do with New York. Toronto, yes... They go there at least five times a year. They only plan to settle in New York, but I knew that it wasn't the time for them to settle yet, they will have to make more progress for that. So as I was afraid, I'm going to stay here alone for the whole year. They want me to stay here forever, but I already planned to not stay here for more than a year. Though I don't have anything left in Thailand, it's still home, no matter what I do I wouldn't belong here. 

" I understand," I said on the phone. 

"Really? See I knew you would understand, it was just your Mae who kept worrying for nothing." 

" You guys don't have to worry, I can manage" 

" That's great, do you like the house?" 

"Yeah, it's good" 

" Take a look around the neighborhood, there is a bicycle the previous owner had left in the garage, it should be in good condition, go for a ride, get familiar with the area... Okay?" 

" Yeah, I'll think about it" 

" Erm, okay... Prem ?" 

" Yeah... " 

" I want you to know that we both love you and care about you, I'm sorry we are not there with you in person, but you understand right... It's our work~" 

" Por" I cut him " I'm tired,  I wanna take rest" 

" Oh... Yeah... You must be jet-lagged. It's your first flight after all... Yes you should sleep" 

" I'll hang up now... Bye" saying that I hung up the call, I've heard the same thing from both of them many times, it may give a little satisfaction for the moment that they care about me and love me. But again, nothing changes. I don't blame them, this is my battle, I'm going to be 18 next year. So I should stop sulking and be more independent from now on. All I can hope is that no one gives me trouble here.