CHAPTER 13

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a/n: trigger warning. This Chapter is a little disturbing.

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Forth was stump with how hard I slap him. It made him stop whatever he is doing altogether and touch his reddened face. I took that chance to stay as far away that the bed allowed me as possible from him. I crawled into a ball and started rocking my self while silent tears running freely in my cheeks.

We were in that position for a couple of minutes until I regained my composure. I tried normalizing my breathing as I wipe away the tears in my face. I watch Forth as he is still baffle and still has his hands in his cheek.

He then very slowly looks at me with a gaze very different from before. I cannot put an emotion into his black orbs. Pain? From what? My slap? Anger? For me? Resentment? I should be the one having that feeling. Regret? He should be. Remorse? I don't care anymore.

He didn't move when I started standing up and gather my things that was haphazardly thrown all over his bedroom. Although his room has many interesting things to explore, but I really wanted to get away from here fast.

Forth was just watching me, not saying anything, and not moving from his earlier position. I think I broke him. Screw him! He almost raped me. I finished making my self presentable and started walking to the door. Even in my dazed state, can't help to notice how loaded this guy is judging by what surrounds me.

Forth didn't try to stop me. No words coming from him whatsoever, so I press the call button of call the elevator. Hearing a soft *Ping* and the elevator door opening, I get inside. Forth now very slowly walks towards me and just stood in front of me. I press the green "G" button. Guessing it will bring be down to ground.

Forth, with both his hands on his side just stood there and stare at me. When the elevator door started closing, he Mutter a soft "Beam" as if begging. I wasn't able to answer or anything as the door shuts and the elevator started its descent.

I was now back in my room and is lying in my bed wearing my pajamas replaying all the event that transpired tonight. After I left the building, I took a taxi and went back to the bar to retried Kits' car which I was driving. I took a shower and lied down. I haven't moved since then and it is now already daybreak.

I keep repeating the event that had happen. I never had that kind of panic attack for the last 3 years and was terrified of this happening again. Forths' stunned face also keeps popping up and his mournful and sober look when he was standing in front of the elevator moved me. I know I wasn't afraid of sex. I used to have them 3 times a day and sometime more. With more I mean more than 1 partner. I do good with threesome you see.

I don't want to go back to the past that I think is now hunting me. I saw fathers' expression in Forth earlier. The anger and the fire in his eyes that they unfortunately share. When mother and father was still alive, they did provide me with everything. They don't want me to be behind from anyone.

Mother always encourages me in excelling in everything. From academics to sports and everything in between. I used to hate Pha back then. We lived in the same neighborhood, so we did enroll in the same school and my parent always tries to complete me with him. I can feel that Pha wanted to be friends with me but with the constant reminder from my parents that I don't need a friend, I started competing with him.

Pha is a natural genius and is very patient to me. Even at times I throw tantrums at him at one point because I still cannot beat him in both academics and sports, he still approached me and tried to become friends.

We did get close because he is persistent, but I never told my parents about our friendship. Pha sometimes invites me over to his house and his parents was also very warm to me. They even asked me to call them Mae and Por. I felt like I gained a brother!

Father and mothers' approach to me started to change when I entered junior high school, I was in 8th grade when I accidentally broke a vase. As far as I remember that vase has no significant or any emotional attachment to any of us. Not even a gift. But mother gave me a resounding slap. She did look like she regretted her action, but she never mentioned it nor ask an apology. She just left to her room.

Father, on the other hand beat me black and blue. The first was when he knew I was friends with Pha in the middle of 8th grade. After that, even with very small mistake like forgetting to walk the dogs or wash the dishes, he beat me senseless. I can still remember the hatred in his angry eyes that even hunts me in my sleep until now. Pha always saw me with new cuts or bruise weekly around 9th grade.

At first, I told him I got it from playing but then again Pha is smart. He told his parents and in return his parents confront my parents. Needless to say, father was furious, he locked me in my room and beat me to the venge of death. That was my horror for almost a week. Father, again with his sharp angry eyes beat me repeatedly. I begged him, begged him to stop but he didn't listen. By 5th day I wished I could just die.

Pha, sensing something was wrong because I didn't go to school for the whole week, sneakily visited me. We had a secret path at the back gate behind our house that we usually use when Pha wanted to play or just hang out in my room without my parents' knowledge.

Luckily for me they went out that afternoon, so Pha knock at my window. I remember seeing Phas' multiple emotion, Pity, anger, and sadness seeing me in that pathetic state. No food, no shower, and bruises everywhere. I can't even full open my eyes. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed, with Pha sleeping in a chair with his head near my hand and a trace of dried tears in his cheeks.

In the couch not far away, Mae is sleeping. Although quite comfortably both with warm thick blankets engulfing each of them. I croak Phas' name because of the dryness of my throat, and he sleepily woke up. Upon seeing me awake, he jolted awake and ask me how I was. I ask him for water, and he wake Mae up. Both of them had tears in their eyes upon seeing me and told me I was asleep for 3 days straight.

I've learned from them that after I passed out, Pha called Mae and Por. Por already has a warrant of arrest with the grounds of child abuse for father and was just waiting to be serve that same day. Hearing Phas' desperate voice over the phone and crying, the police immediately got into our house, busting the doors open and rescued me. They saw a think chain with a huge lock just outside my door and in the living room they also found a new horse whip complete with packaging and a receipt.

The police were waiting for father and mother to come home but they never came. They were involved in a car accident that sent them off a cliff and into a 100-foot drop. The rescue team were able to retrieve father and mothers' bodies. Mae and Por still gave them a proper burial after being in the freezer for 5 days waiting for me to identify their corpses. Even after everything, I didn't hold any grudge against them, after all, they are still my parents.

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