The Dark Side Of Love

Chapter Thirteen

Part of me aches at the thought of him being so close yet so untouchable

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"Are you afraid?"

A Nine year old Gulf Kanawut stood in front of the door that just might decide his future in sport. He wanted an in. Badly, desperately, And Robert Kanawut knew it more than anyone. He knew his son. Just like his son knew him.

He didn't answer to his father. His one hand holding the crutch that was helping him stand up. He really shouldn't have tried to do skating in mountain yesterday. And he definitely shouldn't have wear those skate board and jump from the top of it. The result was devastating. And all of it was because he wanted to know how it feels to be fly in the air, even if for a second.

"So you are." The old man chuckled. "Are you sure you can do this?"

The nine year old boy scoffed, his hand still hovering around the door knob. Thinking to open or not. His football coach is really gonna dump him from the team. He knew it.

"I am...I am not afraid." He was.

"I can do this" he thought. "And even if I can't I have to."

His father doesn't need to now. But he knew, his father already does. As if to confirm it, his dad stepped behind him. He was no longer standing beside him anymore. His eyes looked back at the old man. A warm smile greeting him as soon as he does.

"Are you sure?"

He couldn't lie. His lips pressed in a thin line as a frown took over his forehead. "I...I am. I really am dad." There it was. His fear, laid bare on the daylight for anyone to make jokes about. But his dad didn't. He only stepped forward a little, his hand holding his left shoulder in a firm assuring grip.

"It's ok to be sacred sometimes, son. It's what make us human. It's what drive us forward to achieve what we want to."

"But what if...what if I fail dad. What if I.."

"Then you just have to try again. And fight those fears until they leave your mind and set you free to do whatever you want." His father stepped away again. His warm green eyes looking at him with nothing but pride. "And I Know my son will never let any fear stop him from doing what he wants." 

He smiled while ruffling his son's hair. "But I can't help you in this son. You have to do it on your own. You have to fight your own battles. And I know..." Warm green eyes with a smile that speak volume look at him. "I know you can do it."

It was the pain that woke him up snapping his mind from whatever memory lane it was walking on. The darkness seem to deepen as his eyes tried to see what was ahead. It took him a moment to understand that his eyes were blindfolded. And it took him even less than a moment to understand that he wasn't alone. A scream ripped through the darkness as if to confirm his thoughts. And he was glad that it doesn't belong to that idiot friend of his.

Though his relief was shortened when the burning sensation in his upper abdomen was felt. As if someone has slit his insides and doused them in fire. It took all of his power to not let the effect show. He had to try hard to keep his face blank and keep sitting in the same position.

By now he was sure that there was more than one person with him here and he also knew that they weren't giving him attention deeming him still unconscious.

For the time being he would like to keep it that way. At least until this pain in his head subside enough for him to think clearly.

The scream ripped through that unending darkness again. Seems to belong to a man, in his late forties or middle from the way his voice is sounding.