Slave..... Will I Ever Be Free??

Murder

Ae's POV:

I sat beside Pete for what felt like eternity till a tap on my shoulder pulled me out of the whirlwind of my thoughts. Seeing my kitten like this made me feel the pain I have never felt before. Nevertheless, I turned my head to look at the person who had tried to snap me out of my thoughts.

There stood my old man, giving me his assuring smile. Even though he smiled at me to make me calm down, I can see the pain hidden behind it. His gaze traveled from me to the sleeping figure. His expression changed to the concerned ones and I knew he too was worried.

"What happened?" he inquired. "We had breakfast and Pete was playing with Max. Suddenly, he started to scream in pain and we rushed him to hospital. Doctor said that it was because of the side effects of the medicines Weir had been feeding him." I replied.

My father let out a sigh and then pulled the chair that was at a little distance from bed. He sat down beside me, watching Pete. "Por.... Kill... Weir... Bad uncle..." Pete began to murmur again. "What is he trying to say?" Por questioned.

"He had been mumbling something since he was injected with the medicine." I replied. "Hmmm... Must be he is dreaming." Por said. Thereafter, silence filled the room as we two kept quiet and looked at Pete.

I don't know how long it had been but after sitting in the same place for a long time, Pete finally opened his eyes. He blinked few times trying to adjust to the light. I left my seat and rushed towards him. I cupped his cheeks making him look at me.

I wanted to make sure that my kitten was fine and safe. He looked at me and smiled. It let my crazily beating heart have some peace to itself. "You scared me kitten..." I said while looking at him. I can feel the unshed tears stinging in my eyes. "Sorry Ae.... I don't know what happened..." he said.

I placed my index finger on his lips, silencing him and then spoke, "Don't apologize.... It's not your fault." I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Pete... You are awake..." por said from behind. Pete smiled at him and then turned his head to look at me.

"Where are we?" he inquired. "We are at hospital. You take rest, I'll call the doctor." I said while moving to get up but my kitten caught my hand. "D-Did you i-inform Weir?" he asked. "No..." I said while shaking my head in denial.

I got up to walk out of the room when I suddenly realized what he asked. He said Weir and not por. I turned back thinking of trying something. "Pete, do you want me to inform your por about you?" I asked. He looked at me with confused face and then spoke, "Por is not there... He is gone..."

I looked at my father who was equally confused as I was. I sat down on bed again and then held Pete's hands in mine. I needed to know about what Pete was trying to say by that. "Pete, isn't Weir your por? He is not gone... He is there..." I said.

I can see Pete's eyes filled with tears and cursed myself for having asked him that question. But the next moment, I was taken by surprise with what Pete said. "Weir is not my por... He killed my por... he and bad uncle..." Pete revealed. It was more than shocking to listen to those words.

"How do you know?" I asked while trying to keep my voice calm. "That night... I went to kitchen to drink water and heard someone talking in hall. I walked back and saw Weir and bad uncle talking about something. Than por came out of his bedroom calling for me......."

Third Person POV:

Flashback:

5 years old Pete was standing hidden behind the pillar when he saw his father appear while calling for him. He stopped when he saw two people standing in the hall. "What are you doing here at this hour?" Pete's father inquired.