I changed for you

17

Arm's eyes widened in shock. He just heard what Porsche had confirmed. Korn, his boss, had killed the woman, who he claimed was his sister. How is that possible? Why would someone kill their own family?

Chay had already ended the call. He got what he wanted. His eyes were sparkling with rage so pure it could've burnt someone.
"P'Arm, Do your trust my brother?"
Arm stood shocked for a minute before nodding. He did trust Porsche. He was also aware that it was impossible for an outsider to commit such a crime in the heavily guarded main family house. All evidences pointed towards someone on the inside. The motives for the murder were still unclear to him.

"I have a task for you." Porchay instructed Arm to protect him as he planned to go to the main family house. He will put an end to this. He had already decided.

Arm was utterly confused. He didn't know what to do. He could contact Pol for advice. Pol was the only one who would understand and believe in Porsche, though Porsche's statement was a very bold and unbelievable one. To go around calling their own boss as the culprit would cause chaos Arm wanted to avoid. Should he trust Chay? What were these brothers' actual intentions?

"Chay, don't do this." He told the younger, unable to pick a side.
"If you don't help me I will go alone." Chay stated, a sense of finality in his voice.
The younger started searching the apartment for weapons. Of all people, Kim surely had some. Soon he had found what he needed. He handed a gun to Arm.
"Here you go, Phi. Let's head to the main house."

Arm had no choice left. He had to retreat back to the main house eventually. He had promised Porsche he would keep Chay safe, but not like this. How could he go against his own boss?

"I am only supposed to protect you. But you are asking me to betray my own family." Arm said as they drove to the main family.
"You can just drop me off, P'Arm." Chay had a menacingly cold tone.

Arm couldn't just leave the helpless boy. He knew Chay would be grilled alive if he went just like that. He had no training, no knowledge of anything. He won't survive. Arm slowed down the car. He was calculating all the worst possibilities.
He was so distraught he called Pol before reaching the house.

"Why would we attack Chay?" Pol said on the phone which made Arm relax a little. Amongst overthinking he forgot that the family actually had not taken any action against Porsche's disappearance. They didn't know he was planning on killing Korn. Only Arm knew.
"Okay, Porchay. I'm taking you to the main house."

They reached the place. Arm had decided to lock Chay up. He knew the boy had weapons and he had practically brought home a traitor. He could've been fired or worse killed for this deed. His mind was so out of place he considered this only after he reached.
Immediately he ordered two guards to hold Chay down. The boy struggled as they disarmed him.

"What do you think you are doing?" Kim's voice made the guards shudder. Arm too backed off.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on him." Kim stated before dragging Chay off along with him, inside the house, adding to Arm's panic. He had lead Chay, full of revenge, full of anger, straight to his target, Korn. He wiped sweat from his brow and headed towards Tankhun's room. He needed time out. The house was oddly calm for the chaos that had just happened.

Meanwhile, Kinn was preparing for the funeral, unaware that Porsche had fled the house, there was no sign of him anywhere. He had told Kinn he had gone to bring in Chay. Kinn didn't question it. He remembered the time when his own mother died. He was young that time but he could understand. His father, Korn, was calm but he knew that the man was hurt too. Kim had assured Kinn he would take care of the security. Both the brothers instructed Tankhun to be on high alert too. The whole house was now doubly guarded.

"Chay, are you okay?" Kim pulled him in a hug when they were alone in Kim's room.

"Your father. He killed her." Chay blurted. Kim pulled away, still holding Chay but now looking fully at him.
"What are you saying? Why would he kill his sister?" Kim was confused at the accusation.

Before Chay could say anything, there was knock on the door. Korn had called Kim. He left Chay before assuring him he'd be back soon.

What the hell was going on?

Arm stood beside Tankhun as the older complained about how scared he was.
"Arm? Who do you think killed her? I will strangle that rat. Aunty was so much fun!"
"Khun Nu, can I ask you something?" Arm said, still tormented by his decisions.
"Yeah?"
"What if it was Khun Korn?"
"Don't be ridiculous! Who told you that? Do you know how sad he was?"
"I apologies." The room grew silent before Tankhun continued.
"Is Porchay here? That poor boy."
Arm tensed up at Porchay's name.

He had agreed though reluctantly to bring Porchay to the main house, knowing fully well the boy was planning on killing the family head. He was also hiding the fact that Porsche and Vegas were gonna come anytime to attack the main family. But his emotions prevented him to convey this information to anyone in the main family. How could he betray Porsche? But how could he betray the main family?

Pol entered the room. Arm's thoughts cleared for a minute when he saw that man. Pol instantly figured out something was troubling Arm. The phone call earlier had confirmed his intuition.

"Hey, whatever it is, just know I am always there for you." Pol whispered to Arm. The simple words worked like magic. Arm sighed in relief.
"Thank you."
"Don't worry." Pol squeezed his hand, making sure Tankhun didn't see it. They had kept it a secret for quite some time, the fact that they were dating.

"Pol, I have a bad feeling." Arm whispered. "Porsche and Vegas are going to attack the family. Chay also wants to kill Khun Korn and I may have brought him here myself. Am I a traitor?"
Pol remained silent for a bit.

"Fuck no, you are the greatest friend anyone could ask for. Have you told anyone else?" Pol asked. Arm shook his head.

"Pretend that you don't know. You were asked by Porsche to bring Chay back. That's all you did. You know nothing." Pol had a serious expression now. "If anything happens, I got you." He reassured Arm again.

It was funny how everyone thought Arm was the smart and reliable one in the relationship when in reality, Pol kept the guy at bay. He made Arm feel secure. He helped Arm organize his thoughts. Honestly, Arm would have killed himself with anxiety, had Pol not been there. He was his anchor. He kept him sane. He made him stop his thoughts from going into a dark spiral of self doubt and overthinking. Pol was everything he ever needed.

"Okay." Arm agreed to Pol's plan. It felt like he breathed again after hours. He was somehow clam again.

Until gunshots were heard in the vicinity.

Porsche, Vegas and an army of men had entered the house.