This Song Is Called You.

28. Erasing your light

Porchay woke up with severe pain in his knees. He gritted his teeth, and noticed that a piece of fabric was binding him.

He had a memory, when he was younger, and that Porsche had gone to the bar, one evening, his uncle had brought back "friends" they had locked Porchay when he was only a child in his room , and one of the men even pushed him down the stairs... The next day Porsche was shocked to see his little brother's knees damaged, but Porchay just smiled, saying it was nothing... Being strong to not worry his brother. Not being a burden, keep being a good boy, because Porsche was trying his best.

"I'm so sorry..." Pol whispered, his eyes filled with concern, his hands were shaking. "We warned Khun No, I think he is the only one left that can calm things down..."

"Everything is fine." Porchay whispered, smiling again. He blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. "I deserve it. It's my fault..."

Pol's face fell, he wasn't made to leave a poor injured kid tied to a chair and he silently prayed that Khun No would come quickly.

Arm entered the room, his gaze immediately settling on a chilled bottle of champagne, and he grabbed it before gently placing it on Chay's lap, whose blue/purple color deeply worried the two kind-hearted guards.

"No...no" stammered Porchay, feeling unable to fight, his head fell to one side, he had no more strength. He gasped for a moment, biting his lip so hard he felt a little blood seep into his mouth. "They will punish you if you help me..."

"Khun No too." blurted out Pol, who nervously patted Porchay's head, "...We're at Khun Kim's service right now, but Khun No ordered us not to hurt you, Nong Chay. No matter what."

"And we will keep our promise." Arm asserted, pushing up his glasses, "We'll protect you as best we can, Porsche too... He is still our friend."

Porchay felt his barriers collapsed, he bit his cheek but big tears were already rolling down his cheeks... He sobbed, his gaze deep into Arm's:

"My brother... My brother, where..?"

"Khun Kinn...caught him, he is hurt. This is a mess." Arm told him, and Pol pinched him on the shoulder.

" Shia, you'll worry the little one even more! Shut up!"

"But what do you want me to do? We have no power... We can't do anything so we might as well tell them the truth!"

Suddenly, Porchay felt a pang in his heart, he straightened his little face wet, as much by the fever as by his tears, and suddenly shook his head before whispering:

"P'Kim is coming, run away."

The two guards stood up at the same time, Arm put the bottle of champagne back on the table and Pol pulled him towards the exit.
A second later, the door opened and the smell of alcohol invaded the room.
Porchay ignored Kimhan, he closed his eyes, his head bowed to the ground, his body felt like a giant wound.

Kim entered the room and he closed the door, hearing the lock, Porchay shivered, he knew that Kim was going to hurt him, but Porchay was the one who at started everything first, he had betrayed him to save his brother... This was his mistake.

"Porsche is here." Kim said simply.

Porchay nodded, but he still refused to face death. He had lived all his life, in loneliness and suffering, alongside Kimhan, he had known happy years, but the pain had returned and it was inflicted by Kim himself.
Looking back on his pathetic life, Porchay suddenly burst out laughing, ignoring the pain....

"Are you losing your mind?" hissed Kim, whose surprise could be heard.

"That's so...stupid.." Porchay's voice was just a whisper, and Kim approached him, leaning close to his face, his forehead almost against the boy's.