Bad buddy one shots

4.1

Being slapped for the first time by his mother was probably one of the most shocking things that ever happened to Pran. He could feel the throbbing pain in his left cheek as he stared into nothingness in disbelief. His skin was already reddening, slowly turning pink before becoming an angry red. Pran's mind remained completely blank as he slowly let out the breath that had caught up into his throat. 

His head turned to face his mother again after being snapped to the side with the force of the blow and he stared back at the woman silently. For the first time in his life, utter disappointment reflected in her eyes directed at him. Tears welled up in those same eyes when Pran took notice of a hint of realisation mixed up with the disappointment. 

'How can a loving mother possibly hit her own child this way?'

Those were the exact words Pran heard over and over again, coming out of his mother's mouth everytime she would see a woman hitting her child to scold them. He could still remember that those words were always followed by 'I would never do such a thing', a promise made multiple times all throughout his youth. 

And he had believed it.

Now, Pran wasn't stupid. He knew that she must've done so without realising, blinded by her anger and disappointment. However, Pran had been raised to believe in raising a child without hitting them. The woman standing right in front of him had been the one to teach him that. So what had happened? He was sure the reason for her disappointment and anger wasn't enough for him to deserve such treatment. 

What had he even done wrong?

The more he stared at his mother, the more she seemed unrecognisable. Not only because she had raised her hand at him but also because she was completely refusing to hear what he was saying. She was so lost in her never ending grudge against the neighbours that whatever her own child pleaded for her to understand fell into deaf ears. She didn't want to make an effort for him. Why should he make any for her? 

He had spent his entire life making efforts for her. Because he knew. He knew how much she didn't want anything to do with those people. Pran knew and he had done his very best to stay away. But sometimes, life just doesn't want to go your way. Pran had fallen for Pat way back. He couldn't even remember when he had started to like him. When he was about ten, he noticed how others found girls pretty and talked about their crushes all the time. 

But Pran had none.

He found girls so uninteresting, boring and annoying. He didn't want anything to do with them unlike other kids his age but he never paid it too much attention. He couldn't remember when he stopped looking at Pat with anger and hatred and started looking at him. He didn't know when he started actually wanting Pat's eyes on him even though he mostly would glare back or smirk as if he owned the bloody place.

It was in high school though, he understood something was different. Around christmas perhaps, when they actually started to get along. That was the moment he realised that he needed Pat in his life. And that Ink was taking him away. Pran, even through hate, had always had Pat for himself. It was always Pat and Pran no matter what. Until she arrived and Pran seemed to matter a little less every single day. 

Fortunately, Pran had always been good at concealing his jealousy so Pat never knew. And then, his mother and father showed up at the festival and she took him away. Away from his school, away from his friends and away from Pat. Pran truly thought this was the lowest point in his life. 

How wrong he was.

He was thankful that fate had brought Pat back to him in university. From the first moment he saw Pat again, he knew he wouldn't be able to act like friends again. He feared his mother would come to know about it and ruin everything once more. He didn't want that. But Pat had always done as he pleases and slowly made his way back into Pran's life just like he used to before topping it all off by loving him back.