Make It, Break It

Part 12

'No I will not leave you,' Sig and Som smiled at him when Sky met them that evening. He was delighted to see them, he adored their friendship and loyalty to him. Sky wanted Father to let them work at other agencies because he was leaving for medical school and didn't want them to follow him there.

It was the first time Sky was away without any bodyguard.

It was because he was non vigilant. He was careless. He thought being away from the family business would do him good, would give him the freedom and everything he craved for.

He was complacent.

They would always hunt him – because he was the gem, the precious heart of Father. He had always been even though he denied it. He was pampered since young even when he knew he would take over Father's legacy one day together with his older brother. They would do anything to weaken Father because his older brother was too strong to become a hostage, and Sky was always playing around in public too much even when he was still young.

The abduction was expected, still Sky was not ready for it.

He failed to look behind his back and lost one of his own bodyguard, his best friend. The three of them grew up together in the bubble of mafia house, learning about the world that he would soon enter.

Som jumped in front of the bullet when Sig held Sky close to him.

Sky swore he did everything he learnt from his flimsy experience of reading the medical books – but he was only a young lad, poor of experiences. He swore he tried to stop the madly oozing bleeding from Som's heart, he swore he tried to blow the breath, he tried his very best to do the chest compression – all while crying his heart out.

'SOM!!' he cried loudly. 'Don't leave me, please!' Sky remembered blowing breathes into Som's mouth, and rounds of chest compression. He was exhausted, he was wailing and hiccupping at the same time. He saw Sig struggled to fight, and he wanted to save Som. The warehouse was chaotic with people from his clan and the other clan, fighting with blood and scary weapons.

Sky hated it. He always hated violence, he hated the bloodshed because of him.

'SOM!! Please don't leave me...!' Sky was exhausted. His arms were numb and Som was still unresponsive. He slapped Som's face over and over again. 'Wake up, you idiot!' Sky shook Som's body as he went limp. 'Don't go, Som...' blood ran from Som's mouth, and smeared all over Sky's hand. Sky didn't care anymore.

The blood in his hand was all his fault.

Sky opened his eyes abruptly.

The blood was so vivid in his dreams.

And Som's dying...Sig's bleeding.

Where was I?

Sky could smell the lack of ventilation inside the room. It was stuffy and a putrid smell hurt his nose. He looked around, it was not familiar to him at all. He was lying on his right when he opened his eyes, with his head still hurting like hell. He was in a small room, almost as small like his apartment's kitchen and there was only a bed and no windows at all. He stood up and almost stumbled due to sudden pressure change. The door was locked, he was sure of it but it didn't hurt to try. Sky shook the doorknob with as much force as he could – trying his luck if he could wreck the door but it was no use. He was weak at the current moment and he hated it.

Sky put a hand on his mouth.

The panic started to rise until his throat.

Flashbacks of Som's incident kept reappearing in his head.