Painful Secrets

Chapter 3

Jeongin looked at himself in the mirror , dressed in the clothes his father had ordered him to wear . It was just a white shirt tucked in black waist high dress pants tightened with a black belt with a red button up crop shirt along with black laced shoes . The outfit wasn't revealing since his father made sure that no one saw the scars of his abuse marked on his son's body . 

Jeongin felt as though he was controlled by the people around him and had no freedom to do what he liked , not even for once . And the way people treated and talked to him was like he had no feelings at all and took advantage of him being  weak and not being able to stand up for himself .

A knock on the door reminded him that he had somewhere to be .

With a soft sigh and mental not reminding not to mess things up , he made his way to the living room.

"What took you so long ?We've been waiting for you." The stern voice of his father asked.

"I'm sorry for making you wait for long." Jeongin said as he bowed.

"No problem , pretty. You don't have to apologize." a man said as he chuckled. It wasn't his father but a rather older man probably in his thirty's , dressed in a fancy blue suit.

"Come here" the man said patting the spot on the couch next to him.

Jeongin glanced at his father and he seemed to be fine with what he man was saying and dared Jeongin to disobey.

Helplessly , he walked towards the couch and sat next to the man , making sure not to get closer and keep safe distance between them but the man broke it by putting his arm around Jeongin's shoulders and pulling them closer causing Jeongin to fall into a state of pure discomfort .

"You were right , Mr.Yang , you're son is really gorgeous ." the man than faced Jeongin,"What's your name?"

"Jeongin" 

The man chuckled and Jeongin could feel tears form in his eyes as the man's hand landed on Jeongin's thigh , rubbing it slowly and Jeongin resisted the urge to nudge it off afraid it might him off ?

Jeongin felt so disgusted .

"So , is 50,000$ enough?"

"100,000 , since he's my son."

"Your son? If he's your son then why are you so keen on selling him off."

"Because," his father paused to glance at Jeongin who looked shocked ,"I think it's time I finally put him to use ."

"What!?" Jeongin exclaimed , pushing the man's hand of his thigh and standing up from the couch as in a way to make sure no one touched him , not like this.

"You're selling me off as a slave?" Jeongin asked , tears welling up in his eyes .

"Jeongin , sit down!" his father ordered .

"No!" Jeongin said and his father looked at him with a shocked and angry expression on his face.

"I said sit down!" His father said raising his voice .

"No , I won't ! Ever since I was born , I have suffered in your hands . Am I not human to you ? How can you just sell me as a slave to someone I don't even know !? After you beat me everyday , don't you regret hurting you son ? Are you really my father?"

"YANG JEONGIN" his father yelled , marching towards his son .

But before he could even touch him , Jeongin ran . He ran out the room , out of the house . Despite hearing his father yell his name , he didn't stop . He didn't care if he got lost or whatsoever , he was never going back to that house ever again .

Jeongin couldn't believe how cruel his fate was .

After literally marking his whole body with scars , starving him half to death , teaching him nothing but fear ,his father just had to make his life worse .

But he never knew his father would go as far as to sell him to a shameless man who would use him as a fuck toy . 

It was something couldn't handle .

He walked into the dark streets , completely venerable . He was shivering in cold since he wasn't wearing any warm clothes . He had nowhere to go and he had no idea what to do .

He kept walking until he heard whimpers and yelps along with sounds of something hard hitting someone .

Jeongin slowly approached the source of sound and to his horror , saw a man beating another man with a gun .

One was clutching down on the ground , bleeding until his clothes were drenched in blood , the other one was hitting him mercilessly .

"So you're still not going to tell me , huh ?" the man dressed in a spy suit said .

"N-never ......." the man under him stuttered .

"You asked for it then." the other one said as he pointed the gun at the victim and without thinking twice , shot him dead .

Jeongin yelped as the loud bang of the bullet running inside the man's skull echoed through the street causing his head to hurt .

His yelp seemed to grab the attention of the criminal who was now looking at him .

Jeongin quickly turned to his heel to run away but failed miserably as something hit his knees causing him to fall .

His heartbeat increased increased as he heard the muffled footsteps of the man approached him, and all he could do was tremble in fear .

He whimpered as a rough hand grabbed him by his upper arm , pulling him up and he met the cold blue eyes of the ruthless man who just murdered another being .

"Kill him" a deep voice spoke through the black ear piece the man was wearing .

Slowly , the man aimed his gun at Jeongin , pressing it against his head .

"Please ..........." Jeongin begged as tears began rolling down his cheeks ."Don't do this."

He could see the merciless look in the man's eyes soften as he looked at Jeongin , pitifully .

He sighed and instead of shooting him , he used the gun to hit Jeongin in the head , causing the boy's vision to black out .