a world made just for us

if you don't say it, i won't know.

There inside of the plain wooden box was something Rain never thought they would find. There in the box was the reason they were here. A small black pistol. Rain had to stop himself from dropping the box. He set it down carefully, his wide eyes moving to look at the boy in the mirror.

"T-The gun..." He whispered. He was completely shocked. All the colour had drained from his face. Nothing could have prepared Rain for finding the murder weapon. The gun itself was small, a black handgun that could have been easily hidden away to use for protection. It fit with Phayu's description of his father keeping guns around their home just in case he needed them at any point.

"The gun... was in a box, in the wall?" Phayu spelled out. He himself couldn't believe that it had been that easy. Rain's clumsiness had come in handy once again. Though he couldn't help but wonder, if they were trying to hide the weapon, why just behind some drywall? It was too easy.

"The wall..." Rain repeated. He sat in awe, unable to form a coherent sentence in his mind. Words zoomed through his brain jumbled and nonsense filled. He felt like his brain was going to explode. The wall had crumbled so easily, how did no one break it in the past? Maybe the reason why it was so easily broken was because it had been patched in the past. He shook his head, trying his best to clear it. He couldn't handle all of this information. It just brought up even more questions.

"I wonder.." Phayu started, lucky for Rain, his brain seemed to be able to process this information quite quickly. "Rain, do you think you could maybe get the building plans for this house?" Rain thought for a moment before he responded.

"I-I don't know, possibly? My dad would probably know if we could." Rain said, closing the box slowly.He wasn't sure what to even do with the box. Of course he couldn't let his parents find it. This secret was beginning to become impossible to hide. It was only a matter of time until his parents would find out or he would be forced to tell them.

"Are you okay with asking him?" Phayu asked. Rain nodded, letting out a small sigh. He could maybe come up with a reason for wanting the build records of the home, It would be able to buy them some more time. He hoped. It would at least stop him from asking more questions.

"I think I have an idea to not make him question too much." Rain said.

"And if it doesn't work?" Phayu asked.

"Then, I'll figure out a way to get them myself."

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"Dad, can I talk to you?" Rain asked, walking through the living room over to the couch where his father had been sitting, watching TV. It had been a few days since he discovered the weapon in the wall. Trying to talk to his parents felt like an olympic sport, they were almost never home. His father looked a bit confused at the sudden question, but nodded.

"Of course, Rain, is everything okay?" He responded.

It had been a while since their fight, and just like Phayu had predicted, his father had come to him and apologized. Rain wasn't fully sure if it had been completely his father's idea, or if his mother had something to do with it. Either way, he was happy that his father was no longer angry with him. A bonus of all of this, his father was actually excited for him to start college as an architect student. He was being fully supportive.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine dad." Rain assured, he shifted his feet, not putting a bunch of confidence in his words. He sighed, ruffling his own hair before he continued his question. It was now or never. The worst he could say would be no. Rain could live with that answer. It would just mean he would have to be a bit sneaky and find another way to get the documents for himself.

"Do you have any way to maybe get the build documents of this house?" He asked, his words rushing out, some of them sounding like they were all one word instead of an actual sentence. His father took a beat to process just what it was his son had asked.