"P-please t-take me in ma'am", the stranger boy with pretty almond watery eyes pleaded in small voice.
and Rachel looked at him as if she was going to pierce into his soul.
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It was nighttime. And Rachel had received tons of work calls since evening. She had decided to go back to her penthouse. They were sitting near the pool relaxing for the night, hugging warm tight.
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𝗥'𝘀 POV
I was staring at his half recovered hand. Just a few days ago I met him and now I feel the urge to protect him at any cost. A sudden connection, as if I understand him well.
'R-Rachel,' he called out my name softly, looking up at me as he was snuggling into my neck.
'Yes Coco', I said sighing continuing to look up at the starry sky with heart eyes which were clouded by rage. Interesting.. I don't know how to express shit.
I looked down and caught him staring at me.
He then spoke up in a questioning tone, 'Y-you are worried a-about something?'
'No Coco I'm just wondering about work. We're going back to my penthouse tomorrow. I don't know when will I be able to return here,' I said in my same boring voice.
He sat up straight and said looking down, 'Uh, that you have decided to help me I-I will make you home cooked food! I'm sure it will make you feel more like a home! I can clean too-'.
I snickered and said, 'Shut your mouth Coco I didn't help you to have you as my slave. I can't resist your cooking though. But don't work much. I have chefs appointed.'
'T-thank you for helping me that day. I don't k-know what would I have done without y-you,' he said sobbing.
He had really bad anxiety. He would tear up, shutter and shake, sometimes pass out too. I was genuinely worried for him.
'Hey baby. You don't need to thank me. Calm down. Try to match my breathing. You're my only family. And throw away that thought of you being a burden to me, from your airhead,' I said to him rubbing his back.
'No but y-you don't even know me but still you're h-helping me. I'm f-family?' he asked.
'You are as precious as a diamond to me baby. And tell me everything if you're comfortable,' I said to him.
'Yes. Y-you should know everything about me before keeping me with you. It all started when I was born. I used to stay in a small room with my mother, she would always p-protect me. But when I was around nine h-he k-killed her in front of my eyes. My father w-was a-abusive. H-he beat me with anything he would find l-like I w-was an object. He said h-he didn't like me because I am not useful to h-him. He a-always said that I'm weak. Somebody kidnapped m-me when I was coming h-home from school one day a-and I found myself in those dirty c-chambers, like a jail. I was seventeen. I counted days. Nobody came to save me. I was made a slave but they would s-sell others. I was held hostage and beaten up every day. I wanted to die. I tried to a-attempt suicide one night but they caught me and I was beaten again. I remember I could walk for days after that. I h-had lost e-every hope. B-but after years they decided to sell me off too. They stopped beating me so that I could become a g-good deal by staying p-pretty,' he cried hard.
