LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 05 - Clip

" get me something to eat" Nan said, grabbing Mac retreating shoulders.

" you can starve to death" Mac scolded, shrugging Nan off, walking past Itt. He was embarrassed. Itt had caught them kissing or more descriptively, Nan pinning Mac against his car, lips pressed, Nan's zipper undone. If Itt hadn't come, surely Nan would have demanded to give him a blowjob. Shameless! 

Itt's arrival had shocked Mac, sending his heart racing. He had been enjoying the kiss actually, not like he would admit out aloud. Walking towards home, it struck him. Mac's Dad had wanted his cheque book back and  it was in the office. Trying the door, it was locked. Shit!

He had to go back to that bastard for the key. Annoyed, Mac made his way again to the mechanic shed where they were. Approaching the corner, he heard Nan and Itt still going at it.

"Delete the clip Nan. Don't let it come back to haunt you both" Itt warned.//clip?//

" how do I? I have already deleted it when he went home the first time. You don't have to worry" Nan assured proudly.

" huh?" Shocked, Itt stared at Nan.

" errr...I fooled him all this while" Nan said laughingly.

Mac's heart dropped, palms going cold. The clip didn't exist? The reason for Mac's long term entrapment, his humiliation at Nan's hands was no longer there? Feeling dizzy suddenly,  the relief washing through his body, Mac lay his hand on the shed wall. It was gone. He can go home finally. It was gone. //but wait// if it no longer existed, what was Mac doing here? Relief diminishing as quickly as it came, anger surged forward.// why you bastard!//

Stomping in, he pushed Itt out of his way, heading straight to the Devil. He looked surprised to see Mac, face shifting as he approached. Without further hesitation, Mac punched Nan in the face, his knuckles making contact with his lips. Having never actually hit a man full force before, Mac surprised himself, it was like hitting something solid, pure bone, pain spreading up his knuckles. Nan's head turned slightly at the blow. Mac shook his hands, trying to relieve some of the pain, internally happy to see blood drip from Nan's lips.

" Nan!" Itt yelled, moving forward to help.

Turning back swiftly, body stiff, finger pointing at Itt's face.

" you!....stay out of this. Get out....Noww!!!" Mac screamed, face red, chest heaving. Looking slightly to the right, Itt eyes spoke at Nan in question, agreeing to leave only after Nan's nod.

" Mac....actually...." Itt started again.

" I SAID OUT!" had Itt leaving. Mac was very angry and he did not want to aggravate him further.

Turning back to the core of his anger, he mocked at Nan wiping the blood off.

" does it hurt bastard? Did you like it? Did you like when you tortured me! raped me! chained me like an animal in your basement! Three months...three fucking months I spent with you for what? To be made a fool? Did you enjoy laughing behind my back, watching me do everything you asked for a clip that didn't even exist huh? Who else dammit? Was it Day? Itt? Wei even...Did all of you enjoy laughing at my expense!" Mac screamed. 

Nan's chest trembled for once, his face draining of color. Never had Nan felt afraid in his adult years. His time with Day during the latter's Mafia years were more thrilling than fearful. Surviving in a hardcore part of the city, mingling with guns and fights, fear did not exist in his dictionary.  Not until now. Facing a 5' 6 slim man, nostrils flaring, fist clenching, glaring daggers at him. It's not the physique Nan cared about but the emotional consequences of this revelation. This was the one thing Nan didn't want Mac to find out. Not like this, not now definitely.