DEVIANT HEARTS| HEESEUNG

25- Devious Words

ATHENA'S POV

Beeping sounds surrounded me, and gradually, my eyelids fluttered open, revealing the sterile expanse of a hospital room that stretched out before me. I looked around the white room but I didn't find anyone. Jin must have brought me here after I lost consciousness. I didn't want to stay there. No more.

I needed answers. Looking around I yanked out the serum tube they were injecting me with and walked to my bag, which I was glad that Jin brought with him. My mind was running miles and miles.

Grabbing my bag and keys. I wished not to meet my brother when I got out of there, I needed to be somewhere else. I was glad he did not meet me as I noticed that the night had already rolled in. It was all black outside which made me check my watch, it was ten p.m. already.

Did I care?

I did not.

Once in my car, I grabbed my phone quickly went to the search option, and opened my Kindle app to buy the ebook. I didn't have time to go home and read it. I needed it now. Once I completed it, I started reading the book on my phone. The words hang in my throat as my mind reads every letter and every word.

My mother made a fictional character out of Heeseung. Out of Heeseung Jones. He had been a main character in one of my mother's novels, the same character who was the client I had to give my testimony during his next trial. I wipe my tears hard away from my face. I was still feeling dizzy and not myself while I read the words written by my own mother, I didn't understand how she could make a character out of her life, how did she know him? How did she know that he was assaulted in his own house? my mother's words were fucking with my brain right now. Pain hatred and pity swallowed me. Dad said that she was visiting their house when had his panic attack- how? Hwy? I want answers- I was thirsting for answers.

The boy spent days crying in his room, emptiness filled me,

I blinked away the tears in my throat as I passed to the next page, I was reading the book I swore I never read, I had sworn I would never read any of my mother's books.

The man visited the boy's room. He was no father but he was at the age of his father. The blonde-haired man exploited the boy's mind and body. He whispered sinned things to him and dis-sinned things to him.

Tears welled in my eyes as I absorbed the weight of the story, my heart aching for the pain that had been inflicted upon the innocent.

A boy's innocence was thrown into a loop, he would never have a normal life after what's happened to him. He never talked about it. He liked being alone- uncomfortably alone.

My tears flowed down my cheeks as I read every word of the book. I could see my tears falling on the screen one after one before I quickly wiped the screen on my clothes and wiped the screen.

He came. He visited their house.

Nights and nights.

The boy stayed awake every night after, he couldn't sleep. He didn't understand what he was doing or what the man was doing.

He stayed awake every night as the lamp beside his bedside illuminated the room. I've never seen his mother checking on him, she was never there.

I was broken. My heart broke with every word written.

The boy would sometimes stay at the window and watch the moon. I watched from my window how he leaned every time and talked to the moon silently and I just watched him like a creep because I couldn't do anything. I felt stuck.

I was a mess. A literal mess.

My mother was messier than her. How could she not talk about it to someone? Why did she not call the police? Why?