DARLING, YOU'RE HIGH AGAIN.

CH 17: Father

"Ah, HaHaHaHa! Lixie, look at your face, you look like a life so fucked up guy with those glasses on. Should i send this to father? What do you think?" Bob showed Felix the selfie he just took, purposely annoying the older, his laugh becoming more and more loud.

"You piece of shit." Felix will curse Bob while he's at it, who knows what will happen to him later.

"Ay! You're really no fun, anyway, bring him to the car. It's too hot in here." Bob put his phone back to his pocket again, walking towards his mercedes benz humming a tune that annoyed Felix so much he feel like suffocating.

"But not in my baby, to your own car, i don't want filth with me." Bob hissed, going inside the mercedes, eye provokingly sticky on Felix.

"I don't want to be in your car either, motherfucker, only piece of shits go in there anyway." Felix spat.

But he doesn't really care about car or anything, he wanted Sam to arrive and save him, he wanted to be saved. No one else will, he can't free himself from these tights grasps. There are only few people seeing them right now, but did they help? No they didn't.

"How dare you." Bob exaggerated his gasp, hand on his chest, looking like he was extremely offended by the statement.

"Get out of my sight, Felix, you're such a sore eye. Get him out of here!" Bob ordered, gesturing both of the new guards to bring Felix into the other car.

"No, no." Felix could only shake his head in disagreement. He needed to wait for him to come, only him could save the troubled man right now. Felix needed him.

Why are you taking so damn long?

Felix was harshly thrown inside the car. Both of the guards in the front seat. Felix aggressively remove the glasses from his face throwing it angrily outside the car's window, Bob of course saw this but he only grin.

Felix stare at the guard.

Dressed in black suit with a tattooed neck, chin and jaw covered with black beard, big wide arms with bulging veins. Both perfectly molded as stoic, guns in their hands, all four eyes on him. Both alarmed and alert, security earpiece neatly placed on their concha. Felix is fully aware that he couldn't do anything.

Shit. I'm done for, i'm so fucked up, my life is over. This is it, im screwed as fuck.

"You're about to taste real hell, Felix." Felix just sink into fear deeper after coming across those words.

Please don't say that.

"You will fall into hell, and no one will save you, people are little devils dressed in human skin. I am one and you are one as well, people are evil in their own ways, but if you don't become the most evil of them all you're going to fall into a pit of hell where the kind one goes. You don't want to be suffering like them, do you?"

Those are bitter memories of Felix's father. Felix now only know what it truly meant. It wasn't anything to warn him about the cruelty of the world, it was simply a sign that he is the one who will feed him the real cruelty.

If he was born with a different father Felix could've live a better life, or if he just change himself willingly better for his own son, Felix will not have to tolerate all this pain.

If he was like those other normal fathers who work a proper job with no evilness tainted to it, who love his child like how he should, Felix could've grow someone a lot better, much different.

If he didn't work at that hellhole and didn't let his son being sold to some old men, Felix wouldn't have to be thinking about all these possibilities if he ever had such a great father.