Don't want to love you

Chapter 11

7 years ago

Two guys were sitting on the bed, holding hands, one of them a brunette with an anxious face. The other had brown hair, he did not take his eyes off the brunette. There was concern in his eyes. Across from them sat a long-haired brunette, biting her lip, thinking about something. There was a dead silence in the room, which no one dared to interrupt until the moment when the door creaked. The two guys instantly unclenched their hands and forced smiles.

"Kids, come out, dinner is ready." Said a man about fifty years old and closed the door. The guys' forced smiles disappeared.

"So what?" The girl asked. "It's now or never."

"Freen, it's not so fucking easy!" The brunette raised his voice and spread his hands to the side, but the guy next to him intertwined their hands. "What will I do if they don't accept our relationship with Price?"

"Heng, mom and dad love us very much and do everything for us. Do you really think they'll disown you because you're gay?" Freen looked at her brother doubtfully.

"Hey, you don't have to do this." Said the guy with brown hair, while squeezing the brunette's hand tighter.

"But I want it." Mr. Chankimha shouted something, most likely, repeatedly called the teenagers to the table. "Well, it's now or never." Heng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, releasing his boyfriend's hand.

All three of them went down and sat down at the table in silence. Heng sat next to Price, in the center of the table on one side was Mrs. Chankimha's seat, and opposite Mr. Chankimha. Freen sat down opposite Price. The maids served the dishes on the table. Heng gave his boyfriend as much food as possible, making sure that he was eating well, but he didn't put anything on himself. Freen only helped herself to a salad and stared at the two guys. Price's hand wandered over the brunette's knee, but it was not a seductive gesture.

"Heng, why aren't you eating anything?" Mrs. Chankimha asked.

"Actually, I'd like to talk to you.."

"What a coincidence! We have something to tell you too." Mr. Chankimha interrupted the brunette. "Heng, you're already 22 years old, and you still haven't had a girlfriend. It's time to think, I want to see my grandchildren soon." The brunette's face frowned, and his body tensed.

"Why a girl at once, Enzo? Maybe it will be a guy. Or Heng is asexual. We are not ancient people, now we need to think more broadly."Mrs. Chankimha objected to her husband's words.

"Lana, are you crazy? My son won't be like that, I didn't raise him like that. It's not normal, a man should be with a woman, not with another man! It's an abomination." The man's face twisted.

"What do you mean? He's our son, he was raised by us, not you. And we will accept him by anyone, gay, bisexual, bisexual, transsexual, anyone, as long as he does not harm other people." The woman raised her voice and before Enzo answered her, there was a loud bang. Heng slammed his fist on the table and stood up, drawing attention to himself.

"That's enough." He said it in an imperious tone, and then took Price by the hand and forced him to stand up too. The brunette looked at his sister, who was shaking her head negatively so as not to aggravate the situation, but Heng ignored it. "Price and I are dating. But as I understand it, we are not welcome here." Heng led the guy after him, but a rude voice stopped them.

"You two.." The elderly man's eyes were filled with anger, he looked like a rabid dog that was about to foam from his mouth. "Price, we accepted you as our own son when Heng became friends with you. And this is how you respond to the kindness shown to you? But you, Heng.. An abomination. How could I let this happen? You're not my son anymore. Freen, I hope you won't embarrass me as much as your brother.." Slap in the face. Enzo did not have time to finish when his wife appeared in front of him and he felt a blow on his cheek.

"Don't ever talk about any of them like that. Pack your bags and get out. I think there is another place where you will be welcome." The woman said the last sentence in a lower voice, hoping that no one would hear him.

Enzo pushed his wife, causing her to hit the corner of the table and began to approach her. When he came up and swung, the sound of a slap echoed through the kitchen. But the blow was taken by Freen, who was standing closest to them at that moment. Instead of apologizing, the man only pushed the girl away and wanted to hit his wife, but this time he felt a punch in the jaw, which made him stagger. The blow was repeated and Enzo was already on the floor, and Heng was on top of him. The brunette continued to beat his own father with his fists, whose face began to swell. Gradually, the series of blows began to slow down and the anger in Heng's eyes was replaced by sadness. Instead of fists, tears were flying on Enzo's face now. Price grabbed Heng by the arms and pulled him away from the man, after which he hugged the brunette tightly. Mrs. Chankimha tenderly kissed her daughter's face, especially the cheek that Enzo had hit. Everything was blurry in the man's eyes, but suddenly his pupils widened with the realization of what had happened.

He silently went to pack his things and just left without saying a word. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he left the house.

"Mom, did he cheat on you?" Suddenly asked Freen, who had heard the same sentence.

"He's still doing it, but I turned a blind eye to it to keep the family together. I wanted to wait for the moment when both of you will work and live separately." Lana sighed. "Nothing, it's fine. The woman smiled warmly and opened her arms for hugs, into which Heng and Freen instantly rushed. "Price, why are you standing there? Come here." The blonde looked at her in surprise, but still joined the hug. "Guys, know that I love you all no matter what."

A month later

Freen gave her zip hoodie to the brunette and turned around with a smile on her face. But her smile faded when she saw the worried expression on Heng's face. She came up to him, he threw his jacket over her shoulders, and then said.

"Freen, father is back. Hurry up to the house, Price is there now, but he can't do it alone. Enzo is drunk." From these words, sweat broke out on the brunette's face. Heng grabbed her hand and they ran into the house from where the screams were coming.

When they ran into the house, Heng immediately dialed the police number and rushed towards his father and mother. Price moved away, and Freen couldn't move. Enzo was ready to strike Lana, but Heng pushed him away. Then the elderly man hit his son with all his might, causing his legs to give way and he fell to his knees.

"Heng!" Price and Freen shouted at the same time.

Freen ran to her brother, but felt the slap again. Tears involuntarily rolled from her eyes from impotence. She also fell to her knees next to Heng. Enzo was pinning Lana to the kitchen counter. Price quickly ran up to Freen and Heng, not knowing who to calm down. Heng nodded towards his sister and started to get up, holding his side. Price hugged the girl tightly to him, allowing her to cry into his shoulder. Lana, who was pinched, felt for a knife on the kitchen counter and took it, pointing it at Enzo.

"I already told you not to touch my children." Lana said it in a trembling voice. The man snatched the knife from her hands and grinned.

"Or what?" Enzo's nasty laugh echoed throughout the kitchen and he swung the knife, stabbing.

The man recoiled when he saw Heng in front of him, who started coughing up blood. The stab was right in his heart. The brunette's body began to fall when Lana caught him. Seeing what had happened, Price and Freen rushed to Heng, who was resting in his mother's arms. The blonde grabbed the guy by the cheeks, begging him not to die. Freen was doing the same, holding her brother's hand. The last thing Heng did was a lifeless smile. Tears continued to drip on the brunette. The kitchen was filled with sobs, screams. Price stood up with anger in his eyes, he was ready to kill Enzo, but there were sounds of flashing lights. The police broke into the house, but were confused as to who was guilty. An elderly man voluntarily approached them.

"It was me." But instead of giving up, he grabbed a gun from a policeman, shooting himself in the temple.

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