Beautiful bastard and a girl

Chapter 69

Mon's POV

I walked down the road slowly, counting each step without any sense of direction of where the hell I am going

The burning sun didn't bother me

The thoughts inside my head are burning me a lot more than this deep harsh sun

The phone call I received is replaying nonstop in my head like a broken record

"I'm sorry Mon, we couldn't save her. She gave-"

The phone slipped from my hand, I couldn't talk to anyone anymore

No way

I feel pain everytime I breath, it's like I'm breathing in particles of glass

I thought I escaped it

I thought we escaped it Mon

I thought we broke the curse

But it seems like the fate is not yet done with us

He wants to play with us a little more

Have you ever felt that sensation where you want to cry so hard, but the tears won't come out, and it feels like all your veins are about to burst?

Please fate... please

If one of us dies, I always hoped that I would die first

Please not her

Please don't take her from me again

Why is this happening?

*Riiingg.... (Sam calling)

Mon : Hello

Sam : Hey Mon, where are you?

Mon : I had to go

Sam : Are you okay? Are you crying?

Mon : No it's okay, I just had to do something Sam, I'll call you later

Sam : I'm worried. You sound different

Mon : I just... I have something to take care of. Please give me some time

Sam : Okay I understand, but if there's anything, anything at all, call me please

Mon : Okay

*End call

I walked to the bus stop

I can feel my hands shivering

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

I know we're far apart, but we're still the same

We both are the same, we were both suffering in different ways

I could have helped you

I would have travelled across the country in bare foot if that was what it took for me to see you one last time

Do you look like me? Or are you taller?

You must be fairer than me, you loved your milky white skin

You scrubbed until your skin and my skin until it scratched so that some nice family would adopt us

I still remember how you hugged me and cried that whole night

Then the next day they took you away, you didn't look at me because you couldn't see me fading away

You didn't see me, but I ran behind the car until the security guard came and dragged me back into the orphanage

I screamed for you, but we weren't strong enough to have what we wanted

It hurts so hard

I'm still holding on to those memories because that's the only thing that I have to cherish

Why are you going to leave me like this?

It's not fair

It's not fair, you promised me

You promised me that one day we will both break this curse and win

You can't leave me in the middle of the road... please

I'm still holding onto the illusion that you're happy and smiling in somewhere nice

Please Mon, I don't want to say goodbye

Please...

*Flashback

"Hello Mrs Chankimha"

She gently smiled and bent down

"Mon~ you can call me Mom"

She looks like an Angel in the Christmas crib set, with glistening eyes which held so much warmth and comfort

I haven't ever seen anyone as beautiful as her, she only lacked the big feathery wings on her back

I smiled and nodded

"Okay... M..o..m.."

She giggled and hugged me

My god... what is this feeling?

Is this why it feels like to have a mother?

I felt an instant blanket of safe and warmth wrap around me and the whole became calm and nice in a split second

It was like she had a magical touch

I started crying, sobbing with hiccups

Why? I don't know

It was like some weird strange feeling piercing into my chest and that piercing pain made me cry

She just tightened her hug and pulled me closer

She held me until I cried for a long time, she held me and didn't leave me

I felt like I wasn't an inconvenience to her, and that was very strange

She's much different than the Nannie's who scream at us if we ever start crying

Instead of words like 'troubling child' or ' over dramatic', she gave me a comforting silence and let me be

She let go of the hug after a while and looked into my eyes

"Mon, it's okay baby. It's okay my sweetheart. It's okay to cry and let it out"

I looked at the ground

She gently squeezed my shoulder

"Where's your sister?"

"Eating Mom"

She looked at the Nanny

"Okay let's go find her too. What's her name?"

"It's Mon too Mrs. Chankimha. Their mother couldn't be bothered to give them two names. She only wanted to dump them here and leave. So we have them different second names. We call them MonMon twins"

The nanny kept blabbering but Mrs Chankimha shot her a stern look and shook her head

"Sorry ma'am"

The nanny gave an apologetic smile

Mrs Chankimha held my hand

"Sweetheart, take me to her"

"Okay Mom"

I walked down the hall

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