When his mother died, Gun knew his life was over. His stepfather looked at him with angry when the coffin hit the bottom.
Although he really wanted to cry, he tried to be strong. if that man saw him crying, he would most likely receive a beating when he got home.
If he was still allowed to touch that place.
When that solemn act was finished, he followed it in silence without really knowing what to do.
He and his mother lived in that man's house since he was twelve years old. Abuse and beatings were practically his daily bread, but at least had a warm place were sleep with his three meals at day.
Despite everything, he knew that he couldn't judge his mother for taking her own life. It had to be very strong to live with a man like that, even if that decision condemned him to live alone with him.
Maybe she thought it would be okay since he had already finished school and was accepted into the central university with a full scholarship to study mechanical engineering. But forgot one detail, it was just a study, he still needed a place to eat and sleep.
He had nothing, he had never worked, he always lived off his stepfather's money. He got into the car of him and looked down unsure. His finger played with each other trying to cushion the anxiety he felt.
Even his breathing was heavy. They were both silent, but the tension was palpable.
Your mother is dead -told him coldly.
I know...-he responded in just a whisper.
I no longer have any type of relationship with you, and you are of legal age. I assume you know how to take care of yourself -He spoke again after a pause.
I...I don't really have anywhere to go, my mother had no siblings or family.
The man sighed in annoyance.
You do not have friends?
Yes...but no one will accept me into their home, they are starting university like me.
"You have a month," was the only thing he said.
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The university was indeed beautiful, it had a lot of green places and you could see the students in their bubble of happiness. Groups of friends walked and laughed while talking about anything.
He wanted that joy, he wanted to be happy.
The first week of class wasn't so bad, he took advantage of the place to meet people and ask about pensions, although they told him about many, they were quite expensive.
That's exactly when he met him.
He was writing down the numbers on the bulletin board on his phone when someone tapped his shoulder.
His slightly long black hair looked incredibly soft, his eyes were deep and he had a very pretty smile.
He was holding several papers in his arms, apparently he was promoting something.
Hey kid, are you a first year?
Eh... yes... -he responded shyly before the strong and animated voice of the other.
Well, my name is Oab, I invite you to join us, I promise you that you will have a lot of fun – he said and handed him a pamphlet.
Join? Are they a cult or something?
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Unwanted Butterflies {OffGun}
FanficGun Atthaphan lost his mother and was kicked out by his stepfather. His only alternative to survive will be to accept Off Jumpol's deal, even if it means betraying his best friend and his boyfriend. Although maybe he'll like that more than he thinks...
