EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 40

Blood drips on Atlas's hands as he punched Timothy again on the face. Punched. Punched. Punched. He do it repeatedly. His eyes are full of vengeance, dark and he's barbaric. Light died in his eyes, there's no mercy on it as he continued breaking Timothy's face.

It didn't leave Atlas's mind the memory of what he witnessed earlier. Timothy's moving up and down on Race. Timothy raping Race. Race's eyes full of sadness and hurt and hope died in his eyes. Race's tied up on a chair and he's helpless while Timothy was enjoying himself and there's Race dying.

Fuck that. Punched doesn't enough for him. He should-

"Let's go, Atlas," Sebastian interrupted him. "Let's burry him-"

"I'm not done yet." There's no emotion left in his voice.

"Atlas, he's dead. You cannot hurt what is dead-"

"It's not enough, you know?" Atlas said, tracing the bullet hole on Atlas's forehead down to his chest, to his belly, to his abdomen and down to Timothy's manhood. Timothy's manhood cut off when Atlas shot it multiple times. He doesn't like what he witnessed, Atlas felt like he's trembling with anger. He cannot understood himself, he wanted to break anything he saw.

"He raped Race. Race is broken because of this fucking bastard. He can't collect Race's pieces since it's already shattered." Atlas stood up, he's not blinking as he stared down at Timothy's dead body. "I don't know what to do, Sebastian. I am too late, my Race is already broken and I cannot do anything so he'll come back to his old self." Atlas turned to face Sebastian and he stared like he didn't know who's standing in front of him. It felt like he cannot see clearly because he was flooded with so much emotion right now.

Atlas doesn't know what to think anymore. His mind was full of so much thoughts. He doesn't know what to do first, he felt like he's useless because he cannot do anything.

Atlas also blamed himself for what happened at Race. He kept on blaming himself. If he just arrived earlier, he'll be able to save Race before that motherfucking bastard did something horrible at Race. If he just arrived on time perhaps this will not happened.

"I don't want to lose him," he whispered. "I am lost without him." He continued. "What should I do now? He's in the hospital, battling for his life and I should be there to fight with him, but I am here, terrified and weak."

Atlas for the first time felt like his heart shattered into pieces. He wanted to cry, but he stop himself.

"Then go there, stay beside him-"

"I can't do that-"

"Why the fuck is that-"

"-because I cannot face, Race! It will break my heart seeing him in that condition! I feel the guilt whenever I see him! I am fucking at fault! If I arrived on time perhaps this will not happened, yet I am too slow! My heart can't take to be there!" Atlas exclaimed and he shouted, kicked the chair and he let his anger to embraced him.