I'm so sorry guys, it took me a little long to edit and proofread. Though it was the base of the story, I had to make sure, everything was good. Still, if you guys find any loophole or missing something. Like a time gap issue or something just ask me. I might answer you guys but might have forgotten to add to the story.
I hope it's not boring...
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You're staying with them because you are scared of being alone. But think about it, aren't you already alone, being with them either way? At some point in our lives, we all pretend to be happy and alright until someone actually understands the pain behind our smile. How bizarre, it usually comes out with a simple,
'Are you okay?'
It took years of beating, torture, and pain for Win to go through and then meet someone who finally asked him.
"Where is the money?" asked Niran slapping Win for the tenth time this night. The 12-year-old boy would have been weeping and crying with the amount of beating he has taken today but no he was strong, strong from the way he was treated for years. These slaps were just a warm-up for him, although he was bleeding from his lips and nose, and his cheeks were bruised and swollen due to beating he still wasn't crying. Not because he didn't feel like crying, but because he didn't want to cry in front of his father and show him, he was getting affected.
Niran and Fah had an arranged marriage, years ago Niran's father was in debt, he took a lot of loans from Fah's father and started his own business. But due to negligence, habit of drinking, and greed his business failed and he went bankrupt. Fah was lesbian and her father was homophobic. So, before Fah ran away and his dignity was tarnished, he got them both married.
Niran married Fah happily as she was bringing fortune with her. After marriage, he started raping Fah every day and her father cut all the ties with her stating now, she was married and she should handle her matters on her own. Fah's brother Arthit tried to help her but his father threatened him disown from the business if he ever tried to meet her. Although Arthit loved his sister very much he didn't dare to go homeless. Till the time she got pregnant, she was too weak, and she died on the hospital bed giving birth to Win.
Win was raised by his father alone but not with love. "You will be my asset you will bring me money." Said Niran when he took Win home and left Fah's body in the hospital. The hospital contacted the organization and gave Win's information too with her body, in case someone came in the future looking for it.
The organization cremated her body and kept a copy of Win's birth certificate safely. He was named Win by her mother as soon as he was born, and although Fah was dying, she could see in her last time how beautiful that boy was. "Win, he won the battle unlike his mother, he will survive in this world, unlike his mother. I love you so much, please forgive your mom." Were her last words she murmured in his ears and closed her eyes.
When Win turned 8, his father started asking him to go out and earn money. At first, Win was so lost he didn't know what to do, he cried for hours when Niran hit him for the first time, Niran was out of all the money and took out his frustration on Win. "I raised you so that you could feed me, not the opposite so, get out there and bring me money." Said Niran and pushed him out of the house shutting the door on his face.
Win banged on the door for hours crying and screaming to his father to open the door, at least give him some slippers as it was really hot outside but Niran was already passed out with a bottle in his hand on the sofa.
When he was tired his throat felt soar by all the crying. He started walking aimlessly on the streets in search of water. He saw some street shops and went to them with his smeared and tears dried face.
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