ESCAPE

CHAPTER 1

PORSCHE'S POV:

Phaw threw me against the wall again as if I was a rag doll exclusively carved for him to satisfy his ego and take his wrath out on. He never needed any reason to hit me and this time was no different.

"I hate this wretched face of yours!" His voice screeched through the desolate room. It had become a regular routine for him to curse me out whenever he felt like it.

"Tch! Your eyes. Are they stones? You...You seriously disgust me." He expressed his displeasure towards my eyes that seemed to have lost their shine or fear. It was true indeed. I could feel like they were just smoothly rough pebbles sitting in my skull socket.

"Only if you and your existence could somehow disappear, I would be able to stay happily with my beautiful wife. I hate that father of yours who caused such condition of my wife. And seeing how much you resemble him even though you are Namphueng's son makes me nauseous." He continued as he tapped on his cigerette over the ashtray but stopped midway.
His eyes flicked up towards me as an evil grin spread across his features. The cigerette was withdrawn from it's place at once as he started marching towards me with the cig inbetween his fingers still, making me widen my eyes fearing what was coming next.

He bent down to my height and seizing my mouth with his hand rendered me incapable of producing any sound. A deep chuckle left his throat as his other hand swung up with the half lit cigerette and pressed it deep into the skin beside my chin making me scream in agony but the sound couldn't even escape my throat. His hand firmly blocked every little noise from going out of my mouth while his other hand kept burrowing it deep into my skin. Tears started streaming down my face as I sat there feeling helpless and in immense pain. My whole body was already frozen as a trauma response to the situation and no matter how hard I tried to, none of my reflexes seemed to work. My previously stony eyes were now filled with terror to say the least and mind could only pray for everything to end soon.

"See? Your eyes can show emotions! So keep it in that little head of your that show this terror whenever you see me. KNOW YOUR GOD DAMNED PLACE." He said while grinding his teeth making me want to attack him but all I could do was blame the situation and the creator for giving me such a cruel fate.

"Dinner's ready. Mae's monotonous voice echoed through the room. Her eyes fell on me who was slumped on the ground and was groaning in pain but like always her nonchalant self didn't care about any of it and she left the scene after informing whatever she wanted to.

"Tch! Lucky bas*ard." He clicked his tongue in displeasure as he got up.

"Get up and wash that good-for-nothing face of yours. Your mae must be waiting for us." He gave a last look of disgust before leaving the room. I curled up into a ball as soon as he left the room and started sobbing bitterly into my knees. The tears were making the burnt wound feel worse. No clue if it was the physical wound that hurt so much or the emotional wound of having to accept the unfortunate fate bestowed upon me, that made the tears stream down endlessly.

"Will this e-ever e-end?" I questioned myself but failed to receive an answer. A few moments later my body finally got up from the ground not wanting to disobey the given orders and risk facing consequences.

At dining table:

"Just who do you take after to be so slow?" Phaw commented.

He remarked even though he knew that my hands were shivering from how sharply he was burrowing his nails into my thigh.

He let go of me after he was done with his dinner and got up from the table with a devilish smirk.

After he retired to his room, the night went normal. I completed whatever assignment was given to me, looked out the window to observe the occasional passerbys and treated the recent wounds that I had acquired.