A little Pain (BoyxBoy) --Chapter 14 onwards..

Unmasking part1

17.

If you're asking me why I hate my parents so much, let me tell you this story. It happened when I was barely 5 years old. Even if I'm 15 now, I could clearly remember it—vividly remember everything that has happened. You can't blame me anyway, how could a child ever forget the fact that, for the very first time—he has been abandoned by his mother, all alone crying in an alley only to be molested by some drug addicts roaming around the city??

This happened when my mother took me to shop with her in a prestigious, high end mall near Shibuya. When we were about to leave, she brings me into a dark alley. I don't know it at first. I was just a child back then. All I know is that wherever I am, wherever she's bringing me, I know I'm safe because I'm with her-I'm with my mother and I know she won't abandon me.

But I was all wrong.

"Don't worry Seiri." She smiles as she places her hands on my shoulders. "Wait here okay? Mommy will come back."

I nodded.

Then she leaves me behind.

I patiently waited for her. I don't even know how long I've waited for her to come back—was it even a couple of minutes? Or maybe hours?

I've waited and waited until she never actually came to pick me up. Back then all I ever thought was that she's on her way and she's just late. I was still hoping. But nobody came. I was crying my heart out, screaming for her to come pick me up. My throat's dry and aching, my whole body's freezing due to the cold weather outside. I've waited and waited for hours, praying that she'll soon appear before me but instead, somebody came—and it was not her. It was a group of thugs loitering around the city.

As an innocent child, I thought these people would help me find my mom so I gladly approached them. But I was wrong. They in fact took my situation for granted. Instead of helping me, they molested me.

It was sickening.

It was traumatic and painful.

What happened that night is a nightmare for me. The incident has traumatized me for a couple of years. Grandma used to comfort me while I was having my nightmares. She actually saved me from this suffering of mine. If she weren't there, I'd be insane right now.

The people begin to notice what was happening back then. Maybe my screaming and crying were too loud for them to hear and eventually report it to the police. Soon, they were able to rescue me from those lowlife thugs and afterwards, sent them immediately to prison for child molestation. After the incident, they were able to trace back my guardians and sent me back home.

I was happy to finally come home—my grandma immediately embraced me when she saw me safe and alive, father and mother was there too, but they were rather distant from me. Sure they were relieved because I'm finally home but for some reason, it's as if they're not happy with it, especially when I saw mother's expression. It's the one I could never forget—ever. Upon seeing me, she was not even delighted at all, she couldn't even act as if she's happy about me, she was too furious she couldn't hide it anymore. All I could see from her face, from her eyes is disgust and nothing else.

That's the moment when I thought to myself; she really abandoned me back then.

My family's twisted as for my perception.

In front of the media, they act as if they really care about me. Like any other rich kids, they sent me to one of Japan's private schools for show. And when the media's gone, everything's back to reality for me. They would treat me like trash. It has been years since they've left me confused as to why they're treating me like this. I don't even know why my mother hates me while my father doesn't even give a damn about me.