Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

29 - The Truth

"Wake up, bitch!" I feel a slap on my face as I struggle to open my heavy eyes. I'm a bit drowsy and I feel like puking at a strange after taste in my mouth. My head is too heavy to lift up. I try moving my hands, but I can't. It seems like something is holding them together behind me. My eyes flutter open, blurry, stinging. 

Where the fuck am I? 

Then I remember. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was me being dragged inside the yacht where Sean was brought in and where Mark and Lara followed. 

Mark. Could he really be a part of this? 

"I told you not to hurt her, didn't I?" I hear a familiar male voice coming from my far left, his footsteps nearing us. "Get out of the room, Lara." He shouts again. I can see a pair of shoes in front of me now. 

"But..." Lara complains but is soon silenced. Then I hear the door closing. 

"Sean....." I manage to say. I still can't look up. It's as if I have the most terrible of hangovers and all I can do is let my head hang low. "How....I thought...Why?"

I feel his hands untying my wrists behind me then he goes down in front of me, untying my feet too. He then drags a chair from somewhere in the room and positions it in front of me, facing the other way. He spreads his legs and sits on it, leaning his elbows and head at the backrest of the chair. Now, I can see the lower part of his face. "I'm sorry about this." He says, tilting my head up, like he's inspecting my face. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"Sean..." I cough out, feeling like throwing up again. "Please. What is this? You were caught....I saw you..."

"Yeah..." he laughs. "Nice show, wasn't it?"

"Show? How..." 

"See, Tina. Your story was quite interesting. Wanna hear mine?" He leans closer, making the chair tilt a bit. 

I stay quiet, trying to control myself from blacking out again as I feel my blood getting colder and my head getting lighter. I blink several times, licking my dry lips, trying to swallow with my dry throat.

"Need water?" He asks. Not waiting for an answer, he gets up and leaves the room only to return after a full minute with a glass of clear water in his hand, making sure to bolt the door. "Let me help you."  He lifts up my face with my chin, putting the glass in my mouth. 

The water moisturizes the insides of my mouth and I gulp down the whole glass as he watches me with amused eyes. Just then that I see his face clearly. "You asshole." I croak out. I notice I'm in a small cabin, probably inside the boat. "You can't get away with this, Sean."

"Hey, c'mon." He sits back down on his chair after putting the glass down on the floor beside his foot. "That's unfair. I listened to your story, now you have to listen to mine."

I stay silent, letting my head hang low again. 

"Once upon a time," he starts, "there was this really stupid teenager who has a loser for a father and a crazy bitch for a friend. And this friend's father is even crazier than her. So, one day, this friend introduced him to this princess and he instantly fell in love with her. He used all his charms to get the princess. And after some time, he got her. They were happily in love with each other, until one day, he found out that he was being used."

I furrow my brows, not letting him see how confused I am right now. 

"You see, his friend turned out to be a witch who has made him do what she wanted so her dad could get in the princess' castle and steal all the gold in there. At first, this stupid teenager was against it. He tried to fight them off, but they used his loser father to get away with it. But, then, the king found out about it and caught the loser father, sending him to exile. The stupid boy tried to explain to the princess, but she didn't listen. Instead, she sent him away too. "