Bastard

04

"Hey, Xenon. Come here for a sec." I was busy doing my cleaning duty when suddenly one of Gunter's kid called me. If I'm not mistaken, his name should be Han. It is his wallet that I threw.

"..." I didn't reply but I walked towards him but he suddenly grabbed my collar.

"You took my wallet, right? It is you, right?" He shouted at me while banging my back in the wall.

This is bad.

"Wh--what? I didn't---" I didn't finished the word I was about to say and he punched me right in the guts.

"It is you, right? Speak up, bastard!" He shouted then let my collar go.

He began to kick me and all I did was to protect my head. I can't breathe.

"You thief. You ugly freak!" While pointing my face and repeatedly beat me up like I'm a piece of trash.

"That's right, punk! You deserve this! You're a thief!" My visions started to blur and everything in my sight was fading.

"Hey!" That's the only thing I heard before I closed my eyes.

Why did I end up like this? 

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"Thank God you're awake, Aquiro." My PE teacher sounded relieve as soon as I opened this goddamned eyes.

I look around and I realized that I'm in the hospital. It's been a while since I came here.

The last time I'm in the hospital my left eye is gone and I have these artificial valves which helps pump my heart. I was still 9? 

'I heard that he's the son of Mister Xavier.' I can still hear the nurses talk about me.

'Really? Well, he's pretty sickly to be the son of Mister Xavier.' They muttered with an agreeing tone.

'I guess he's pretty unlucky to have a child like him.' The other nurse added. I looked at the dextrose attached to my pulse.

'How unfortunate.' No, I am the one who's pitiful here. I'm the unfortunate here. Why are being like this?

"Thanks to Miss Yoon here, you we're saved. You almost died, Aquiro!" My PE teacher exclaimed.

I am a disabled. I can't run around like others, I can't laugh or play too much. Why? I have a heart failure and these artificial valves planted in my heart helps pump blood.

I never met or had a mom. And my father is my only blood relative. I never had a sibling or any close acquaintance.

I looked at the girl who saved me. Why is she smiling at me? Why is she still here?

More importantly, she looked a lot like my mom. The one I used to look at our family picture at home.