Memories (ForthBeam fanfic)

Chapter 49 - The Escape

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Ming's POV

Patience was a virtue my brother Park lacked. He was always in a hurry. Agitated like a kid and forceful to get whatever he wants. He has always been like that even when he was my cousin. He is the epitome of a spoiled brat.

I knew he won't forgive me. After taking Kit from him, even if I were to shower Kit with more love than he could offer. He is that selfish. He wants everything to himself, and doesn't take no for an answer.

Park would surely haunt us, and haunt us, he did. It was unfortunate that he found my Kit when I was away. With no one to protect him. I'm not saying that Kit is incapable of protecting himself. He now knows more of himself than ever. He has Tee and Wayo with him constantly.

But I knew he will always be scared of the monster my brother have become.

My brother is possessive, and I knew he will want to have Kit to himself again, even if he would only hurt my kitten. Though, I know Tee is strong, I feared Kit won't survive.

The sky was unnaturally bright and blue five days ago. The day I walked to the house where my heart was held captive. I didn't know what to expect. What state would I find Kit again? Will he be too fragile, mangled and scared? Will he even be awake?

I pushed through the backdoor mere fifteen minutes after I saw park's horse sauntering in the horizon. It did not take me long to find who I was looking for.

The unfamiliar corners and recesses of the house wasn't a bother. There was like a compass that guided me through the doors and hallways into a room. There may have been breadcrumbs that led my way or a red string that pulled me inside. I couldn't tell. But the force was strong, it's like my whole consciousness knew where he was exactly.

I wound through the last hallway and I could hear and feel Kit breathing heavily. I found him lying on his back on a huge bed, asleep. I did not want to think he was unconscious. His left leg tied securely to the bed post by a chain.

He was as thin as the day I took him from my mother, his left arm wrapped in bandage. Thankfully, Park still thought to take care of him, even if only to have him endure the pain longer.

After getting rid of the chain, I lifted him in my arms. He was so light, and fragile I had to fight a tear. I held him close and rested his head on my shoulder, he was moaning in pain.

We rode in my horse with him straddled on my lap. The birds mourned in our parade and sang mournfully as if they knew he was dying. I could feel his life thread slowly breaking, but I wasn't one to lose hope. I will nurse him back to health and erase whatever filth my brother left on him, body, soul and memory.

He has to forget this, or he'll be forever scarred. He'll forever fear even just the shadow of my brother.

Five days since and he has only woken up thrice. Going in and out of fever. The seizures were what scared me most, I didn't know what to do. He would often shake, trash and scream in sleep. And he would always cry, shouting "Don't! Don't come near me Park!" and I could only hold him and kiss his temple.

I wanted to move us further away, but I couldn't risk travelling Kit like this. I found a small house by a beach a day's ride from where Park held him captive. It wasn't a wise move, but I thought and hoped Park would think we'll take to opportunity and escape and not think that we'd be just near.