Bittersweet

Rebel

<Boom's POV>

"Boom, my son. You know Papa didn't mean the thing he said. You didn't have to leave" Mom's low voice begged him.

I swung the backpack over my shoulder, hand statically holding onto the door knob. I took one last glance towards the mother, then to the father who couldn't seem more careless about my being. He never does anyway.

"YOU'RE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING KID!! SCOUNDREL LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE MY SON"

The man's voice ecoed, breaking the silence in the living room just few minutes ago. I clenched my fist, stomping feet out the mansion, ignoring the repetitive call from the mother.

"I'm sorry, mom. Let me live on my own this one time. I'll be back.."

I whispered lowly, but the sounds of thunderstorm and heavy rain outside were louder to be heard. I jumped on the motorcycle, starting the engine and soon vanished into the dark night. As darker as it might gets.

After few minutes of fighting against the rain that showed least possibility of soothing down, I stopped over at the nearby convenience shop. I flung the wet bangs of mine, and grudged at my soaked clothes. Water was dripping heavily as if one could take a shower from it.

"Is the washroom available?" I took a peek from the door, and asked to the male worker there.

"Yes. It's unoccupied now" The boy said, while showing the direction of the washroom.

I nodded before locking myself in and digging into the backpack of not-that-much of clothes in. Thank goodness that this money-worthy bag is waterproof that the clothes packed were all still dry. Including cellphone and wallet. A few minutes later, I was fully dressed in white printed shirt and black jeans. I ran fingers over my soaked hair and pushed it back.

Giving myself one last smirk on the mirror, "Ready to go, handsome"

I stepped out and approached the ATM machine, bringing my hands together to see if it gets blocked by father.

"HAULLL!" my eyes enlarged to see that the card was active and I was allowed to access it. I cashed out an amount of money without further ado.

After all, moving out isn't a bad idea.

I thought to myself before thinking of a place that could make this night even the best of all..

♒
The loud beat of the club had my head bobbing up and down, finger tapping to the clear counter to the rhythm. Eyes laid on the dance floor, blinding spotlight kept pointing at the male dancers, showing off their skillful breakdance. Girls in exposing type of clothing, grinding their fine asses against the boys. I hastily filled my throat with burning alcohol another one glass down.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna dance?" A girl with off-shoulder tank top with short skirt whispered closely, breaking me off my thought.

"Don't mind if I do, sexy" I replied with a smirk, while letting myself being pulled to the dance floor.

"I'm Praew" She said while circling arms around my neck, and hands of mine expertly trailed down her hips, enclosing the gaps between our bodies.

"Boom" I said.

Dancing to the music, giving lustful stare to the girl, before smashing my lips against hers. The kiss turned quicker to the rhythm, hands wildly exploring each curves.

"What say you if we find somewhere else more private" She half-whimpered.

I smiled smugly.

♒
I felt light-headed approaching the motorcycle parked at the end of the street. Not until a threatening rough voice coming from the dark alley caught my attention. My steps became slower and quieter as I tried to hear bit of threats being thrown to a boy in school uniform, looking about to pee in his pants. I made sure my presence is invisible and unnoticeable as I inched closer enough for me to hear.

"GIVE ME MORE MONEY! YOU CAN'T ONLY HAVE THIS MUCH" The bigger guy threw the wallet onto the ground with few dollars in hand. He clutched onto the boy's collar, pinning him onto the wall behind.

The boy stuttered, face deforming to the fright eluging him "Th-that's all I h-have"

Oh well I'd better leave.. I'm not in a mood to fight tonight. I had a pretty rough night.

I turned away, making a way to leave.

Dubb! The sound called for me to turn around and saw that the boy is being thrown to the nasty ground before the bigger guy got on top of him, pinning him down.

"Then let me just have you" He licked his lips before roughly stripped the boy's shirt, getting rid of his own belt pretty damn quick.

"No no NOOOO DON'T DO THIS PLEASE!!!!" The boy half-cried half-shouted, trying to stopped him but to no avail.

"SHUT UP!!" He punched the boy on the face that the boy lied helplessly, crying.

This is my call. I shrugged.

I briskly swung my feet onto his head at full strength that he was thrown to the ground, caught unprepared and looking pissed, yeah.

"WHAT THE HELL" With obvious rage, distorted face he stood up but to be punched hardly on the face that made him spit blood.

"Am I interrupting? I guess I did" I said nonchalantly.

The guy moved forward, swinging a fist to me but I bent down, avoiding it and rewarding him punches on the tummy.

I basically learned martial arts for this.

He bent down, hand on his tummy, "YOU SON OF A BITCH"

"Pfuhh" I shrugged before flinging one last kick to the guy that he was thrown backward, body hit the ground.

"I'll make you pay for this!" He stood up before running off in a very unstable way.

"Thank you for the help. I would have been raped if it's not because of you" A voice reached me, reminding me of a third person watching the whole thing since the beginning.

"Who said anything about helping you?" I said, eyeing the boy in ripped school uniform, who was picking up his stuffs.

I turned around, walking off while fixing my aching fist.

"Wait! Let me know if there's any way I can repay you" He pleaded, steps already competing with mine.

I didn't reply. Soon reaching my motorcycle.

"Please! Let me repay you"

"Look here. I don't need your money and I wasn't helping you" I grudged, putting on the helmet.

"Then at least give me your number so that you can tell me later" He said, insisting. Something about the pleading look in his eyes that soften me.

"Ugh. Are you dumb?"

Before I can say more, he snatched the phone on my hand, typing for a while before smiling like a stupid puppy.

"There you go. It wasn't that hard" He smiled again, returning me the phone.

I eyed the screen, displaying a saved contact named "Peak".

~To be continued~