Beautiful Tragedy

Part 6

Ming walked out of his room tucking his mobile inside his pocket. He glanced at Kit room to find it empty. No wonder it was too quiet. He walked in the launch and then into kitchen only to find him sitting with his mom, peeling potatoes. Honestly, he was getting on his nerves now. Was there anything he wasn't good at? Any way he won't get close to his family? Apparently, No.

How could anyone expect Ming to behave nicely with him, when he know he couldn't be trusted. When he know his family was making the same mistake again. When he believed there wasn't anyone who could be trusted. Shaking his head he moved away and sat on the couch with Max who was watching cartoons.

Ming sigh and ruffled his hairs making him giggle and glare at Ming which made him laugh, and after a long time he even though reluctantly sat with his younger brother and watched Tom and Jerry and surprisingly laughed too.

After an hour or so, both Kit and Mom served the dinner. It was mash potatoes with Chicken stake and fries not to forget coke. He glared at Kit when he placed a plate in front of him but he simply ignored which anger him even more. He hated seeing how close he was getting to his family and how smoothly he fitted as if he was made to be here. He hated seeing Max playing with him, He hated seeing Nate laugh with him and now His mom smiling and cooking with Kit.

Ming knew he should let go of his fears, but he couldn't. Honestly how could he? He was just a boy when the world made him realize that no one will stay with them, that they all are bunch of liars? What scares him most is seeing how close his family is to Kit and how heartbroken they will be when they'll know it was another act.

Kit sat with Nate and Max, Mark and Papa weren't home and Ming sat with mom right in front of Kit, his intense gaze was making Kit uncomfortable and he shifted twice in his chair nervously. He could feel himself getting warmer with every passing second, and somehow he could see Ming blushing a little. Kit wanted nothing more to be there for him, to tell him its okay to trust people even if He was betrayed first. He didn't know what happened, but there was a reason which made him this way.

"Kit!" He jumped hearing Ming's mom calling him and looked at her confused face before looking at Nate who shrugged.

"Huh?" It was all he could get out as he blushed crimson red making them chuckle and Ming smirk.

"Pass me coke will you?" Ming's mom pointed at the bottle sitting in front of him, He made an "o" shape before passing it to her who shook her head smiling. The rest of dinner was mostly quiet well until Kit spoke.

"So, Kit how long are you staying here?" Ming interrogated, Kit almost choke on his bite before swallowing forcefully.

"Umm don't know, until mom comes back" Kit answered hesitantly.

"And where is she?" Ming asked, Kit looked at Ming's mom for some support who sigh before speaking.

"Ming, I told you she has some problem" Ming's mom gritted, suddenly the whole atmosphere was so awkward for Kit to sit and he wanted nothing more to go back in his room and never come out.

"Your Father? Did he also not wanted you with him?" Ming asked, Kit eyes widened and he looked at Ming in disbelief. His heart thumping painfully hard.

" I mean Your dad didn't wanted you so does your mom, shouldn't they have given you to foster care?" Ming asked bitterly without even thinking.

"MING!" he heard Ming's mom yell. His eyes widened as he looked at Kit tearful eyes and gulped on realizing what he just said. He sank back in his seat wanting nothing more for it to swallow or take his words back. Kit kept starring at Ming in disbelief, his eyes filled with tears and his hand shook a little. He gulped before standing up and excusing himself. He walked back to his room wiping tears he shed on his way.

Ming excused himself before anyone could stop him feeling like an idiot. He knew he crossed the line but he couldn't stop himself. All the hate got best of him and the words flew out even before he could think. He sigh and sat on his bed cursing himself.
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