Innocently Guilty [EDITING]

《17.1》

Reki and Langa r soulmates. PERIODT.

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"Goodbye hyung! See you next monday!" The boy waved goodbye at his friends. A large smile decorated his chubby cheeks as he saw his classmate walking away. Once he turned around, his bright smile turned into a sad frown as he made his way back to that place.

He turned once more. He saw his friends being picked up by their parents. Obviously, after all, they were all in grade school, not tall enough to even get into the roller coaster yet. It was normal for parents not to let their children walk back home alone at the age of ten.

But not for this boy. It had been months since he started walking back home alone. He would trick his teachers and sneak out when no one was watching, claiming that his mom would pick him up. His house wasn't far anyways.

Although, he wished he wouldn't have to go back to that place. He preferred staying at school. His friends were there. The teachers were nice and attended to him if something happened. He could play and do things kids his age do without having to worry about anything. It was a place were he could laugh instead of cry, run instead of hide and where people talked and smiled calmly without the need of shouting and throwing things around. He liked it there.

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The shouting and ranting wouldn't stop. It was cold and dark, like always. A place he once considered his home and a warm shelter, turned into his worst nightmare. He didn't like it.

When he heard a loud crashing sound and a high pitched scream, followed by a heavy thud, he covered his ears.

Don't cry, don't cry. He kept repeating to himself as he tried his best to muffle the screaming that followed afterwards, shaking as he squatted in a corner. Daddy doesn't like it when you cry. Don't cry, don't cry.

It was useless. A kid can't restrain tears for long. Specially if your parents wouldn't stop fighting and you wake up after crying yourself to sleep, only to find your mom beaten up and your father passed out in the couch with a gun in one hand and an empty bottle of beer in the other.

For him that was normal, however. No matter how scared he was, the screams had become part of his routine. As every day he came back from school, he silently made his way into the house and tip toe to his room, passing by the living room soundlessly, where his parents were arguing over God knows what this time.

He would very quietly enter what was supposed to his room. It was actually ment to be the crawl space under the stairs. Like that one western wizard boy from the movies. Only less magical. He had to move out from his previous room after mold started to grow on the walls and ceiling and they couldn't afford to actually get rid of it. For the sake of his health, he had no option but to move there. It was dry and clean.

It was nice enough. It had a tiny mattress and a few blankets. It also had a small table and a few old books stacked. Since it was tiny, he just sat on the floor and did what any normal ten-year-old would do. He was pretty clean and organized for his age. All crayons and sheets of paper were in their place. With such a tiny space, the least he could do was to keep it clean.

After closing the door, he would just crawl to the furthest corner of his "room" and would just wait. The shouting wouldn't take long to turn louder. He grabbed his blanket and rolled himself in it until becoming a human burito. He stucked his hand under the mattress and took out a half eaten chocolate bar. He barely even bit into it before just leaving it in his mouth, licking it and letting it slowly melt in his mouth.