The unseen love

Chapter XLVIII -> Hope and fear

From now on arthits fathers dialogue will be in bold italics and kongs fathers dialogue in underlined italics
Arthit Pov

I was wandering around in a city in which I couldn't understand the people, where I had never been, without my white cane and any sense where to go. I had no phone, no money, credit card or anything. Everything seemed to have gone wrong. I wondered where Kongpob would be, the pain in my heart was terrible but after hours of crying I had calmed down a bit regaining the ability to think more clearly again. If I really was in Vietnam the only thing I could think of was getting somehow to the local HQ of the company to try and get in contact with my boyfriend and father.

I doubted however whether I would ever be able to reach the company since I was blind and didn't speak the language. At the end of the day I had gotten nowhere except that I was now officially lost without any clue so as to where I might be. Somehow I hoped that Kongpob would come to find me but judging by how his parents treated me he would likely be locked in his old bedroom. I hated his parents like I had never hated anything. I cursed them, wishing them all kinds of misery and ultimately death. They had made the two of us be like this, far away from each other, two hearts longing for each other, clenching in pain and sadness, filled with tears.

At some point I had collapsed, I couldn't go on anymore and I had fallen down somewhere. My mind turned blank and from that moment on I knew nothing.

Kongpob pov

I woke up in a hospital with Arthit's father sitting at the side of my bed. The scenes passed through my memory, the talk, my mother's anger, my father's usual silence and now Arthit's father sitting aside of me. How ironic, his son had abducted and dumped somewhere, if we were lucky alive if not then dead. The thought alone that Arthit might be dead was too painful to even think of. His father looked terrible, dark bags underneath his eyes and a grayish pale skin as if he was dead. He was soundly asleep, seeing that I couldn't keep my eyes open either and so I slipped into a healthy sleep.

When I woke up again he was reading a book but once he saw I was awake he put it aside and walked out, before returning with a doctor.
So young man how you feel,
Great doctor, this sleep really did me well?
You woke up earlier? Yep, but soon I fell asleep again,
I see. You have no really serious injuries so as long as you are a bit cautious in a week you'll be as new again. You can pack your things and over 2 hours you are allowed to leave.

Kongpob there is something you must know, your father has been shot and is dying but yet wants to tell you something. I don't want to see him nor talk to him. I think you really should, aside of what you think he might have a clue in our search for Arthit. Fine,

Though he never said it I knew he genuinely cared for me, but he was just too weak to stand up to that psychopath other people called my mom.

My dad was laying with his eyes closed in a bed. We could talk as long as we liked the doctor said, he wouldn't make it anyway.
He didn't say much, he was exhausted.
I have made terrible mistakes Kongpob and right now I am not interested in your feelings of forgiveness or hatred towards me. There are 3 things I want to tell.
1. There is an old diary in my office, I want you to read it,
2. Your mother had a mental disorder which fueled her behaviour 
3 Arthit has been shipped of to vietnam.
Go to Hanoi, he must be somewhere out there
I have one question, if you really cared for me why never stand up to her? Because I loved her and was afraid of a live without her, I have only once said no to her and that is the cause that I am lying here. Sure, but if you had done things different everything would have turned out very different! Sure things would be different, but right now there is nothing I can do anymore, my life is over.
At least you cared for me in some sense.

With those words I had left the room, took my stuff and left the hospital with Arthit's father burning inside from anger, if I had acted on my impulses I would have flown straight to Hanoi but Arthit's father held me back. There was something else I should know. Please don't let it be Arthit's death, but is was only that my mother had crashed with my siblings in their private jet. Wait your siblings too Kong!! A sudden realization hit me, my siblings, it is not to say I loved them or so but there was a mutual bond between them and me, would they now have to die because of me and my mother? I prayed it didn't have to be the case. I wasn't allowed to go search Arthit, instead I had to go to the police department to identify the survivor and the two casualties that had been found after the crash. When I throwed a fit over not going after Arthit his father said he had deployed police and company assets in a broad search of Hanoi and the surrounding area. With CCTV footage indicating Arthit really had gone onto a plane towards Hanoi we had no reason to believe he was somewhere else. But somehow I had this strange feeling, as if something was warning me that Arthit was in danger. Usually these hunches were quite correct. But right now I had to focus.

After some driving we entered a mortuary, 2 bodies, a large and a small one. When I looked at the dead and pale face of my mother I didn't move a single muscle in my face, remaining stiff and cold. It suits her for everything she did, she got what she worked for. I couldn't say it better, her death didn't really hurt, what did hurt was that she hated me her whole life. The next thing though was much more complicated, when I faced the dead face of my sister I broke in tears, she had always been very kind to me, always joyful and happy, able to lighten anybody up who was feeling gloomy or unhappy and now look, she had to die because of her mother's hatred.
Everything became too much for me, I had put on a cold face for s long time but now my shields scattered into pieces, crying and screaming from anguish I staggered to a wall to keep my balance, an arm was put around me, but I didn't mind, it was too much, I was a human not a robot and there was only so much I could take.

After a while I had slowly calmed down, at least I still had my little brother alive, be it a bit injured and Arthit would be found so all would become well again. Are you really that sure, it is more likely that he is dead by now. Shut up, I hope and pray he is alive and my feeling tells me he is.

After getting a dinner at some restaurant I took a taxi and went straight to the airport, the Rojnapat jet stood ready, Arthit's father had arranged everytjing already and 1,5 hours later I stood in the center of Hanoi.

Charactertalk

Arthit: poor us

Kongpob: I don't know how muchmy heart can take

Author: Don't be weak like this, for a moment I thiught about lettinf Arthit's father betray you and let him be the mastermind behind all this but I thought that would be a bit too harsh and maybe unrealistic because I didn't write it with that in mind from the beginning,

Arthit: that would be awful

Kongpob: are you a demon or something? You are tormenting our readers and fans!

Author: I hate those idealistic fake ideas on haply live etc. Life is filled with trouble and happiness and not only the latter without the former.

Readers: but we like those idealistic pink stories,

Author: So do I but it is not realistic so I don't write them, period!

Kongpob: Tsk,

Arthit: no wonder you are only seldom truly kind and happy

Author: Says nothing and leaves

Kongpob: aish P', you hurt his feelings

Arthit: I trampled on them, but what he is doing the same to us,

Kongpob: he does it with a reason P', you are just taking revenge.

Arthit: what's the reason?

Kongpob: showing that life isn't as happy as we are led to believe by all the happy yet fake dramas.

Arthit: I see,