SOFT BUN || markhyuck

2.

For some reason I was nervous.

The man that came over yesterday told me to get my luggage ready by early noon today. Not to put anything other than clothes and shoes. And just a few things I might need.

The sun had made its way to the final paths of its way to set.

The thought that I have had of going away from this small prison cell since I was a little boy after my parents died now being fulfilled was beyond any way for me to explain in words.

Finally, I could breathe.

Not having the urge to run away from here every time I stepped a foot inside this place anymore.

I took a deep breath and glanced at the wristwatch I was wearing. Was he even planning to showing up? Or was I just been played into the lust of money being mentioned? It wasn't the fact that I couldn't run away, which I easily could, these fools won't even have any idea if I take something with me. It was just that I wouldn't have any where to go and most importantly no money were handed to me.

Like what I always stole was taken out of my hands the instance I stepped inside the house so money was far out of reach. It was never even enough to last a full day with in the first place.

There was no option of saving, these things knew every corner of the house like the back of their hands. I wasn't even given a proper bed to sleep on. It was just the couch that was the most comfy if not anything else but most of the time uncle sat there and just drank the whole night and in the end pass out.

I would have no choice in the end to just sleep on the floor in the kitchen. Which of course didn't end well in the morning if most of the times my aunt woke up before me.

It had been more than three hours since he told me to wait as he'll pick me up at the certain time. To say that I was not losing hope of him actually coming would be a lie. I was so excited to leave this place that I never thought about this happening once last night when I was gathering my things.

I always kept my things close to me even though I was never given the place to keep them. Some days I surprised myself as to how they are still in good shape.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car engine.

Thank god.

The car stopped a few feet away from me. The door of my left side opened revealing the same guy from yesterday. He looked...different. Maybe a bit more decent? I never payed attention to his looks further more as he approached me.

'Forgive me. The ride here was long and the car broke down in the middle so I had to wait in the middle of nowhere to wait for another form of transportation.'

I never bothered questioning him about it. If he was lying who cares, at least he's here for now. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible. The taunts coming from inside the house for the past three hours were already getting on my nerves. I just smiled at the wrinkled man in front of me and nodded my head as I grasp hold on my luggage handle and carried it to the car door. Carefully placing it inside and reaching to the right side of the seat.

I sat back relaxed. Sinking in the soft surface underneath my buttocks.

The guy followed me soon after and closed the door behind himself as he took a seat next to me. Giving the driver the instructions, we drove off.

I never looked back after that.

Not even once.

Not even a glance of that unholy place.

We had a long road a head of us. So I decided to just look outside and enjoy the best of what I haven't been able to set my eyes upon since like forever.

The trees passing by like every person in ones life. They are there for some time, after they just leave. Some may have an effect on our lives, others are just a little glimpse of what one should never even be bothered about.

I took a heavy breathe as my head was now placed over my arm in the open window.

The change that I was about to face honestly I was scared of it.

Who knows what might come after me?

Would it have any effect on me?

If it would, would it be in a good way or a bad?

The people I meet will they even accept me?

Does this man even knows what he is doing? Or was it just a work that might end up ruining more lives than it is suppose to?

I never realised when I drifted off to dreamland.

I jolted awake when the car passed over a bumpy area.

Straightening myself as I wiped the drool that somehow made its way out of my mouth. Sleeping in the window might not have been a very good idea as I saw myself in the front mirror. My hair was a mess.

Not knowing for how long we have been driving for...I glanced over to my right. The guy was smoking a cigar now as the book that he was reading previously sat beside him on the seat. Between the both of us.

'How much longer?'

I asked as I diverted my gaze outside setting my eyes upon the darkness that had taken upon the once lit sky. Millions of stars were visible from the small window of the car. My stomach growled. Placing my hand over it, I turned towards his direction again hoping he didn't hear it. Apparently he heard it loud and clear. The man looked at me with a brow raised. The cigar he was inhaling before to enjoy the useless meaning behind it now forgotten.

Before one word was exchanged between us-

The car slowed down and came to a halt. With a huge door in front.

'We have arrived.'

Sorry for the delayed update.

Also I didn't proofread the chapter so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes and all that.

Either way hope you guys enjoy. I'll try to update again on Sunday but no promises.

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