Boreas' Obssession

Chapter 10

A/N: I am sorry for the long delay. I go home to my hometown and to be honest, I rarely open my account and tab to do my updates. I know a lot of you are already disappointed about it. I am too. Especially that a lot of hate was currently thrown at my way. Though totally painful, I still do promise to finish this story with all the love and support that you guys were giving me. But then, I am in advance asking for an apology for all the delays and broken promises being thrown at your ways. I am really doing my best to hit to hit the mark of publishing an update containing a minimum number of 4000 words for you guys. So please just bear with all the patience you can give to this crazy author of yours. I know it’s very stupid, but I am really sorry.

The drive toward the hospital was envelop in total silence. He can feel the burning anger of a certain God beside him. He bet that its nostrils and ears are flaring fire now. But who gives a fuck. Who the fuck gives a huge damn. For now, his entire mind was been preoccupied by the boy who has the entire power of making such great mercenary helpless. He does’nt know what the hell to feel. But one thing was for sure. All the pain, longing and feelings that was carefully hidden and bottled up for the last three years are now little by little emerging. And this is scaring him.

“what the fuck Phana! What the fucking hell was that?! You fucking screw everything up! As far as I remember, I told you to leave an impression! Not a scandal and humiliation! What the goddamn’s wrong with you? “

He sighs for the umpteenth time now. He himself was ignorant of what the hell happened to him a while ago. All he remembers was been frozen for good five minutes at that fucking stage, digesting every fucking thing that he is seeing at the very moment. A scene that can revive his pathetic tool of a body and at the same time, destroy his entire being.

‘He’s here. He was finally here.’

For the moment, there was a whirlwind of emotions being thrown at his ways. He can differentiate whatever hell of emotion he was feeling. There was anger, longing, sadness confusion and a little bit of …happiness? He was totally thrown off guard. But there is something more dark and dangerous emotions that suddenly curled up his insides. It was foreign and malicious, it was unique and sharp. All these years, he was numb in all the things happening around him. All the things that was existing in his existence was totally been completely ignored. But upon meeting the said kid, he feels like giving a chance to live again, where he can feel himself breathing and having the experience of exploring things that are totally alien to him.

And now this. This fucking emotion that he himself knows was capable of driving each and every man to an impending insanity. Jealousy. He knows to himself how he has the itch of ripping whoever bitch that was who was busily clinging herself to his property. How disgustingly immoral for his taste the way that filthy creature touch the innocence that he owns. How he loves to grab that boy out of her clutches and fuck him hard to death, making him feel as if dying in such immense pleasure. How the lad would be begging all over again in his bed, being tied down to him for lifetime. He can feel his anger soaring up.

“We should really bring Pring along. Maybe that will get your head out of the gutter if your girlfriend will be there beside you. At least someone would be there to cheer you up. I can’t believe that you just acted dumb a while ago. Seriously, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m tired. Can I go home for now. If you want to lecture me about how I stupidly humiliate you in front of your so called people, just do it tomorrow. Did'nt I tell you that I don’t want to participate to that so called show? It’s just a waste of time, and to top of that there is a lot of important meetings that I should have attended. So you doesn’t have any right to blame me.”