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Chapter13

"Oops"

Lucas twitched again and sighed as he stalked around the table towards Renjun and kneeled in front of the mess.

"Are you oka- AH, FUCK!"

Renjun picked the knife and stabbed it right into Lucas' shoulder without hesitation and kicked him, making him fall onto his back. Renjun quickly stood up and made a run for the front door. He made it to the door but it was locked.

Fuck, of course.

His fingers were shaking and his knees were weak but he tried to open the windows. They were locked too. But before he could think, a cold hand gripped his nape from behind and turned him around to slam him onto the door.

Lucas stood, panting, with the knife still in his shoulder. His large hand on Renjun's pale neck, squeezing but not strong enough to choke but strong enough to pin him onto the wooden door.

His hair was a mess and blood dripped down his arm and onto the carpet. Lucas used his free hand and pulled the knife out with a grunt, shivering when the air hit the wound.

Lucas lifted his head and made eye contact with Renjun, who was clawing on his arm. But the boy didn't look back and continued to struggle under his hold. Feet kicking around but not long enough to reach Lucas.

The taller held the bloody knife up against Renjun's cheek.

"Such pretty skin. A little scar would make it prettier, don't you think?"

Renjun looked at anywhere but Lucas' cold empty eyes. His icy hand was still wrapped around the boy's neck, making his chest heave up and down.

"But i could never hurt you. Even if you're a little bitch"

Lucas chuckled after saying the last part.

"I'm a sucker for you"

The grip on the boy's neck tightening as he thought about how Renjun was trying to escape him.

"Maybe you do need to get hurt. Just a little. Don't you agree?"

Renjun finally looked up to meet Lucas' eyes. They were cold and empty. Avoid of the usual kindness and warmth. He could feel his legs giving out after banging against the door too much.

"Try it then-"

But before Renjun could even finish his sentence, he felt an immense pain from his thigh. He locked his jaw so hard, there was an iron taste in his mouth.

"We're equal now"

There was a knife stabbed into the side of Renjun's thigh. He felt like fainting but he held onto his last thread of consciousness. It was hard to breathe and he could feel his thigh oozing out blood.

"W-Well, fuck you"

Renjun muttered breathlessly. He couldn't just back down so easily. Lucas was almost a monster. The wound did not pain him one bit.

The knife!

"Why won't you just listen to me like a good boy that you are?"

Renjun glared at Lucas but his hand inched slowly to where the knife was.

"But this feisty side of you is also attractive"

He got a hold of the wooden handle of the knife.

Fuck it.

He pull it out at once and thrusted it into the side of Lucas' waist. This time, Lucas couldn't help up back away slowly. Blood came flowing out of mouth and onto the carpet. But his eyes never left Renjun. His beautiful Renjun.

Lucas still had the energy to let out a small chuckle. His last sight before collapsing was his love limping past him and a sound of glass shattering.

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Renjun was finally out of the house and he limped through the empty street. A small bright glass box caught his attention.

Yes, a phone booth!

He limped towards it with his one hand placing pressure on the wound. Renjun swung the glass door open with his shaky hand. He leaned on the glass door as he dialled the first number he could think off.

"911, what's your emergency?"

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Seven Years Later..........

"Mr. Huang! Congratulations on your gallery opening!"

The business man approached him for a handshake and a friendly pat on the back.

"Thank you, Mr. Jung. Glad you could make it"

Renjun replied politely to the older man. A smile plastered on his face out of courtesy.

"Anything for my future brother-in-law"

He said with a wink and he didn't miss the redness that crept up Renjun's cheeks.

"Please, me and Jisung are just friends"

"Sure, whatever you say!"

Renjun excused himself after a small talk with the man. It was always tiring talking to him, probably because he was intimidating or that he kept calling him 'brother-in-law'. Renjun and Jung's brother, Jisung, were just friends but he doesn't seem to get it.

After greeting some more visitors, he loosen his tie and leaned against the wall to rest. His thigh began to ache from all the walking. He traced his fingers on the scar through the fabric of his pants as he could still vividly remember the events that occurred seven years ago. The scar was there everyday to remind him.

Renjun became visibly aware of everything and everyone after the police had reported back to him that the man has escaped and was nowhere to be found after 10 days of searching.

But he was more relax now that 7 years has passed and his life was back on track now. He opened his first gallery and he couldn't be more happier. But he can't help the occasional nightmares and illusions.

"Mr. Huang, you have a package"

Renjun was snapped out of his thoughts by his secretary. He followed the petite woman out of the hall and into his office.

"You can leave now, thank you"

Renjun eyed the package on his table. It was a flat and a square sized. Probably, someone sent it as to congratulate him.

He waited no time in unwrapping the package. It was a vinyl record. A really old one at that. His fingers traced across the face of Elvis Presley. It was oddly familiar. There was no address nor the sender. A piece of folded paper fell out he took the record out.

He crouched down to pick it up and unfold it. His blood ran cold at the letter and the hair of his nape stood. In a scribbly handwriting, it said,

"Can't wait for the day when I don't have to miss you anymore.
Hope you remember all the good times we had, love."

                           -W.L

-THE END-