Roses Left To Wilt

Chapter 6

August 17th 2013

Felix

1 year ago.

It was the last straw. I wiped the drop of blood that was dripping down my chin and watched my father leave the dark room. Tears threatening to fall out of my eyes, I reluctantly picked myself up and took out my phone, looking for a certain someone in my contacts, someone I never thought I'd be looking for. Finding it, I took a deep breath, and called the guy, not thinking twice.

"You finally realized what you want, boy," the man said over the phone right after he picked up.

"I'll do it," I said, trying to make my voice stern. "I'll join your gang if you get rid of him." I was breathing heavily, still in pain.

"That's great, my boy. You won't regret it. Meet us in the same place we met. Tomorrow, at 7pm." The man said before hanging up. I immediately set an alarm to 6:30 pm, eager to get this over with.

I sighed and buried my face in my hands, my heart beating as if a wild animal was trying to escape my chest. My breathing was starting to get heavier. Was I making the right decision? I knew I wasn't. But I thought I needed to make this choice. I fell onto my bed, exhausted. The room was spinning. My wounds stung. I was too weak. Too physically weak to move and clean the blood. Too mentally weak to tell myself what I needed to hear. To tell someone what I wanted to say. Because I thought, no, I knew, no one would listen with the power that monster had. Onruang.

My rage will no longer be kept inside. I'm done. Done. I will watch you beg the way you mercilessly watched me. I'll watch you.

My eyelids felt heavy. I shivered, slowly shutting my eyes, a wave of fatigue blowing through me.

I'll watch you.

And at that very moment, I fell into a place I'd promised myself I would never fall in.

6:30 pm

The annoying alarm clock ringing flowed through my ears, making me instantly shoot up.

"Why is this so loud?!" I picked up the alarm clock, ready to throw it across the room, but stopped realizing how stupid that was. Sighing, I got up and did a fix-up routine, realizing where I had to go.

I had to go to him.

I knew it was wrong but I had to save myself.

Wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans, I walked out of the house, several emotions swirling up inside me. I stopped a taxi and told the driver to drive me to the destination. At this point, my mind hadn't fully absorbed the consequences of what I was about to do.

I got out of the taxi and walked behind the old building. My legs were jelly. I was still healing from the wounds I had gotten in the middle of my 4 o'clock beatings. It was a little dark, but I could still see. I'm sure I looked like some sort of drug dealer. The area was dim and empty, with dust and grainy pavements. It led to an alley. I kept walking. The further I went, the darker and scarier it got. I saw a trash can with a symbol on it. That was when I knew I was in the right place. I looked around, my hands in the pockets of my dark blue jeans. I suddenly felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I yelped and turned, shocked.

"You're here, boy," A familiar middle-aged man, wearing a leather jacket and a pair of ripped jeans. He gave me a smug smile with a cigarette between his chapped lips; "we meet again."

"Um, yea," I muttered, immediately regretting my decision to come here. He put an arm around me while I shuffled, uncomfortable.

"So, how do we go on about? Just start? Okay. We go to his house, shoot him with a gun and leave," the guy grinned. I gulped, afraid to go through with this, "my gang and I will do all the dirty work, all you have to do is distract him-"