HIS PSYCHO PRINCE CHARMING [MPREG]

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

HIS PSYCHO PRINCE CHARMING

Hoax rolled over the bed and covered his face with a pillow as if it will make his tears stop from falling but it continued that made him throw the pillow in irritation.

He gasped to fill his chest with air, he was having trouble breathing as his sobs became louder. His hand placed over his chest and tapped his chest as if it will take away the pain he is feeling.

His eyes did not stop crying so his tears continued flowing down his cheeks, Hoax stared at the ceiling while crying and sobbing loudly.

He squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop the tears from falling but it was just like the pain he was feeling it did not stop from falling. The scene on the kitchen replayed on his mind that made his sobs even more louder, then the scene on the beach replayed on his mind too, torturing his heart and killing him softly.

Hoax gripped his chest wanting to feel physical pain instead of feeling emotional pain caused by being hopeless and jealousy. His chest keeps on tightening as if there is a hand inside gripping his heart.

Hoax bit his bottom lip holding the sobs and gasp that is wanted to escape from his lips. He covered his eyes with his arm as he tried to calm himself, the memories of him and Clake being so happy in the past made his chest heavier but it also helped him to finally calm himself.

With their memories playing like a movie inside his mind, Hoax fell asleep with tears in his hazel eyes and a happy smile.

CLAKE DROPPED the graphite pencil from his hand as his eyes focused on the sketch he just drew, in five years Clake did not stop his passion in art he showed the world what talent he has, being proud of it.

But what he just drew now it made him want to deny his talent. He wishes that he can't draw so he won't be able to draw the pain in Hoax's eyes.

Clake stared at the piece of paper with Hoax crying on it, Clake gulped when he felt the lump on his throat. He messed before he picked up the paper and walked towards the trash bin.

Clake wanted to throw it away, he didn't want to see Hoax crying but it was like his hand didn't want to let go of the piece of paper he was holding. He stared at the sketch on it that made his chest tightened, Clake sighs before sitting on the edge of the bed and holding the sketch with his two hands, he is staring at it until his thumb unconsciously caresses the man's face on it.

Clake took a deep breath again and let it out loudly. He dropped his body on the bed with his arms straight hanging on the air with his eyes still staring at his sketch. Couple of minutes passed and he just stared at his sketch before he stood up and walked towards his study table again.

He placed his sketch over the table and picked up the pencil he dropped earlier. He pulled the chair for him to be able to sit on it as his hand picked up the kneable eraser.

His hands moved smoothly as he erased the tears on Hoax's face. He erased every pained emotion on the man's face and replaced it with a happy smile.

Napatitig sya sa ginuhit nya at hindi mapigilang ngumiti ng malungkot, kung sana gaya ng drawing nya ganon lang din kadali burahin ang sakit sa mga mata nito.

Clake sighs for the third time and caresses the man's face that he redraws, this time the man is smiling widely unlike earlier that the man is crying.

"WE'LL grill some barbecue on the seaside tonight, Hoax. Come out." Andrew said while knocking on the door.

Hoax stared at the door absentmindedly. The knock stopped as he heard the loud sigh behind it.

"You are not coming out, dont you? Ikaw ang may gustong dito sa resort nalang nato tayo diba? It's your choice to torture yourself. The triplets will look for you, wag mong idamay yung mga bata sa problema mo. You know how much Alpha loves his uncle Hoax." He heard Andrew sighed again.