Prince

Chapter 11 (with omitted R18 part)

(KM)

I woke up with heavy breathing and a racing heart.

'I love you, babe...'

'I love you, babe...'

'I love you, babe...'

'I love you, babe...'

Those lines, I could never forget those lines no matter what happens. I grabbed the remote and slowly turned the light back on. I sat on my bed; beads of sweat are dripping down my forehead. I looked around, but all I see are the four corners of my room. I am starting to panic as I can still hear his voice.

I grabbed my hair and yelled, "STOP!!! Leave me alone! I hate you!!! You are the one you forgot about me! About us! So... leave... me... ALONE!" Tears started to run down my face. His face, his smile, his kiss, and even his scent are still stuck on my memory.

I went out of my room and headed straight to the bar area to find papa drinking alone. He looked at me and gave me a faint smile. I walked closer, and without any word, he gave a one hand hug.

"Anak... sorry..." He said, "I am an incompetent father... sorry..."

I wanted to hug him as tight as possible, but I still cannot fully forgive them after everything. I grabbed a chair and silently sat down beside him, reached for the glass under the counter, and served myself. We have never had this kind of time. Maybe if we had this kind of time alone before all this happened. Perhaps I would not feel this kind of hatred.

After a couple of shots, papa tapped my shoulder and went to his room. "Again, sorry, anak... I will get my shit together and be a great father from now on," he said with a little drunken voice. His face is all red. I laughed in my mind knowing and seeing this side of him. Now I know why daddy is so in love with him.

I finished the remaining drink on my glass and went back to my room. Alcohol helped me again this time. Aside from YuKi, this is my only other escape from this nightmare I call my life. My eyes started to close on their own again, and I cannot hear his voice this time.

(Jom)

I never had time to bond with my son. It is my fault, I failed that is why he is like that. This is the first time we bonded over a drink, and I did not even know that he can hold his alcohol. I have missed so much. He is so close yet so far. How come 22 years went by so fast.

I gulped my last glass tapped his shoulder, but before I went back to my room, I need to get this out of my chest. "Again, sorry, anak... I will get my shit together and be a great father from now on," this regret has been weighing on my heart for a long time now. I went to our room with a feeling of a weight off my shoulder. Jam is still waiting for me. I removed all my clothes aside from my boxers, kissed my husband, and went to sleep with a smile.

(Jam)

Jom has been drinking again. He said he will just grab a glass, then 2 hours had passed, and he still hasn't returned. I waited for him to return before I sleep.

He returned, his face is red from the alcohol, and he is reeking of whiskey. How many glasses did he drink this time? My eyes widened when he took his clothes off, gave me a passionate kiss, and then lay down on the bed with his bare skin touching me.

Signals of eroticism thought waved through my body. Jom has never been this way ever since we became adults. I turned around to see his beautiful sleeping face. Yes, he smells like a whole keg of whiskey, but his face is still as innocent as ever. I leaned in to kiss him one more time, and when our lips touched, his arms crossed over and grabbed me. The next thing we know, our bodies moved on their own and are thirsty for each other.