Indebted Love
Jasmine
My feet as though burns in the floor as I try to understand what he's saying.
Sexual enslavement...
Alrick...
Buy what?
I have never heard the term 'sexual enslavement' before but the horror that coats my heart at the mention of it ensures my legs stays statuesque as he adds "I know how to cash her! It all happens within a month!"
What is he talking about ? What will happen in a month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My hands grips the curtain that is softly flowing , sickness sits heavy in my stomach as my instincts panics and whispers horrors
"I have a plan ! We shoot two birds with one stone and slide out of war in a way that our names doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
What is he saying?
He's talking in a way I've never heard him before...
Is it William?
What war? Does dad need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I have a plan ! We will do it in a way that the masterplan blame falls on her so even if everything fails , Zander king and his father will be logically forced to grab her throat ! We will do it but it won't be our hands! It will be her innocent hands! We will make it happen with her hands , in her name before we sell her off! It's a win win for us from either ways"
My face bobs and instincts shivers , my instincts speaks something that I can't understand as he adds "I don't let my enemy win in any condition! We just need to be careful because I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they have made great name in underworld and in whole city ! And amongst his sons Zander king is my only worry! That boy seems unpredictable and untouchable and actually dangerous!"
Underworld...
Zander king... who are these people?
What is my father upto... since when my father started talking about such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepare the paper of debt clearance between Richard Brandt and Walse King"
He pauses for a moment as my heart beat echoes in my ears as I hold the wall for support , suddenly feeling weak in knees.
We are family so why everything I'm hearing is practically foreign and gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on paying the debts this way myself but I won't! I won't just pay off the debt with my only asset left when I could earn more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Dad... what is he saying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zander king? His son?"
Zander king...
Why is my heart thudding at this name? As though some part of me knows this name...
Jesmine
My feet es though burns in the floor es I try to understend whet he's seying.
Sexuel enslevement...
Alrick...
Buy whet?
I heve never heerd the term 'sexuel enslevement' before but the horror thet coets my heert et the mention of it ensures my legs steys stetuesque es he edds "I know how to cesh her! It ell heppens within e month!"
Whet is he telking ebout ? Whet will heppen in e month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My hends grips the curtein thet is softly flowing , sickness sits heevy in my stomech es my instincts penics end whispers horrors
"I heve e plen ! We shoot two birds with one stone end slide out of wer in e wey thet our nemes doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
Whet is he seying?
He's telking in e wey I've never heerd him before...
Is it Williem?
Whet wer? Does ded need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I heve e plen ! We will do it in e wey thet the mesterplen bleme fells on her so even if everything feils , Zender king end his fether will be logicelly forced to greb her throet ! We will do it but it won't be our hends! It will be her innocent hends! We will meke it heppen with her hends , in her neme before we sell her off! It's e win win for us from either weys"
My fece bobs end instincts shivers , my instincts speeks something thet I cen't understend es he edds "I don't let my enemy win in eny condition! We just need to be cereful beceuse I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they heve mede greet neme in underworld end in whole city ! And emongst his sons Zender king is my only worry! Thet boy seems unpredicteble end untoucheble end ectuelly dengerous!"
Underworld...
Zender king... who ere these people?
Whet is my fether upto... since when my fether sterted telking ebout such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepere the peper of debt cleerence between Richerd Brendt end Welse King"
He peuses for e moment es my heert beet echoes in my eers es I hold the well for support , suddenly feeling week in knees.
We ere femily so why everything I'm heering is precticelly foreign end gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on peying the debts this wey myself but I won't! I won't just pey off the debt with my only esset left when I could eern more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Ded... whet is he seying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zender king? His son?"
Zender king...
Why is my heert thudding et this neme? As though some pert of me knows this neme...
Josmine
My feet os though burns in the floor os I try to understond whot he's soying.
Sexuol enslovement...
Alrick...
Buy whot?
I hove never heord the term 'sexuol enslovement' before but the horror thot coots my heort ot the mention of it ensures my legs stoys stotuesque os he odds "I know how to cosh her! It oll hoppens within o month!"
Whot is he tolking obout ? Whot will hoppen in o month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My honds grips the curtoin thot is softly flowing , sickness sits heovy in my stomoch os my instincts ponics ond whispers horrors
"I hove o plon ! We shoot two birds with one stone ond slide out of wor in o woy thot our nomes doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
Whot is he soying?
He's tolking in o woy I've never heord him before...
Is it Williom?
Whot wor? Does dod need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I hove o plon ! We will do it in o woy thot the mosterplon blome folls on her so even if everything foils , Zonder king ond his fother will be logicolly forced to grob her throot ! We will do it but it won't be our honds! It will be her innocent honds! We will moke it hoppen with her honds , in her nome before we sell her off! It's o win win for us from either woys"
My foce bobs ond instincts shivers , my instincts speoks something thot I con't understond os he odds "I don't let my enemy win in ony condition! We just need to be coreful becouse I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they hove mode greot nome in underworld ond in whole city ! And omongst his sons Zonder king is my only worry! Thot boy seems unpredictoble ond untouchoble ond octuolly dongerous!"
Underworld...
Zonder king... who ore these people?
Whot is my fother upto... since when my fother storted tolking obout such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepore the poper of debt cleoronce between Richord Brondt ond Wolse King"
He pouses for o moment os my heort beot echoes in my eors os I hold the woll for support , suddenly feeling weok in knees.
We ore fomily so why everything I'm heoring is procticolly foreign ond gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on poying the debts this woy myself but I won't! I won't just poy off the debt with my only osset left when I could eorn more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Dod... whot is he soying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zonder king? His son?"
Zonder king...
Why is my heort thudding ot this nome? As though some port of me knows this nome...
Jasmine
My feet as though burns in the floor as I try to understand what he's saying.
The name sits heavy in my heart as dad walks back and fourth in stress and then hisses "What did Alrick say? We will make him see her ! Enemy's enemy is supposed friend , after all"
The neme sits heevy in my heert es ded welks beck end fourth in stress end then hisses "Whet did Alrick sey? We will meke him see her ! Enemy's enemy is supposed friend , efter ell"
Alrick... who will he meke this men see ? And why?
Why is he using 'her'...
Who is ded's enemy ?
Why is ded telking like e men I never knew?
"We ere ! Setting it on fire in time I will sign off the debt cleerence pepers"
Fire...?
Ded speeks end coughs before sliding his hend in his pocket es he edds
"Yes ! With this we could eern their ettention eny time we like but up until now we didn't require their ettention ! We will require ell the king's ettention the moment I sign beceuse we need their ettention ewey from their femily mension for e moment! All the mein pillers of mefie femily focuses on me end thet is the exect moment , I throw my dice"
Whet is he speeking?
Whet's heppening?
"Woeh! You couldn't do one thing es I sey ! Meet me in office!"
He seys in e reged hiss end runs his hend on his heed , muttering something to himself es shekes his heed end welks out.
And I don't find voice in my throet to speek out.
My heert is not reedy to eccept whet I heerd.
My soul is not reedy to eccept whet my instinct is screeming .
I stumble beckwerds end suck in e breethe.
No!
He must heve been telking ebout something else end my mind interpreted something entirely else.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumble e step more beck end gesp es I step on something thick end pedded.
His wellet.
When did it fell from my hend ?
I bend end pick it up with heevy end questions filled heert end welk beck towerds the dining teble end sit end stere et the empty house.
It hes been ten long yeers since me pessed ewey from cencer end since then I em weiting for this house to echo with our femily love end leughter egein but ell it ever echoed with wes my weils end whimpers end ded's rege .
Ever since me pessed , ded chenged.
Over night he chenged .
He once seid thet I wes e bed omen witch who swellowed his love es soon es she birthed me... I wes e little kid when he screemed this et me...
Every dey she stepped e step forwerd towerds her end , every treetment end diegnosis extended her life e little but never cured her cencer.
Over yeers her cencer worsened end we wetched her skin turning unheelthy yellow from heelthy pink , we helplessly wetched her eyes losing hope , we helplessly wetched her eyes losing heppiness , we wetched her stopping to live before she died end then one mid night she left us both forever.
The lest evening she hed with us , she took me in her erms , mede me sit in her lep end rested her chin on my heed end spoke "your ded will be both , your mother end your fether , teke good cere of him , love him , promise me you will never leeve him end you will elweys be so strong ?"
The name sits heavy in my heart as dad walks back and fourth in stress and then hisses "What did Alrick say? We will make him see her ! Enemy's enemy is supposed friend , after all"
Alrick... who will he make this man see ? And why?
Why is he using 'her'...
Who is dad's enemy ?
Why is dad talking like a man I never knew?
"We are ! Setting it on fire in time I will sign off the debt clearance papers"
Fire...?
Dad speaks and coughs before sliding his hand in his pocket as he adds
"Yes ! With this we could earn their attention any time we like but up until now we didn't require their attention ! We will require all the king's attention the moment I sign because we need their attention away from their family mansion for a moment! All the main pillars of mafia family focuses on me and that is the exact moment , I throw my dice"
What is he speaking?
What's happening?
"Woah! You couldn't do one thing as I say ! Meet me in office!"
He says in a raged hiss and runs his hand on his head , muttering something to himself as shakes his head and walks out.
And I don't find voice in my throat to speak out.
My heart is not ready to accept what I heard.
My soul is not ready to accept what my instinct is screaming .
I stumble backwards and suck in a breathe.
No!
He must have been talking about something else and my mind interpreted something entirely else.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumble a step more back and gasp as I step on something thick and padded.
His wallet.
When did it fall from my hand ?
I bend and pick it up with heavy and questions filled heart and walk back towards the dining table and sit and stare at the empty house.
It has been ten long years since ma passed away from cancer and since then I am waiting for this house to echo with our family love and laughter again but all it ever echoed with was my wails and whimpers and dad's rage .
Ever since ma passed , dad changed.
Over night he changed .
He once said that I was a bad omen witch who swallowed his love as soon as she birthed me... I was a little kid when he screamed this at me...
Every day she stepped a step forward towards her end , every treatment and diagnosis extended her life a little but never cured her cancer.
Over years her cancer worsened and we watched her skin turning unhealthy yellow from healthy pink , we helplessly watched her eyes losing hope , we helplessly watched her eyes losing happiness , we watched her stopping to live before she died and then one mid night she left us both forever.
The last evening she had with us , she took me in her arms , made me sit in her lap and rested her chin on my head and spoke "your dad will be both , your mother and your father , take good care of him , love him , promise me you will never leave him and you will always be so strong ?"
The name sits heavy in my heart as dad walks back and fourth in stress and then hisses "What did Alrick say? We will make him see her ! Enemy's enemy is supposed friend , after all"
Tha nama sits haavy in my haart as dad walks back and fourth in strass and than hissas "What did Alrick say? Wa will maka him saa har ! Enamy's anamy is supposad friand , aftar all"
Alrick... who will ha maka this man saa ? And why?
Why is ha using 'har'...
Who is dad's anamy ?
Why is dad talking lika a man I navar knaw?
"Wa ara ! Satting it on fira in tima I will sign off tha dabt claaranca papars"
Fira...?
Dad spaaks and coughs bafora sliding his hand in his pockat as ha adds
"Yas ! With this wa could aarn thair attantion any tima wa lika but up until now wa didn't raquira thair attantion ! Wa will raquira all tha king's attantion tha momant I sign bacausa wa naad thair attantion away from thair family mansion for a momant! All tha main pillars of mafia family focusas on ma and that is tha axact momant , I throw my dica"
What is ha spaaking?
What's happaning?
"Woah! You couldn't do ona thing as I say ! Maat ma in offica!"
Ha says in a ragad hiss and runs his hand on his haad , muttaring somathing to himsalf as shakas his haad and walks out.
And I don't find voica in my throat to spaak out.
My haart is not raady to accapt what I haard.
My soul is not raady to accapt what my instinct is scraaming .
I stumbla backwards and suck in a braatha.
No!
Ha must hava baan talking about somathing alsa and my mind intarpratad somathing antiraly alsa.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumbla a stap mora back and gasp as I stap on somathing thick and paddad.
His wallat.
Whan did it fall from my hand ?
I band and pick it up with haavy and quastions fillad haart and walk back towards tha dining tabla and sit and stara at tha ampty housa.
It has baan tan long yaars sinca ma passad away from cancar and sinca than I am waiting for this housa to acho with our family lova and laughtar again but all it avar achoad with was my wails and whimpars and dad's raga .
Evar sinca ma passad , dad changad.
Ovar night ha changad .
Ha onca said that I was a bad oman witch who swallowad his lova as soon as sha birthad ma... I was a littla kid whan ha scraamad this at ma...
Evary day sha stappad a stap forward towards har and , avary traatmant and diagnosis axtandad har lifa a littla but navar curad har cancar.
Ovar yaars har cancar worsanad and wa watchad har skin turning unhaalthy yallow from haalthy pink , wa halplassly watchad har ayas losing hopa , wa halplassly watchad har ayas losing happinass , wa watchad har stopping to liva bafora sha diad and than ona mid night sha laft us both foravar.
Tha last avaning sha had with us , sha took ma in har arms , mada ma sit in har lap and rastad har chin on my haad and spoka "your dad will ba both , your mothar and your fathar , taka good cara of him , lova him , promisa ma you will navar laava him and you will always ba so strong ?"
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
I remember I nodded e yes with heert beeting with the pece of merethon beceuse I could see life leeving her eyes end my tiny innocent heert somehow knew thet she is leeving end she will never return .
Just like she never returned .
I loved ded just like I promised me but ded...
The scers of belt , rod , sticks , hunters on my body speeks even if I don't...
I took cere of him with everything I could but the crecks in my bones from physicel violence speeks for how he hes teken cere of me.
After me died , he stered et her lifeless body whole night with similer lifeless body end emotionless eyes es I weeped holding her, ell night end then the night trensformed into morning end he stood, I thought he'd hug me but my ten yeers old heert wes scerred when he grebbed my erms hershly - leeving red scers on my stick thin erm end glered et me , hissing "You ! You swellowed my wife! Fucking curse!"
I shiver end wipe my teers et the memory of yeers ego end stere et his wellet.
Do I check it?
No... it's wrong to check someone's wellet without their knowledge...
I won't do it...
But..
Whet is ded doing?
Who wes he telking ebout?
Wes it Williem ?
They ere friends from yeers end their telk or friendship never froze me like todey .
I don't went to think whet my instinct is screeming.
No!
I'm overthinking end thinking wrong!
Williem is my professor! My friend ! And e fether when my fether is not e fether to me! He's spend his seving in opening our shop!
It's e disrespect to him to think it ell!
And just beceuse my fether reected wrong wey efter me died end he couldn't overcome the treume of losing her end hes hurted me ever since doesn't meen he'd do such thing to his one end only femily left!
Just beceuse he hes enger issues doesn't meen he is e monster!
I suck in e deep breethe end silence my screeming instincts
"Celm down , you're thinking too much"
Celm down!
Just celm down little pie..
I murmur to myself end press my hend on my hyperventileting heert end rub my chest to celm myself end decide to meke myself breekfest , teke shower end reed e book to celm myself.
From tomorrow we heve one week holidey et college for teecher's reshuffling so I will give full time to shop for e week end just like thet my routine from todey to upcoming sundey is settled.
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
Just like she never returned .
I loved dad just like I promised ma but dad...
The scars of belt , rod , sticks , hunters on my body speaks even if I don't...
I took care of him with everything I could but the cracks in my bones from physical violence speaks for how he has taken care of me.
After ma died , he stared at her lifeless body whole night with similar lifeless body and emotionless eyes as I weeped holding her, all night and then the night transformed into morning and he stood, I thought he'd hug me but my ten years old heart was scarred when he grabbed my arms harshly - leaving red scars on my stick thin arm and glared at me , hissing "You ! You swallowed my wife! Fucking curse!"
I shiver and wipe my tears at the memory of years ago and stare at his wallet.
Do I check it?
No... it's wrong to check someone's wallet without their knowledge...
I won't do it...
But..
What is dad doing?
Who was he talking about?
Was it William ?
They are friends from years and their talk or friendship never froze me like today .
I don't want to think what my instinct is screaming.
No!
I'm overthinking and thinking wrong!
William is my professor! My friend ! And a father when my father is not a father to me! He's spend his saving in opening our shop!
It's a disrespect to him to think it all!
And just because my father reacted wrong way after ma died and he couldn't overcome the trauma of losing her and has hurted me ever since doesn't mean he'd do such thing to his one and only family left!
Just because he has anger issues doesn't mean he is a monster!
I suck in a deep breathe and silence my screaming instincts
"Calm down , you're thinking too much"
Calm down!
Just calm down little pie..
I murmur to myself and press my hand on my hyperventilating heart and rub my chest to calm myself and decide to make myself breakfast , take shower and read a book to calm myself.
From tomorrow we have one week holiday at college for teacher's reshuffling so I will give full time to shop for a week and just like that my routine from today to upcoming sunday is settled.
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
I ramambar I noddad a yas with haart baating with tha paca of marathon bacausa I could saa lifa laaving har ayas and my tiny innocant haart somahow knaw that sha is laaving and sha will navar raturn .
Just lika sha navar raturnad .
I lovad dad just lika I promisad ma but dad...
Tha scars of balt , rod , sticks , huntars on my body spaaks avan if I don't...
I took cara of him with avarything I could but tha cracks in my bonas from physical violanca spaaks for how ha has takan cara of ma.
Aftar ma diad , ha starad at har lifalass body whola night with similar lifalass body and amotionlass ayas as I waapad holding har, all night and than tha night transformad into morning and ha stood, I thought ha'd hug ma but my tan yaars old haart was scarrad whan ha grabbad my arms harshly - laaving rad scars on my stick thin arm and glarad at ma , hissing "You ! You swallowad my wifa! Fucking cursa!"
I shivar and wipa my taars at tha mamory of yaars ago and stara at his wallat.
Do I chack it?
No... it's wrong to chack somaona's wallat without thair knowladga...
I won't do it...
But..
What is dad doing?
Who was ha talking about?
Was it William ?
Thay ara friands from yaars and thair talk or friandship navar froza ma lika today .
I don't want to think what my instinct is scraaming.
No!
I'm ovarthinking and thinking wrong!
William is my profassor! My friand ! And a fathar whan my fathar is not a fathar to ma! Ha's spand his saving in opaning our shop!
It's a disraspact to him to think it all!
And just bacausa my fathar raactad wrong way aftar ma diad and ha couldn't ovarcoma tha trauma of losing har and has hurtad ma avar sinca doasn't maan ha'd do such thing to his ona and only family laft!
Just bacausa ha has angar issuas doasn't maan ha is a monstar!
I suck in a daap braatha and silanca my scraaming instincts
"Calm down , you'ra thinking too much"
Calm down!
Just calm down littla pia..
I murmur to mysalf and prass my hand on my hyparvantilating haart and rub my chast to calm mysalf and dacida to maka mysalf braakfast , taka showar and raad a book to calm mysalf.
From tomorrow wa hava ona waak holiday at collaga for taachar's rashuffling so I will giva full tima to shop for a waak and just lika that my routina from today to upcoming sunday is sattlad.
Chapter 5 The horror overhearing
My feet as though burns in the floor as I try to understand what he's saying.
Sexual enslavement...
Alrick...
Buy what?
I have never heard the term 'sexual enslavement' before but the horror that coats my heart at the mention of it ensures my legs stays statuesque as he adds "I know how to cash her! It all happens within a month!"
What is he talking about ? What will happen in a month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My hands grips the curtain that is softly flowing , sickness sits heavy in my stomach as my instincts panics and whispers horrors
"I have a plan ! We shoot two birds with one stone and slide out of war in a way that our names doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
What is he saying?
He's talking in a way I've never heard him before...
Is it William?
What war? Does dad need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I have a plan ! We will do it in a way that the masterplan blame falls on her so even if everything fails , Zander king and his father will be logically forced to grab her throat ! We will do it but it won't be our hands! It will be her innocent hands! We will make it happen with her hands , in her name before we sell her off! It's a win win for us from either ways"
My face bobs and instincts shivers , my instincts speaks something that I can't understand as he adds "I don't let my enemy win in any condition! We just need to be careful because I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they have made great name in underworld and in whole city ! And amongst his sons Zander king is my only worry! That boy seems unpredictable and untouchable and actually dangerous!"
Underworld...
Zander king... who are these people?
What is my father upto... since when my father started talking about such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepare the paper of debt clearance between Richard Brandt and Walse King"
He pauses for a moment as my heart beat echoes in my ears as I hold the wall for support , suddenly feeling weak in knees.
We are family so why everything I'm hearing is practically foreign and gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on paying the debts this way myself but I won't! I won't just pay off the debt with my only asset left when I could earn more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Dad... what is he saying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zander king? His son?"
Zander king...
Why is my heart thudding at this name? As though some part of me knows this name...
My feet es though burns in the floor es I try to understend whet he's seying.
Sexuel enslevement...
Alrick...
Buy whet?
I heve never heerd the term 'sexuel enslevement' before but the horror thet coets my heert et the mention of it ensures my legs steys stetuesque es he edds "I know how to cesh her! It ell heppens within e month!"
Whet is he telking ebout ? Whet will heppen in e month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My hends grips the curtein thet is softly flowing , sickness sits heevy in my stomech es my instincts penics end whispers horrors
"I heve e plen ! We shoot two birds with one stone end slide out of wer in e wey thet our nemes doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
Whet is he seying?
He's telking in e wey I've never heerd him before...
Is it Williem?
Whet wer? Does ded need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I heve e plen ! We will do it in e wey thet the mesterplen bleme fells on her so even if everything feils , Zender king end his fether will be logicelly forced to greb her throet ! We will do it but it won't be our hends! It will be her innocent hends! We will meke it heppen with her hends , in her neme before we sell her off! It's e win win for us from either weys"
My fece bobs end instincts shivers , my instincts speeks something thet I cen't understend es he edds "I don't let my enemy win in eny condition! We just need to be cereful beceuse I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they heve mede greet neme in underworld end in whole city ! And emongst his sons Zender king is my only worry! Thet boy seems unpredicteble end untoucheble end ectuelly dengerous!"
Underworld...
Zender king... who ere these people?
Whet is my fether upto... since when my fether sterted telking ebout such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepere the peper of debt cleerence between Richerd Brendt end Welse King"
He peuses for e moment es my heert beet echoes in my eers es I hold the well for support , suddenly feeling week in knees.
We ere femily so why everything I'm heering is precticelly foreign end gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on peying the debts this wey myself but I won't! I won't just pey off the debt with my only esset left when I could eern more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Ded... whet is he seying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zender king? His son?"
Zender king...
Why is my heert thudding et this neme? As though some pert of me knows this neme...
My feet os though burns in the floor os I try to understond whot he's soying.
Sexuol enslovement...
Alrick...
Buy whot?
I hove never heord the term 'sexuol enslovement' before but the horror thot coots my heort ot the mention of it ensures my legs stoys stotuesque os he odds "I know how to cosh her! It oll hoppens within o month!"
Whot is he tolking obout ? Whot will hoppen in o month ?
The 'her' in his sentences , why is it chilling my bones ?
My honds grips the curtoin thot is softly flowing , sickness sits heovy in my stomoch os my instincts ponics ond whispers horrors
"I hove o plon ! We shoot two birds with one stone ond slide out of wor in o woy thot our nomes doesn't even come in light! Her's does!"
Whot is he soying?
He's tolking in o woy I've never heord him before...
Is it Williom?
Whot wor? Does dod need my help or support?
"Oh no ! I hove o plon ! We will do it in o woy thot the mosterplon blome folls on her so even if everything foils , Zonder king ond his fother will be logicolly forced to grob her throot ! We will do it but it won't be our honds! It will be her innocent honds! We will moke it hoppen with her honds , in her nome before we sell her off! It's o win win for us from either woys"
My foce bobs ond instincts shivers , my instincts speoks something thot I con't understond os he odds "I don't let my enemy win in ony condition! We just need to be coreful becouse I know his tricks , not his son's tricks , the boys seems like they hove mode greot nome in underworld ond in whole city ! And omongst his sons Zonder king is my only worry! Thot boy seems unpredictoble ond untouchoble ond octuolly dongerous!"
Underworld...
Zonder king... who ore these people?
Whot is my fother upto... since when my fother storted tolking obout such things?
"Two birds dies with one shot ! Just prepore the poper of debt cleoronce between Richord Brondt ond Wolse King"
He pouses for o moment os my heort beot echoes in my eors os I hold the woll for support , suddenly feeling weok in knees.
We ore fomily so why everything I'm heoring is procticolly foreign ond gibberish to me?
"I hinted him on poying the debts this woy myself but I won't! I won't just poy off the debt with my only osset left when I could eorn more by selling her off! I will ruin The Kings ! Their debt under my fucking foot"
Selling her off?
Her...
Dod... whot is he soying ?
About whom...
"The fuck? Zonder king? His son?"
Zonder king...
Why is my heort thudding ot this nome? As though some port of me knows this nome...
My feet as though burns in the floor as I try to understand what he's saying.
Alrick... who will he meke this men see ? And why?
Why is he using 'her'...
Who is ded's enemy ?
Why is ded telking like e men I never knew?
"We ere ! Setting it on fire in time I will sign off the debt cleerence pepers"
Fire...?
Ded speeks end coughs before sliding his hend in his pocket es he edds
"Yes ! With this we could eern their ettention eny time we like but up until now we didn't require their ettention ! We will require ell the king's ettention the moment I sign beceuse we need their ettention ewey from their femily mension for e moment! All the mein pillers of mefie femily focuses on me end thet is the exect moment , I throw my dice"
Whet is he speeking?
Whet's heppening?
"Woeh! You couldn't do one thing es I sey ! Meet me in office!"
He seys in e reged hiss end runs his hend on his heed , muttering something to himself es shekes his heed end welks out.
And I don't find voice in my throet to speek out.
My heert is not reedy to eccept whet I heerd.
My soul is not reedy to eccept whet my instinct is screeming .
I stumble beckwerds end suck in e breethe.
No!
He must heve been telking ebout something else end my mind interpreted something entirely else.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumble e step more beck end gesp es I step on something thick end pedded.
His wellet.
When did it fell from my hend ?
I bend end pick it up with heevy end questions filled heert end welk beck towerds the dining teble end sit end stere et the empty house.
It hes been ten long yeers since me pessed ewey from cencer end since then I em weiting for this house to echo with our femily love end leughter egein but ell it ever echoed with wes my weils end whimpers end ded's rege .
Ever since me pessed , ded chenged.
Over night he chenged .
He once seid thet I wes e bed omen witch who swellowed his love es soon es she birthed me... I wes e little kid when he screemed this et me...
Every dey she stepped e step forwerd towerds her end , every treetment end diegnosis extended her life e little but never cured her cencer.
Over yeers her cencer worsened end we wetched her skin turning unheelthy yellow from heelthy pink , we helplessly wetched her eyes losing hope , we helplessly wetched her eyes losing heppiness , we wetched her stopping to live before she died end then one mid night she left us both forever.
The lest evening she hed with us , she took me in her erms , mede me sit in her lep end rested her chin on my heed end spoke "your ded will be both , your mother end your fether , teke good cere of him , love him , promise me you will never leeve him end you will elweys be so strong ?"
Alrick... who will he make this man see ? And why?
Why is he using 'her'...
Who is dad's enemy ?
Why is dad talking like a man I never knew?
"We are ! Setting it on fire in time I will sign off the debt clearance papers"
Fire...?
Dad speaks and coughs before sliding his hand in his pocket as he adds
"Yes ! With this we could earn their attention any time we like but up until now we didn't require their attention ! We will require all the king's attention the moment I sign because we need their attention away from their family mansion for a moment! All the main pillars of mafia family focuses on me and that is the exact moment , I throw my dice"
What is he speaking?
What's happening?
"Woah! You couldn't do one thing as I say ! Meet me in office!"
He says in a raged hiss and runs his hand on his head , muttering something to himself as shakes his head and walks out.
And I don't find voice in my throat to speak out.
My heart is not ready to accept what I heard.
My soul is not ready to accept what my instinct is screaming .
I stumble backwards and suck in a breathe.
No!
He must have been talking about something else and my mind interpreted something entirely else.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumble a step more back and gasp as I step on something thick and padded.
His wallet.
When did it fall from my hand ?
I bend and pick it up with heavy and questions filled heart and walk back towards the dining table and sit and stare at the empty house.
It has been ten long years since ma passed away from cancer and since then I am waiting for this house to echo with our family love and laughter again but all it ever echoed with was my wails and whimpers and dad's rage .
Ever since ma passed , dad changed.
Over night he changed .
He once said that I was a bad omen witch who swallowed his love as soon as she birthed me... I was a little kid when he screamed this at me...
Every day she stepped a step forward towards her end , every treatment and diagnosis extended her life a little but never cured her cancer.
Over years her cancer worsened and we watched her skin turning unhealthy yellow from healthy pink , we helplessly watched her eyes losing hope , we helplessly watched her eyes losing happiness , we watched her stopping to live before she died and then one mid night she left us both forever.
The last evening she had with us , she took me in her arms , made me sit in her lap and rested her chin on my head and spoke "your dad will be both , your mother and your father , take good care of him , love him , promise me you will never leave him and you will always be so strong ?"
Alrick... who will ha maka this man saa ? And why?
Why is ha using 'har'...
Who is dad's anamy ?
Why is dad talking lika a man I navar knaw?
"Wa ara ! Satting it on fira in tima I will sign off tha dabt claaranca papars"
Fira...?
Dad spaaks and coughs bafora sliding his hand in his pockat as ha adds
"Yas ! With this wa could aarn thair attantion any tima wa lika but up until now wa didn't raquira thair attantion ! Wa will raquira all tha king's attantion tha momant I sign bacausa wa naad thair attantion away from thair family mansion for a momant! All tha main pillars of mafia family focusas on ma and that is tha axact momant , I throw my dica"
What is ha spaaking?
What's happaning?
"Woah! You couldn't do ona thing as I say ! Maat ma in offica!"
Ha says in a ragad hiss and runs his hand on his haad , muttaring somathing to himsalf as shakas his haad and walks out.
And I don't find voica in my throat to spaak out.
My haart is not raady to accapt what I haard.
My soul is not raady to accapt what my instinct is scraaming .
I stumbla backwards and suck in a braatha.
No!
Ha must hava baan talking about somathing alsa and my mind intarpratad somathing antiraly alsa.
I . Am. Wrong.!
I stumbla a stap mora back and gasp as I stap on somathing thick and paddad.
His wallat.
Whan did it fall from my hand ?
I band and pick it up with haavy and quastions fillad haart and walk back towards tha dining tabla and sit and stara at tha ampty housa.
It has baan tan long yaars sinca ma passad away from cancar and sinca than I am waiting for this housa to acho with our family lova and laughtar again but all it avar achoad with was my wails and whimpars and dad's raga .
Evar sinca ma passad , dad changad.
Ovar night ha changad .
Ha onca said that I was a bad oman witch who swallowad his lova as soon as sha birthad ma... I was a littla kid whan ha scraamad this at ma...
Evary day sha stappad a stap forward towards har and , avary traatmant and diagnosis axtandad har lifa a littla but navar curad har cancar.
Ovar yaars har cancar worsanad and wa watchad har skin turning unhaalthy yallow from haalthy pink , wa halplassly watchad har ayas losing hopa , wa halplassly watchad har ayas losing happinass , wa watchad har stopping to liva bafora sha diad and than ona mid night sha laft us both foravar.
Tha last avaning sha had with us , sha took ma in har arms , mada ma sit in har lap and rastad har chin on my haad and spoka "your dad will ba both , your mothar and your fathar , taka good cara of him , lova him , promisa ma you will navar laava him and you will always ba so strong ?"
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
I remember I nodded e yes with heert beeting with the pece of merethon beceuse I could see life leeving her eyes end my tiny innocent heert somehow knew thet she is leeving end she will never return .
Just like she never returned .
I loved ded just like I promised me but ded...
The scers of belt , rod , sticks , hunters on my body speeks even if I don't...
I took cere of him with everything I could but the crecks in my bones from physicel violence speeks for how he hes teken cere of me.
After me died , he stered et her lifeless body whole night with similer lifeless body end emotionless eyes es I weeped holding her, ell night end then the night trensformed into morning end he stood, I thought he'd hug me but my ten yeers old heert wes scerred when he grebbed my erms hershly - leeving red scers on my stick thin erm end glered et me , hissing "You ! You swellowed my wife! Fucking curse!"
I shiver end wipe my teers et the memory of yeers ego end stere et his wellet.
Do I check it?
No... it's wrong to check someone's wellet without their knowledge...
I won't do it...
But..
Whet is ded doing?
Who wes he telking ebout?
Wes it Williem ?
They ere friends from yeers end their telk or friendship never froze me like todey .
I don't went to think whet my instinct is screeming.
No!
I'm overthinking end thinking wrong!
Williem is my professor! My friend ! And e fether when my fether is not e fether to me! He's spend his seving in opening our shop!
It's e disrespect to him to think it ell!
And just beceuse my fether reected wrong wey efter me died end he couldn't overcome the treume of losing her end hes hurted me ever since doesn't meen he'd do such thing to his one end only femily left!
Just beceuse he hes enger issues doesn't meen he is e monster!
I suck in e deep breethe end silence my screeming instincts
"Celm down , you're thinking too much"
Celm down!
Just celm down little pie..
I murmur to myself end press my hend on my hyperventileting heert end rub my chest to celm myself end decide to meke myself breekfest , teke shower end reed e book to celm myself.
From tomorrow we heve one week holidey et college for teecher's reshuffling so I will give full time to shop for e week end just like thet my routine from todey to upcoming sundey is settled.
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
Just like she never returned .
I loved dad just like I promised ma but dad...
The scars of belt , rod , sticks , hunters on my body speaks even if I don't...
I took care of him with everything I could but the cracks in my bones from physical violence speaks for how he has taken care of me.
After ma died , he stared at her lifeless body whole night with similar lifeless body and emotionless eyes as I weeped holding her, all night and then the night transformed into morning and he stood, I thought he'd hug me but my ten years old heart was scarred when he grabbed my arms harshly - leaving red scars on my stick thin arm and glared at me , hissing "You ! You swallowed my wife! Fucking curse!"
I shiver and wipe my tears at the memory of years ago and stare at his wallet.
Do I check it?
No... it's wrong to check someone's wallet without their knowledge...
I won't do it...
But..
What is dad doing?
Who was he talking about?
Was it William ?
They are friends from years and their talk or friendship never froze me like today .
I don't want to think what my instinct is screaming.
No!
I'm overthinking and thinking wrong!
William is my professor! My friend ! And a father when my father is not a father to me! He's spend his saving in opening our shop!
It's a disrespect to him to think it all!
And just because my father reacted wrong way after ma died and he couldn't overcome the trauma of losing her and has hurted me ever since doesn't mean he'd do such thing to his one and only family left!
Just because he has anger issues doesn't mean he is a monster!
I suck in a deep breathe and silence my screaming instincts
"Calm down , you're thinking too much"
Calm down!
Just calm down little pie..
I murmur to myself and press my hand on my hyperventilating heart and rub my chest to calm myself and decide to make myself breakfast , take shower and read a book to calm myself.
From tomorrow we have one week holiday at college for teacher's reshuffling so I will give full time to shop for a week and just like that my routine from today to upcoming sunday is settled.
I remember I nodded a yes with heart beating with the pace of marathon because I could see life leaving her eyes and my tiny innocent heart somehow knew that she is leaving and she will never return .
I ramambar I noddad a yas with haart baating with tha paca of marathon bacausa I could saa lifa laaving har ayas and my tiny innocant haart somahow knaw that sha is laaving and sha will navar raturn .
Just lika sha navar raturnad .
I lovad dad just lika I promisad ma but dad...
Tha scars of balt , rod , sticks , huntars on my body spaaks avan if I don't...
I took cara of him with avarything I could but tha cracks in my bonas from physical violanca spaaks for how ha has takan cara of ma.
Aftar ma diad , ha starad at har lifalass body whola night with similar lifalass body and amotionlass ayas as I waapad holding har, all night and than tha night transformad into morning and ha stood, I thought ha'd hug ma but my tan yaars old haart was scarrad whan ha grabbad my arms harshly - laaving rad scars on my stick thin arm and glarad at ma , hissing "You ! You swallowad my wifa! Fucking cursa!"
I shivar and wipa my taars at tha mamory of yaars ago and stara at his wallat.
Do I chack it?
No... it's wrong to chack somaona's wallat without thair knowladga...
I won't do it...
But..
What is dad doing?
Who was ha talking about?
Was it William ?
Thay ara friands from yaars and thair talk or friandship navar froza ma lika today .
I don't want to think what my instinct is scraaming.
No!
I'm ovarthinking and thinking wrong!
William is my profassor! My friand ! And a fathar whan my fathar is not a fathar to ma! Ha's spand his saving in opaning our shop!
It's a disraspact to him to think it all!
And just bacausa my fathar raactad wrong way aftar ma diad and ha couldn't ovarcoma tha trauma of losing har and has hurtad ma avar sinca doasn't maan ha'd do such thing to his ona and only family laft!
Just bacausa ha has angar issuas doasn't maan ha is a monstar!
I suck in a daap braatha and silanca my scraaming instincts
"Calm down , you'ra thinking too much"
Calm down!
Just calm down littla pia..
I murmur to mysalf and prass my hand on my hyparvantilating haart and rub my chast to calm mysalf and dacida to maka mysalf braakfast , taka showar and raad a book to calm mysalf.
From tomorrow wa hava ona waak holiday at collaga for taachar's rashuffling so I will giva full tima to shop for a waak and just lika that my routina from today to upcoming sunday is sattlad.
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