Fascha's POV

I thought he will not come.. i thought he will leave me here hanging i thought he will let those things happens i thought he doesnt care about me.. because he said that he's into men..

therefore he's gay..

-6 years earlier-

"Mom! where are you taking me?! i said i dont want to go with you!"I said i just dont want to go with her! i dont want to make friends with those street kids.. i just dont like them! They're so dirty and stinky so gross! i dont want to lay my hand over their skins.. i feel like when i touch their skins or their hair i got millions of germs..

"Fas!"Mom said with her warningly tone like i care?! but i have no choice but to follow her or else ill be grounded for how many weeks bruh

so here we go.. got to the squatter area and have to wear my precious fake smile..

but suddenly mom take me to her clinic yes a clinic.. but as expected.. there are few squatter like what ive said before i hate them so i go outside then go to the bench right side of the main door of my mom's clinic but suddenly i saw from my peripheral vision that a kid got abused..

i feel pity about him.. but its only an empathy not sympathy after a few mins.. i got shocked because someone took a sit beside me like what the.. when i lift my gazes there i saw the kid who got abused crying out loud.. he got this pale skin.. soft gestures.. and a pi--

"What are you staring at?"he said with his trying hard to be manly voice eh?

"No nothing" I didnt notice that ive been staring at him for a long time gosh this is so embarrassing..