In Tokyo, a crowded place where I used to live with my mother who had depression and anxiety, my father who's always drunk then hits me and her whenever mother or I gets into his nerves.
It was always like that everyday, but the night father came home acted differently, he was yelling loudly while raising a broken glass of beer in his hand..
mother ran to see him trashing the whole room, as he saw mother he cursed her whilst grabbing her hair and killed her with no remorse, he laughed crazily while I hid in the closet blankly..
seeing the blood flooding the floor and the body of my mother which became lifeless with her eyes teary, he opened the closet door and found me hiding saying; "Found you"
He dragged me by my hair and threw me on the floor next to my mother, he started hitting me with his belt as I lay there with no response to his painful hits...
he got mad and tried to kill me instead but before he could, I stabbed him with the knife that my mother was holding trying to kill him.
Looking at his own stomach bleeding through, I stood up and went to the door calmly as I open I see a shadow, to my surprise as I look behind....
a gun shot was triggered and there I find my father dead on the floor; "Richard you didn't pay the last debt you had from Boss" turning around and find a few men dressed in black each holding guns; "Hm, are you Richard's son?"
Not saying a word wouldn't change anything; "I was, who are you?"
the man who killed my father laughed as to what I said; "Was you say, so does that mean you have no parents anymore?" he looked at me with his face smug; "Would you like to come with us?" looking at him with his hand reached out to me, I didn't said a word and accepted his offer; "Good choice, what's your name?"..... "Clay"
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I despise omegas. . . despite being one, the youth I've grown to hatred and hate to myself... the life that I was surrounded with lies of deceit, the doubtful and unsettled fake smiles that were circling me... the day that I have been born in the world was the day I secured my heart
Ever since the one I truly treasure was gone I never felt warmth again, and that's where I came to not understand what the word 'love' truly is.... the person I treasured once taught me that love is the embracing warmth from the person you cherish. "I won't get to feel that warmth ever again"
But then, I met you. Under the trees with falling leaves
The story that took place one morning. . . The story that took place on fall
