Sebastian fidgets with the hem of his hoodie instead of eating, observing the awkward atmosphere around himself. He glances towards his mother who is busy serving pancakes for his father. His own portion lies idly as he waits for his parents to settle down. He's on high alert, still trying to come up with an explanation as to why his mother decided to have breakfast together as a family today? Instead of gulping down the fresh orange juice placed in front of him, he gulps down his saliva, attempting to get away from the judgmental glare of his father. He doesn't remember when the last time he sat down with his family and had meals. It feels like ancient time. Over the past few months, he had always wished for a day when he would be accepted by his family and be loved the same again. If he knew getting back together and sharing a meal would be so awkward, he wouldn't nurture that wish. "Why aren't you eating?" His mother asks, stabbing her pancake with a knife.Sebastian hesitantly
Sebastian wants to react to the humiliation brought upon by the slap. He wants to give an appropriate response to her violent attack but he finds himself unable to do so. Knowing that he was at fault, he is ready to accept the consequences even though it's humiliating to say the least. Lia doesn't seem to be satisfied with just one slap. She is ready to strike again with the desire of reddening Sebastian's already red cheek. "Touch him again and you have to fight with me, bitch." Sebastian gets surprised seeing Oliver standing before him and facing Lia fiercely. He doesn't know where Oliver came from. Shame overtakes his features, being defended by someone when the fault is his. "Step away. It's between him and I." Lia hisses, trying to push Oliver away and get to Sebastian. But Oliver is adamant. He glares at Lia, telling her that he isn't backing off."You are a blind idiot. Look at the photo and see for yourself. It's edited! But of course, an illiterate person like you can't s
Killian punches the heavy punching bag with all the force he can mustard. The force is so fierce that the bag is only a few minutes away from falling from the ceiling, escaping the metallic loop it is bound with. Sweat drops from his forehead profusely. His bare chest glistens with sweat. He is panting like there is no tomorrow, tiredness taking over his system. However, he is still livid. The desire to hurt something to subside his anger is too intense. Unwanted memories flashes in front of his eyes like a vivid dream, making him angrier. No matter how much he punches the bag, it doesn't bring him the satisfaction he is longing for. Vulnerable. He is feeling vulnerable and he absolutely loathes it. Panting heavily, Killian rolls off the gloves. He starts punching the bag with bare hand, hoping it would make him feel some other emotions than the ominous feeling pumping in his veins. He is used to punching the bag with his bare hand. However, he is too agitated to watch his strikes r
Time seems to pass agonizingly slowly for Killian. He believed he searched every corner of the town but there is so sign of Sebastian. He is tempted to barge into Sebastian's house but he knows it might be the dumbest idea ever. Something about Sebastian's father rubs him the wrong way. He doesn't know why or how but he is sure Sebastian isn't home. A sudden phone call brings him back from his reverie. With hope settling inside his chest, he takes the phone in his hand. But It's not Sebastian nor Ethan. It's Alex. Killian sighs heavily before picking up the call. "What do you want?" He says roughly, sounding uninterested. "It's me, not Alex. You can hold back your bitterness." Comes an annoyed voice from the other side. "Fine. What do you want, Oliver?" Killian asks, resting his head on the leather seat, feeling the exhaustion taking over. "We went to Sebastian's house." Killian pulls himself back with a start. "You did what?!" "Hold your horses and listen to me carefully before
"What were you doing, Sebastian?" Killian asks with a stern tone, still feeling his breath getting hitched. Sebastian's tears are too much to take but he can't ignore the fact that Sebastian was too reckless to think about doing something like that. He can't even think about it without making his heart skip several beats. "Drinking strawberry milk?" Sebastian says through tears which comes out as a question rather than an answer. "What?" Killian asks before immediately reflecting the flashlight on the fallen bottle. The content does look like milk. Killian sucks in a breath, chuckling at himself for the misunderstanding. He should have known Sebastian is too strong to try anything like that. If anything, Sebastian is stronger than Killian himself. Sebastian regards Killian with confused eyes, wiping away the shed tears. He looks down to the grass under his feet, not being able to meet Killian's eyes. He doesn't know how and why Killian is here but he is happy. His happiness comes
Killian's hands are still on Sebastian's cheek as he breathes heavily. Both are panting due to their heated kissing session, feeling a burning sensation at the pit of their stomachs. "Did you eat garlic?" Sebastian asks right after parting away from Killian's lips, nose scrunching in disgust. Killian lets out an amused chuckle before nodding his head, finding Sebastian's reaction utterly cute. "Last night." Killian admits, taking his hand off Sebastian's soft cheeks. "And you didn't bother to brush your teeth this morning?" If Sebastian's face doesn't give away the disgust that he is feeling, his voice does that perfectly. "Hey, cut me some slack. It was a rough morning." Killian defends himself, earning a classic eye roll from Sebastian. Sebastian doesn't say anything. He takes out a mouthwash from his backpack, making Killian laugh his heart out. "You are indeed the modern day Dora the explorer." Killian says in between his laughter fit, holding his stomach as it starts to hu
"It's your fault." Killian grumbles under his breath, undoing his seatbelt. Sebastian looks visibly offended by the accusation. He yells back mockingly, "You were the one driving your baby." "Because you asked me to drive fast." Killian retorts back, leaving the car before he can hear Sebastian coming up with something. Enraged by the false accusations, Sebastian also steps down and goes towards Killian who is talking to the cop. "What's the matter, officer?" Sebastian hears Killian ask, sounding worried yet confident. "Why don't we have a look at the hood of your car?" The cop questions instead, leading the way towards the back of the car with a flashlight in his hand. Any sign of color drains from both Killian and Sebastian's faces as they see what the officer is pointing at. Locks of black hair are dangling from the car hood. By the size of the strands it can be assumed that the hair belongs to a girl unless it's a man with long silky hair. The officer asks them to step aside
"Isn't there any room with double beds?" Sebastian asks, regarding the old man with careful eyes. He grips Killian's jacket harder when the man looks at him with malicious eyes. "Is your boyfriend angry at you?" The man asks Killian instead, an amused smile spreading on his thin and dry lips, his wrinkles disappearing for a second as he gives a wide and sinister smile. "How about you give a direct answer to his question?" Killian asks in a serious tone all while putting a reassuring hand on Sebastian, sensing his worry. The man doesn't reply with words, rather he opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a box. Sebastian looks equally horrified and embarrassed when the man pulls out a packet of condom from the box. He shouldn't be surprised though. This dimly lit place reeks of sex, it creates the perfect illusion of a place where people can let loose and act on their sinful desires without worrying about anything. The old man who is acting like the manager looks like the incarnation