1. He just want to live

Love, give, pain, hope, broken.

To every person those words come with the meaning of their understanding or the meaning dedicated in the dictionary. But to understand and to feel is a whole different thing. To Ash love means him, give for him, pain by him, hope from him, and broken because of him. He has given everything to that person, ready to sacrifice even his life but in the end or was it from the very beginning that the same person has never chosen him, it was her that he chose. 

It was her.

Her

He

H

…

His body and heart are wrecked. He was broken, broken beyond fix. It was never his choice, but he did not regret becoming one.  

And the thin barrier of choice for a broken person? It is either Forget or Revenge. 

Forget, forget. He isn't strong enough for that, so he decides on the latter.

Revenge.

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The night is darker than usual as many await for the rain to fall. Instead of a big downpour the sky starts with a little splatter here and there.  

It is Friday in a crowded city full of people enjoying their night out. Sport car drifting and bike speeding. Pedestrians relishing across the street. Bar and club bombarding with music and booze. 

A 6 feet tall man in formal attire with hair darker than the alley he was walking. One hand tucked in his trouser pocket as the other pushed the glasses that fell onto the breach of his noses. Even in the dark he looks charming. 

As always, he was pasting the alley toward the block where his condo stood. Every alley is occupied differently each day, most of them with stray cats or dogs and trash, some filled with the smell of beggars or homeless people. 

But the last alley he is about to approach gives off the familiar stenches he hadn’t smelled for a long time. He was about to pass the alley when something tightly wrapped around his legs stopped his further movement. His attempt to move is futile as annoyance clouds his eyes.

He harshly lift his leg from the dead grips but a sore voice begging stop his track 

“H-he-lp, h-help m-me” 

“I-I’m not d-dying. W-wan-t to l-live” 

The man freezes, his eyes still as a calm water but in there play a certain memory from the past. 

‘I-I j-jus want t-to l-live” 

“T-to l-live” 

The tightly grip hand slid off pulling him back to reality and for the time that night he looked into the alley. 

His eyes cast toward the lying person on dirty ground, all wreck and mess up. Blood and dirt mix into one smearing across the person's face. 

He’s too young to be dying here. 

Wasting no longer, he picks the person by the arm and carries him on his back. He was taken aback by how light he felt. 

He gently placed the unconscious figure on the bed, opened the light and rushed to check his condition.

His condition is quite severe with high fever and bruises. 

He quickly brought the towel and water to clean his body and calm the fever. While swiftly tearing the remaining shirt off he was shocked at the bare sight. 

The person looks sickly thin, open wounds and scars scattered across his body. Blood was still dripping from some. 

His hand trembles as he retreats a few steps trying to process the situation. 

“What have you been through?” he mumbles a question 

Can a normal person handle this much? 

He wiped  his face and body before working on the wounds. Some need good stitching while others need a deep cleaning. 

It took a few hours to improve his condition although he is still unconscious. 

The bell rings, opening the door welcoming the guest he expected. 

“Come in” 

“This is what you ask for,” said the newcomer as he hand a several IV bag 

He quickly arranged it for the sleeping figure to reduce the pain and fever. 

The newcome followed him to the bedroom as he was startle by the other presence

“C- I mean Xenorr, who is he?”

“...” Xenorr, he was focusing on the tasks only when he finish did he answer “I just met him not long before you” 

“He is complete mess,” said Xenorr 

“Don’t you think he is-” 

“Nick” Xenorr cut him off “Not again” 

Nick sighed as if getting used to this, “Is there anything else you need?” 

Xenorr shook his head in return, his eyes coldly fixated on the sleeping person. 

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.

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The metal door scrapes open, followed by the same guys that have come to visit him for the last few days he was locked up here. 

They were staring at him as they burst into laughter. It took them awhile to calm down before leader speak ‘Look at the puppy eyes’ 

‘That bastard sell you to protect his bitch’ said the leader

‘My poor Asher he abandoned you here’ 

‘Y-you’re lying’ Asher stammers, his voice cracks ‘He won’t do this to me’

‘He already did’ said the man ‘He used you to protect his girl’

‘H-he can’t’ Asher, tears that threaten to fall has fallen

‘Stop lying to yourself’ 

Asher eyes snapped at those guys, he got up as he pushed the leader squarely in the chest ‘Let me see him!’

‘He can’t be doing this to me’ 

‘You crazy bitch!’ the leader spat with anger as he harshly slap Asher revealing a hand mark bruise across the pretty face 

‘Let me go, I need to see him’ Asher try to get off and pass those guys out, the slapped was not enough to stop him

The leader was mad at his rebellious behavior, he roughly grabbed him by hair as he pushed his hand into the nearby wall. 

‘Are you fucking deaf?’ 

‘L-let go!’ Asher said in between his breathe

He tries to pry firm grips off to no avail compared to his opponent; he is just a helpless ant that easily crashes. 

‘He fucking abandon you for fuck sake’ 

Again, that word again. Again, he got abandoned. For the moment, silence enveloped a tidal wave of realization hit him in the chest, crashing him to the bone and pushing him to the edge. 

‘H-he love me’ Asher whispers 

A mocking laugh echoes beside his ears followed by a taunting ‘Tsk tsk, you poor thing’

‘Stop dreaming,’ said the leader, ‘Now shall we have some fun?’

The grips loosen, Asher took the shot to hit but he was too clumsy and weak to even try. The man easily caught his hand, twisted it behind his back and tackled him to the ground. 

‘Now taste the real deal bitch’ said the man as he unbuckle his belt 

‘N-no’ Asher struggle, he can’t stay still and accept this ‘P-pleas-e n-no’ 

‘J-jay, h-help me Jay’ sound Asher with all his voice and strength 

He was the only person he could think of but where is him? 

‘P-please I need you,’ Asher ‘D-Don’t l-leave me here’ 

Asher could feel his clothes being torn apart as filthy hands touching his bare body. Goosebump rose like wildfire, churning his stomach sick. 

‘Don’t abandon me here. I’m begging you’ Asher voice barely a whisper 

In his current situation, instead of pleading the person that about to rape him, he beg for the inivisible asshole that he loved so much to the point of willing to die for him and yet he just heartlessly abandon him to the wolf. 

Help me.

Don’t.

Abandon…

Asher’s eyes fluttered open, he was too tired to even look around but the ceiling was too different to ignore. For the first time these past two years, his eyes open to the unfamiliar surroundings because everytime, it has always been a cold, dark room.

Was this a dream? 

He chuckle to himself, what a fucking beautiful dream? 

As he reaches to wipe the tears on his cheek, Asher feels the weight on his hand, he looks to see the needle and the IV bag, it content steadily seeping into his veins. In that instant, he realized the reality of his circumstance- this wasn’t a dream.

Where is he?

TO BE CONTINUED…