Sold to red-eyed man

Miguel POV:

As I walked to school, memories from last night kept hunting me! I could never get the image of that face out of my head. It was like they were haunting me. After checking the mirror this morning, there were obvious eye bags below my eyes.

Today, I've chosen to wear my hoodie down. I was so sick of hiding and protecting myself from the world when no one really cared about me!

I thought back to Shirley who also witnessed the same thing as I did last night and wondered if her mind was at rest. This was the little affection I could show towards her, since she seemed to care about me. Trusting people was no longer my thing after what happened with the boy I thought loved me.

As I walked through the gates of school, a bad feeling suddenly arose in me. I tried shaking it off, but the more I did, the more it came. “What's going on?” I mumbled to myself.

“Wow, you're gorgeous despite the panda eyes you're possessing,” I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Shirley say this behind me. It was then I noticed the look of awe and confusion I was getting.

“Well, this was expected the moment I pulled my hoodie down,” I said to myself, pretending not to hear Shirley, though I knew she wouldn't stop pestering me.

“Good morning, did you have a good sleep?” she asked, but only whispered the last part. I rolled my eyes at her question. She had clearly stated my appearance when she saw me, then why bother to ask if I had a good sleep? As if my appearance wasn't enough proof.

As I walked along the hallway, whispering and murmurings of the students could be heard. I was sure enough that the cause of all this was me and me alone.

“Wow! I didn't realize you all cared about me!” I yelled sarcastically which in turn made the hallway quite as they all stared at me wide-eyed.

“You're in for my surprises bitches!” I yelled once again and swaggered to my locker.

Furthermore, I realized that this was the first time in my years of learning in this school I'll walk freely without being shoved.

I could only commend my bravery or more like stupidity as Shirley put it.

She had witnessed my act a few minutes ago and hasn't stopped lecturing me about the consequences of my earlier action.

“I can see you're really ready to die young. If you want to die, just remember this song for me, 'I don't wanna die young, I know that's not my destiny'. Count me out!” She stomped her foot, her nostrils flaring, and this made me smile unconsciously. I only realized what I was doing when I heard Shirley gasp and her cheek a bright shade of red. I could only hold in my laughter which wasn't painful this time because surprisingly, the wounds and bruises I had yesterday had healed.

The day passed in the blink of an eye and I walked with nonchalance In the school. I knew all the whispers were only about me.

As I was close to the place I dreaded the most, which others would call 'home', I felt my heartbeat speed up rapidly. I held on to my chest and squatted, hoping to calm myself.

Few minutes later, I was back on my feet and walked to the dreadful place. I stood before the beautiful-looking house that held in a group of devil's and shook my head. “When would these suffering end?” I asked myself as I stood on the porch.

Although, I was always asked to knock before I entered into the house, but this time, a spirit in me pushed me not to compel.

As harsh as possible, I pushed the door open. What greeted my sight wasn't something I didn't expect.

Sitting on the chair was the same man who haunted my dreams last night. I stared at him wide-eyed, too shocked to say anything.

I only snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a sharp sting in my cheek. I turned to look at the man who called himself my father, the man who just slapped me.

“You b*stard, where have you been? Did you go see another sick boyfriend of yours?” He yelled, his breath fanning my nose and I immediately had the urge to spill my guts out. 'What the fuck was he eating? Maggots?' I thought to myself and frowned, making a mental note to make sure I gave him my mouthwash.

“Mr. Pat, I'm not here to play games with you. Where is my money?” I heard the red-eyed man ask and man! His voice was worth swooning over. His physique was great, handsomeness beyond human's comprehension, and I was certain that beneath those clothes were fine abs! I snapped out of my Dreamland when I heard the conversation ongoing between him and my father.

“Sir, I'll pay your debt. I'm willing to pay it, but I don't have money,” Mr. Pat, my coward of a father, stammered ad he fell to his knees. I couldn't really blame him for getting on his knees because my knees were also getting weak. The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul.

Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling…

“And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

I switched my gaze to my father, awaiting his response. One spirit in me was asking me to run as far way as I could, but I couldn't find it in me to move. Just then, I heard my father say;

“I'll trade him to pay my debt.”