I looked at him with a soft look. "To be honest I don't even know, I haven't come to this house for 11 years now." I said looking around the small house. I could see fear in the boy eyes, I know how he feels I was like that when I got in my first gun fight with the enemy. I took his hand and pulled him onto me, despite my injured hand. I don't even know the boy but I just felt the urge to hold him, i looked down at the boy who was shedding tears now. "Why are you crying?" I asked him while patting his back. "My little brother is at home by himself, he's only 10 years old and he's a-alone." I could hear his sobs, don't he have parents or someone to take care of his brother? I didn't ask him anything like that. "My name is Somchai." I randomly burst out those words out of my mouth, I could feel the boy slight stares on me. "Mine is Anong." Wow his name was pretty feminine for a boy. "You have quite a feminine name, but to be honest it kinda suites you." I could see his a smile on his face before it fade away. "My mom picked that name for me, I always used to hate my name but after my mother died I started liking it, because she was the one that picked it." I nodded, his background seems quite interesting.
After a couple of minutes, Anong fell asleep onto of me. Because of my injured hand I was kinda struggling to get him off me, but I got him on the bed. Even though I don't visit here I send maids to clean here and carry extra clothes here incase of an emergency. I trust that my bodyguards will find me soon, I went to the drawers to get a pair of clean pajamas to put that boy in. I kinda don't wanna wake him up, he's sleeping so peaceful but I know if I change him by myself I would hurt my injured hand. I left him in his clothes and laid on the sofa in the living room. I was taking a nap when I heard a something break, I jumped out of my nap and looked towards the kitchen. I saw the boy picking up some broken plate pieces. I hurried over to him and grabbed his hands, "Don't fucking touch anything." I said in a deep and serious voice. I could see the sadness in his eyes, I took up the broken pieces and put them in a bag before throwing them in the bin. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING, YOU KNOW YOU COULD'VE GET HURT." I shouted at the boy, making the boy step back a little while tears started streaming down his face. "A-am s-sorry." He sobbed before going on his knees, the words that broke my heart were said. "P-please don't kill me I beg you!" The boy pleaded. I stopped in my tracks looking at crying mess below me, I bend down to his level. "I'll never kill or hurt you so don't say those words." I held his up his face so that he could look me in my eyes. I am never like this but this boy makes me feel somethings I never wanted to feel, but I can't like him I don't want to drag him into my world. I wanted to hug him but I couldn't because I don't want to get too attached or close to him. I stand up then held his hand to help him up, I grabbed his waist so he wouldn't slip. I could see the blush on his face but I just ignored it, I wiped his tears away with my thumb. I gave him a few pats on the head before going to the kitchen, "Do you want a sandwich?" I asked him then I saw him nod. "How are you going to make a sandwich with one hand?" He asked, I chuckled. "Just watch me make the perfect sandwich with one hand." I heard the sweetest chuckle in my entire life, I could feel a smile creeping up on my lips but I didn't smile. After a couple minutes I was finished making making sandwiches, "Wow those actually look good." Anong said before taking a sandwich then eating it. A moan left his mouth then he gave me a thumbs up meaning it taste good, I started eating my sandwich but I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the boy in front of me. Fuck he's so hot, I started checking him out from head to toes. Fuck what's wrong with me and why am I like this, I really need to stop being so clingy and nice to him.
Two hours passed and I was on the sofa, I was fucking bored and was wondering if my men's find any tracks leading to where I am. I took a cigarette and my lighter and went to a window to open it and smoke my cigarette. I inhaled and exhaled the smoke, cigarettes are my safe space. The boy was sleeping as it was pretty late in the night, he's making me so confused. He's making me act like am someone different, a sigh left my mouth as I crush my cigarette top then threw it away. I ran my hand through my very black hair, I am literally staying with someone I met two days ago A FUCKING STRANGER! and he's already doing things to me. After my men's find me, I'll cut off all connections with him, but another side of me wants to keep him by my side. I closed the window and went back to the sofa, I slowly closed my eyes trying to go to sleep. FUCK! why can't I sleep! I was twisting and groaning trying to sleep when I felt someone laid beside me. I was surprised and look to see the boy laying beside me. "It seems like you can't sleep, my mom used to always say that cuddling always help you to sleep." Anong said hugging me tighter, his face buried more into my chest. I started to feel the warm around me making me slowly tired, I closed my eyes and before I knew it I fell asleep.
(Anong Pov)
I was cooking food for us to eat. The guy who I am staying with for who knows how long until someone finds us, he was sleeping peacefully on the sofa. I still wonder how he sleeps on that hard thing, my back is hurting from just sleeping on it ugh. To be honest he's kinda mysterious, he makes me want to know more about him. I shouldn't get too attached to him, because I have a feeling if I get too close to him I might get hurt.