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Chapter 12 - Truth

"Can you please come to the parking lot? I think your brother is sick." I said and ended the call and got closer. My heart sank. He looked pale and weak, and I could see him struggling to breathe. This wasn't how I planned to meet him, but I guess there's never really a right time to meet someone for the first time. Despite his current condition, he still looked handsome.

I didn't hear the footsteps of someone walking or running; I just saw a guy in front of us, looking handsome and tall. He was slightly taller than average, with a strong build and a warm, inviting face. His hair was well-kept, and he had a look of determination and strength on his face.

"What is wrong with you, Wang?" he asked, holding his brother. "Are you okay?"

Oh, so his name is Wang. Charming I thought to myself.

Someone gave me "blood wine" to drink, he growled. It was the same low, menacing sound he made when I told him about the creepy guy at the bar.

"We don't sell blood wine in our club. What is it?" I asked.

"Let's get you home. I'll look into it tomorrow," his brother said with a deep breath, but I could tell he was angry.

Wang leaned into me and said, "You smell familiar. You're coming with me." He then pulled me into the back seat with him. I was too stunned to resist, so I just went along with it.

"What is blood wine?" I asked again, my voice sounding concerned. "Will it make you sick?" I added, hoping it wouldn't.

He hissed in response, "It is a drink made with vampire blood and the most expensive red wine. I'm sure you don't want to know what it tastes like."

I laughed at his little joke, remembering him telling me he is a hybrid. Now he was talking about blood wine. His sense of humor was dark, but I had to admit it was quite amusing.

"I have heard that laugh before," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "But I don't know where." He paused, his eyes darting around. "My senses are dull," he said, his tone angry. He pulled me closer to him as he growled.

"Wang, his brother warned.

Ignoring his brother, Wang sniffed me like a dog, his nose twitching as he tried to place my scent. His arms wrapped around me protectively as his eyes narrowed in concentration. "I know I've heard that laugh before," he muttered, his voice still laced with frustration as he continued to sniff me.

I felt my face flush as Wang's touch sent me feeling aroused. My heart raced and my cock twitched in my pants as I felt his warm breath on my neck. His arms were strong and protective, and the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, heightening my arousal and leaving me feeling weak in the knees.

His eyes met mine, and he pulled me closer to him, his lips softly pressing against mine. I felt my heart skip a beat as I tasted the warmth of his mouth and felt the heat of his body against mine. His hands moved around my waist as his kiss deepened, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I felt my skin tingle and my breath quicken as I surrendered to him.

"Come on, get out of my car," Liu said, laughing. I reluctantly pulled away from Wang and stepped out of the car, feeling embarrassed but also strangely excited. I couldn't help but smile as I looked back at Wang, coming out of the car with a look of confusion on his face.

Oh, we are home. Wang said and pulled me inside the house. We climbed up the stairs with Liu trailing behind us. The atmosphere inside was quiet and peaceful. The walls were adorned with various paintings and photographs, giving the space a cozy and welcoming feeling. As we reached the top of the stairs, Wang gestured toward his room as he opened it. It was decorated with posters and a large bookshelf. The bed was neatly made, with a colorful quilt spread across it.

"I will be in the next room if he disturbs you," Liu said as he entered his room. He shut the door behind him, and I followed Wang to his room.

He stepped closer to me and sighed deeply. "Ah, your scent is so familiar. Please remind me of who you are." He pouted, his brow furrowing in concentration. "My mind feels fuzzy, and everything is foggy." He hissed.

A burst of laughter interrupts my thoughts. He acts childishly. His antics bring a smile to my face. For a moment, I forget all of my problems and enjoy the moment. "I'm the mysterious boy in stall 15." I smile.

His eyes widened in surprise, and his face lit up with joy. Before I knew it, he was passionately kissing me with everything he had. I was taken aback by his sudden display of affection, I couldn't help but smile at the moment. I hesitantly kissed him back, unsure of what to do. He slowly and gently moved his lips against mine, teaching me how to kiss. His lips were gentle and sweet, and I felt my heart race with excitement. I was filled with joy and anticipation as we kissed.

I could feel his hands reaching for my clothing. However, I pulled away, remembering the morning's events and the pain that came with them. Despite the suddenness of his affection display, I wanted to take it slow and not rush into anything. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

He looked into my eyes, worried. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. I shook my head and smiled. "No," I said softly.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asked.

I hesitated, not sure if I should tell him or not. But before I knew it, I spilled my heart out to him, like I was under some kind of truth serum.

I live with my uncle, his wife, and their son, Mao. Mao was only 6 months old when my mom had me. Living with them has been an interesting experience, as I have grown up with Mao and developed a strong bond with him. We are like siblings, always playing and having fun together.

My uncle and his wife have been wonderful guardians for me, treating me as their child. They have provided for me, supported me, and always been there for me whenever I needed them. They have made me feel loved and cherished.

But everything changed when I was 5 years old. My uncle came home drunk one evening. I was playing with Mao's toy, and he used it to hit me. My uncle scolded him, and he and his wife had an argument, and she left that night. I was so young, and I didn't understand why she left.

A week had passed since Uncle Hao left to beg his wife to come back. Surprisingly, she did return, but things were different. As soon as she arrived, my life took a turn for the worse. I was pulled out of school and forced to do menial tasks around the house. I was constantly running errands and doing petty chores for my uncle and his wife.

As if that wasn't bad enough, things got even worse. They moved me to the basement, where I was confined for most of the day. The basement was damp, dark, and filled with cobwebs. It was a far cry from the comfortable room I used to share with my cousin.

I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I missed my old life and my parents terribly. I didn't understand why my uncle and his wife treated me this way. All I knew was that things had changed drastically since Aunt Ru arrived.

When I was younger, I helped her in the kitchen. I would stand on a stool, watching her mix batter and chop vegetables. As I grew up, I took on more responsibilities. I learned how to cook and clean, and soon I could help with all household chores.

But now, things have changed. My family has left me to do everything. They don't even bother to sweep their rooms or make their beds.

Despite this, I continue to do my best to keep the household running smoothly. I take pride in my ability to cook and clean, but it would be nice for my family to show some appreciation for all the hard work I put in.

I also recounted the incidents of abuse I had suffered at the hands of Mao, his friends, and Uncle Hao's friend. They would beat me for the smallest of things and take out their frustration on me. It was as if breathing was a crime I committed. The abuse was both physical and emotional, leaving me scarred for life. The pain and trauma I endured were indescribable.

Wang embraces me, his growls reverberating through the walls of the house, shaking everything in its wake. The sound is deafening, and I can feel it in every fiber of my being. Yet somehow, I find comfort in his arms. His strength is overpowering, and I know that nothing can harm me when I'm with him. At that moment, I felt safe and loved, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace. The world outside fades away, and all that remains is the two of us, locked in an embrace that feels like it could last forever.

He pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. "Move in with me," he said sternly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into his eyes. He was serious.

"I've already decided to travel with you," I said. "You leave in a week, right?"

He nodded and smiled. "Yes, I do, but I don't want you to return to that house." He hissed.

I whispered, "I know, but I need to get a few things from the house." My heart raced as I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to understand. I stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"No," he growled in his throat, in a kind of sexy way. "You don't need anything. I'll give you my card to buy whatever you need."

I giggled as he held my face. "I need to pick up my mother's necklace," I said quietly. He smiled down at me and nodded. "Okay. I'll come with you."

I leaned up and gently kissed him on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I felt content and safe at that moment, knowing that he would come with me to get the necklace. He smiled and kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.

I thought I was going to break down telling Wang things about me, but I didn't, and he didn't make me feel ashamed of myself. Instead, he was kind, and understanding, and listened without judgment. I was so relieved to be able to open up to someone without feeling judged or embarrassed.