Kaito's eyes closed, and he let out a deep breath, his mind wandering back to the painful memories he had kept hidden for so long.
"My parents' marriage was a sham, a mere arrangement dictated by our elders," he thought, the bitterness and resentment still simmering in his heart. "I was an unwanted child, a constant reminder of their miserable union."
He remembered the day his dad remarried, bringing home a new wife and a son, Ron, from a previous relationship. Kaito's heart ached as he recalled the feeling of being replaced, his dad's attention now focused on his new family.
"The fights, the screams, the crashes... they still echo in my mind," Kaito's thoughts continued, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "I'd lock myself in my room, trying to escape the chaos, but it was always there, lingering in the shadows."
He relived the moment his grandpa announced that he would be the heir to his fortune, and his dad's furious reaction. The memory of that day, the beating, and the vase were etched in his mind like a scar.
"Why did he hate me so much?" Kaito wondered, the pain and confusion still evident in his thoughts. "Was it because I was a reminder of his failed marriage? Or was it because I was a threat to his new family?"
Kaito's eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath, as he struggled to come to terms with his past. The memories still lingered, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering he had endured.
The sound of the door slamming open still echoed in Kaito's mind, followed by the venomous voice of his stepmother, Emily. "You faking bitch!" she spat, her hand connecting with Kaito's mom's cheek with a loud smack - THWACK!
Kaito's heart raced, his palms grew sweaty, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold. He could almost smell the acrid scent of Emily's perfume, feel the tension in the air, and hear the malice in her voice.
"This was all mine from the very beginning," Emily sneered, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're the one who came between me and Kuze and had that child. I had his child first, my son is the heir, so get out, go away from our life, and take your bastard son!"
Kaito's anger surged, his face burning with rage. He was only 15, but he felt the injustice, the pain, and the helplessness. He wanted to protect his mom, but his legs felt like lead, his voice caught in his throat.
Suddenly, his dad appeared, and Emily fell to the ground, wailing and slapping herself. "Please stop, please don't hit me!" she begged, but Kuze thought Kaito's mom had struck her.
The sound of his dad's voice, the anger, the venom, still haunted Kaito. "How dare you beat Emily!" Kuze bellowed, slapping Kaito's mom on both sides of her face - THWACK! THWACK!
Kaito's mom pleaded, "I didn't do anything, Kuze! Think about Kaito, he's your son!" But Kuze was unforgiving, his face twisted in rage.
The sound of his mom's cries, the pain, the desperation, still echoed in Kaito's mind. He felt the weight of his dad's rejection, the crushing blow to his self-worth.
That's when Kaito saw Emily, smiling at his mom and him, sitting on the sofa, pretending to cry. Something snapped inside Kaito, a spark igniting a firestorm of emotions. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen, his heart pounding in his chest, and stabbed Emily multiple times - STAB! STAB!
The sound of her screams still echoed in his mind, the feel of the knife slicing through her flesh, the sight of her eyes widening in shock as she stopped breathing.
Kaito's dad beat him, but he didn't stop. He stood up, his face covered in blood, his eyes blazing with anger, and screamed, "Go on, dad! Give mom the divorce! Go on!"
I was laughing like a crazy person, a maniacal sound that sent shivers down my own spine. I felt a sense of liberation, of freedom from the chains that had bound me for so long. I looked at my dad with a dead glare, my eyes cold and unfeeling. Ron cowered in fear, but I spared him a glance, my gaze piercing through him like a knife.
My mom ran to me, her face etched with worry and fear. She slapped me, her hand connecting with my cheek with a loud crack. "What have you done, Kaito?" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion.
But I just smiled, my eyes gleaming with a manic intensity. I touched her face with my bloody hand, leaving a streak of red on her cheek. I wiped away her tears, my touch gentle despite the chaos that had erupted around us.
"I did it for you, mom," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That woman was acting, pretending to be something she's not. She wanted to hurt you, but I stopped her. She won't hurt you now, right, mom?"
My mom's eyes searched mine, looking for answers, but I just smiled again, my heart still racing with adrenaline.someone call grandpa.
Grandpa appeared, his face stern and unyielding. he didn't say anything all he said was"I will handle it all," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "Don't worry, Kaito. You're safe now."
I smiled and said yes grandpa i trust you .
When I met Mei, it was as if the universe had finally decided to bestow upon me a glimmer of hope, a ray of sunshine in the midst of my chaotic life. She accidentally spilled coffee all over me, and I was taken aback by her silence, her persistent apologies, and her genuine concern for my well-being. It was as if she had seen beyond the façade I had built around myself, beyond the walls I had erected to protect myself from the world.
As I looked into her eyes, I felt a spark ignite within me, a flame that had long been extinguished by the harsh realities of my life. Her gaze was like a warm embrace, enveloping me in a sense of comfort and security I had never known before. And when she fainted, I was shocked, transported back to the memories of my mom, battered and bruised by my dad's cruelty.
But as I carried Mei to the hospital, feeling her fragile body in my arms, I knew I had to protect her, to keep her safe from the world. Seeing her wake up, her eyes fluttering open like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, brought me immense relief. Her feistiness, her spirit, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the wounds I had carried for so long.
As we spent more time together, I found myself drawn to her smile, her laughter, her quirks, and her passions. She was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle breeze on a summer's day, and I was captivated by her beauty, inside and out. I knew I had to make her mine, to trap her in my world, to keep her safe from the predators that lurked in the shadows.
But it wasn't just about possession; it was about connection, about feeling seen and heard and understood .I would do anything to keep her by my side, to cherish her, to love her, and to protect her from the world.