"Our way, not to change the world, but in order to not let the world change us..."

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a story telling about a boy who were being held captive by his so-called family by blood. Decieved by some words that came out from a bastard's mouth...

          "If. If you come with me, I'll assure you, your dead mother. Hmm..seems like saying 'no' was not a great answer here... Is it?" He said with a sly smile clearly carved on his face.

Being held captive in a shelter under a contract that was signed by blood until he was 23... Is certainly not a great experience to be in. 

Escaped, this boy have to went into hiding from those crazy professors and rich people. But still, everybody needs money to survive. His journey, has begun.

My Life Before Her

“wake up darling, the sun's up” he whispered, kissing her cheeks. She woke up with a warm feeling of being loved that morning. 


“good morning” he smiled. “good morning”, I answered. ‘breakfast ready,’ he said, leaving me alone to get ready. I took a glance out the window, the air was damp as I breath it in. I took a step out from bed to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she puts on a sweater and went out from the room. 


He was sitting at the table, sipping his tea. He asked, ‘what's with the sweater?’, I said the air was cold. I don't have a body like yours, you practically run out from the forest with only a pant. He giggled. I sat in front of him, takes a slice of bread and eat it. 


Alec run and run as fast as he can to get out from the forest as that bastard of a doctor's minion will notices his absence at the lab. There was merely a light to guide his path through the night. He was cold, he was hungry, but for the sake of living, he continue the run. 


As he was running, a huge motorcycle with a roaring engine past by him towards a different direction. He couldn't give it a mind. The motorcycles' engine suddenly went quiet. He took a peek, his feet starts to go slow. 


The rider stopped their engine and is now looking at him. They were as stiff as a rock. He hurriedly turned his gaze forward and run as he thought it was one of his man. The engines starts roaring back. He took a glance and it was chasing him down the slippery road. 


As per logic, the motorcycle flashes and stop right Infront of him. The rider jumped down. ‘what are you doing?’ 


“..” he stayed quiet. ‘answer me’ . 


"“are you running away?”. Words fail him. The rider tries to touch him but he snatched the riders' hand and throw it away. ‘i take that as a yes. Come on,’ they said, jumping on the bike. 


‘you don't have to’ they said. He was taken aback. He hopped behind the rider and starts to hug their waist tight. 


The next morning, he woke up by the sound of a kettle whistling. He open up his eyes and find that he has been sleeping on a sofa. He smells something sweet. 


“good morning” She greets him from the kitchen counter. 


“go and wash up, breakfast ready” she said as her hand was moving as she was making tea. Without any obligation, he obeys her words. “the bathroom was the door on the left”, she said, half screaming. 


He sits down at the table after. She places a little plate with a salad base sandwich with a couple of fruit slices at the side. He grabbed the sandwich in a flash and it finishes within a few seconds. She was dumbstruck. Even the apple slices were gone. 


“slow down!” she said as he gobble up some of the food on the table. He ignores her. Just as he was eating, it got stuck on his throat. 


“haa, I told you” she sigh as she tries to get the food out. It came out flying. She was speechless. 


“do you want, more food? Maybe..” she said, slowly looking at him. 


“i never had.. proper breakfast for years..” he uttered. Reminiscing back. when he starts to live with Bryan, all of his food supply weren't stable. 


Unknowingly, tears starts to fall. Before he could do anything, she reaches out her hand and wipes it. He did nothing to let her stop. ‘I'll take care of you’ 


“Gra..Grac..Grace!”. She snaps out. 


 “are you sick? I've been calling you for a couple times” 


”Grace! Are you okay?” he asks for the second time. Tears rolled down her eyes. He offers his hand to wipe it dry. 


Part 16 ( ii )