chapter 28

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I didn't know if I was being naive or stupid, or both, but I felt I had to at least try.

The whole day, I was seated alone in the

bedroom just staring at the ocean through the window with my mind playing various

scenarios.

Possibilities of how this would end.

What the end game would be. Who would fall next after me if this continues.

And if dad came for Sin using someone he cared about who I didn't know who it would be, he looks like he would do the same.

If my dad kills that person, lets just say he

destroys him or her, just mercilessly kills them as Sin watches, then Sin decides to do the same, who on my father's side would be next?

The only other person who losing would hurt him terribly, would be my mom.

This should stop!

Someone has to at least try to reason with one of them. No one else should be dragged into this.

That night, when he fucked me again, I didn't struggle. I just laid there and took it. I didn't even cry.

I looked at him right in the eye the whole time.

Trying to find anything that told me this might work, anything at all.

His eyes was still just as cold. His face just as serious.

I tried to not be so afraid of his eyes but then I couldn't help it.

I wondered, who gave him that scar, and

damaged his left eye.

Could it be my dad too?

I looked at him as I kept trying to control my fear.

IfI wanted to try this, I shouldn't be afraid of him. Which was so hard if he was constantly looking so scary and unapproachable.

After he was done,he didn't leave just like

before. I watched him stretch himself on the bed on the right side.

He then turned off the lamp on the nightstand and the room was dark.

My heart was beating fast as I tried to talk

myself out of this.

After a whole argument in my head, I decided to push through with it.

I calmed myself down and then slowly moved next to him.

He was still, not moving as I got close to him.

I moved his left hand and put it above me on the pillow to give me more access to him.

Then I had my head next to his as buried mine on his neck.

I knew he could feel me breathing on his neck.

But, he was just looking up at the ceiling.

I took my left hand and wrapped it around him.

Then, I snuggled on him.

I tried to keep my breathing normal and my body less tense.

My heart was beating fast expecting him to push me away, but he didn't.

He didn't even move.

His hand was still above me on the pillow, his body just laying there. He didn't do or say anything.

He was just breathing.

But I knew he wasn't asleep. He very much was awake and knew I was cuddling on him.

The fact that he didn't do anything made me scared at first and I almost pulled away but I fought the urge.

I just felt like maybe he too was a man carrying a lot of pain. A lot of anger built up inside. A lot of suffering that must have affected and forced him to be like this.

A man who's only safe feeling was anger. He was only comfortable with rage. Which he used to push everyone away.

Maybe because that was an emotion he could control.

Maybe he was afraid. Maybe he doesn't get any love. Maybe he doesn't even know he needs it.

Maybe if he got just one hug from someone, just one, it might help.

He may at least feel something different. A different emotion. That isn't about violence and destruction. That isn't about planning evil schemes.

Maybe if he got a hug, just one everyday, it would unlock the humanity in him that he has carefully kept locked away.

I had no idea if I was being naive, or stupid, but I felt I had to at least try.

And when he didn't push me away or reject me hugging and cuddling him, it gave me hope that I may not be wrong.

Maybe he did need a hug.

Even if was from the girl he hated and abused.



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