Give Me Your Hand's

As long as I'm Alive, I'll Keep Fighting

"Congratulations Deniz, your transplant operation has been successful. Tomorrow you can get out of the hospital. In two weeks I will see the development of your spinal cord" Dr. Husein said after checking on Deniz's condition.

The small eye bead was rounded after hearing the explanation of the doctor who had treated him for almost a year. Not only was Deniz happy, Ivy and the others were unceasingly expressing their gratitude.

"Can I live like my friends, Doctor?" Suddenly Deniz remembered his schoolmates who could do their activities and travel wherever they wanted.

"Of course, Deniz. From now on you can do whatever you like, but for the first two weeks you should rest at home" replied the doctor. After answering Deniz's question, the middle-aged man implored himself to look at his other patients.

After taking care of his payment to the donor Deniz, Aaron's son bids farewell to Ivy to return home.

"Hand...." The man turned his back when Ivy called him in the hospital lobby.

"Take care of yourself" said Ivy who approached Kenan and held both arms of the man. For some reason his heart now feels uneasy, but he does not know what causes it. Under the light of the lamp, he saw Kenan's face was fine.

Kenan took both of Ivy's hands that were coiled around his arms, this time grasping the woman's palms. "Where am I going?"

Aaron's son widened the corners of his lips and chuckled in front of Ivy. "I'll be back in an hour."

"All right, take your cell phone with you" said Ivy, who took off Kenan's hand.

The man just waved his hand and smiled hearing Ivy's attention. The green-eyed bead could only stare at Kenan's strapping back, which increasingly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The SUV was driven out of the courtyard of Istanbul Hospital to Kenan's residence in Balat. During the journey, Ivy's smile and attention are reflected in his mind. He saw that the woman did not care about the wealth and honor that she did not have right now. The woman prefers to leave Ferrite who can meet her needs than her.

Kenan turned his car to enter Balat, a colorful area in the Istanbul area. His sudden daydreams about Ivy came to a halt when a sedan car suddenly cut its way. Several men got out of the car and walked over to the car. He immediately turned back his four-wheeled vehicle but seconds later another car appeared blocking his way.

"What do they want?" muttered Kenan who immediately opened his car door and got out.

About ten men of great stature got out of the two cars and surrounded himself.

"Oh, so how dare you play a joke?" satirical Kenan who saw Hasan in the midst of them. "Is your master dead, huh?"

"Shut your mouth, rotten mechanic! Hit that guy!" he shouted Hasan gave orders to his men.

The ten men thronged Kenan. The son of Aaron did not remain silent, he returned the blows and kicks of those men. But because he was outnumbered, two of them held his hand. The eight men flocked their blows to his face and stomach.

"Enough!" hasan shouted with a clap of his hand. He saw that Kenan had fallen to the ground. "Catch him and take him to the dock!"

Some of Hasan's men tied Kenan's hands behind his back and took the black-haired man to get into the sedan. They leave the SUV parked in the middle of the road, without them knowing Kenan has dropped something near his car tire.

Both cars were driven into the Istanbul dock. Passing a straight highway like a motorway. The road leads them into the dock yard with its half-open roof and walls that blend with nature. Several tube-shaped concrete pillars lined up in the middle of the room. The sea breeze made the Turkish flag stuck in the lighthouse tower flutter.

The two cars stopped right in front of a black luxury car that was still burning lights. From inside the car, Kenan squinted both of his eyes as he saw Ferrite standing upright in front of one of the pillars.

"Let's get out!" shouted one of Hasan's men who was sitting next to Kenan.

The man brought Kenan to his great master. Ferrite smirked to see Kenan standing before him in his two bound hands. The two pairs of ferocious-looking eye beads met again. "You're surprised to see me alive?"

Kenan raised one of his eyebrows staring at Ferit with the glare of his sharp eyes. "I should have killed you back then, motherfucker!"

Ferrite laughed out loud at Kenan's words. "That's your fault, stupid mechanic! Opportunity doesn't come twice."

The man who was twisting his hair walked around Kenan and then quickly lifted his punch. Ferit's blow made Kenan fall down onto the rough paved floor and full of sharp gravel. Two of Hasan's men kicked Kenan's shins, causing him to kneel in front of Ferrite.

"I'll let you go, if you beg me for forgiveness!" ferrite exclaimed while kicking Kenan in the face with his boots. Aaron's son fell back down. A few pebbles scratched his face.

Ferrite raised the scarred face and clamped it with his two fingers. He saw a red liquid and a purplish hue had adorned his opponent's face. "Stay away from Ivy and give me my money back!"

"Never!" yelled Kenan loudly.

Kenan's words made Ferrite more inflamed. He used the tip of his boots to kick Kenan's chin. At once, Aaron's son fell down on the paved floor. The pain spread around his jaw and tongue. The kick made his molar teeth bite his own tongue.

"As long as I live.., I.. I. will continue to fight!" exclaimed Kenan with her stammering voice.

He moved both of his hands so that the rope shackling him detached. But it seems like his efforts were in vain. His strength was drained, his face fell back and stuck to the asphalt. The grains of dust and sand were united with a sweat attached to his forehead.

The owner of the boots approached Kenan and put the tip of his shoe directly attached to his opponent's head. Makes it look like Kenan kissed the end of his shoe. Ferrite crouched down and grabbed Kenan's black hair and said, "As long as you live, you want to fight?"

The sound of laughter sounded like a mockery in Kenan's ear. "Tonight I will stop your fight!"

Ferrite threw Kenan's face away like he was throwing his food wrapping plastic on the ground. He beckoned Hasan with a movement of his head. The fat-haired man immediately approached Kenan. With the help of his men he dragged the bound body and put it in a ship they moored on the edge of the dock.

After they entered the white boat, Hasan and some of his men tied Kenan's hands with a rope tied to an iron pole. Like a fish whose mouth is stuck at the end of a fisherman's hook, Kenan waits for his last seconds. Now that he was just a useless lump of meat, his bead of eyes looked at those ruthless people hopelessly.

One of Hasan's men ignited the ship's engine and took the sea vehicle into the water. After he sailed a few miles away then turned off the ship's engine.

"Throw her!" hasan shouted to some of his men.

The sound of the pounding of the sea broke the silence of the night of the Bosphorus. Quickly, the long rope stretched out along with Kenan's fall into the water. Hasan cut off the end of the rope and left Kenan to drown alone at the bottom of the sea prey to a large fish.

"Let's get out of here!" his orders were to his men sitting behind the wheel of the ship. The boat was back at the dock.

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