Punk In Love's

Revealed

From the balcony window, Peter saw the sky was dark, moonlight entering from the window that had not been covered with curtains on the side. Peter looked towards Chelsea who was sound asleep in his arms. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, Peter lowered his head to look at Chelsea for a long time. Chelsea's cheeks were still damp the rest of the tears that flowed profusely a moment ago.

Slowly Chelsea's eyes opened, her eyes immediately collided with those of Peter who had been looking at her since. Chelsea's reflexes turned around and rolled over to distance himself from Peter. Peter didn't let Chelsea get away from him. She knew the woman was trying to contain her sadness.

Peter inching to follow Chelsea's gestures. He clasped his chest back against the frail back of Chelsea who was behind him. His hand possessively grabbed Chelsea's waist, holding him back from getting away.

Faintly, Chelsea felt Peter's gentle kiss on the back of his head. Chelsea with all her might resisted her desire to turn around and drown herself in the warmth of Peter's embrace.

Chelsea bit her lower lip. There is no word spoken between them, but both body language understand that now all they need is a willingness to entertain each other. Peter hugged Chelsea tightly. Put a little strength on the woman.

"Master." Chelsea broke the silence.

"Yes." said Peter as he closed his eyes permeated the pleasant aroma that emanated from Chelsea's hair.

"I'm sorry" said Chelsea.

"For?"

"Today it seems I've bothered you a lot."

"What are you talking about? I don't feel bothered by you." Peter is closing his body to Chelsea.

"I'm ashamed of you." Chelsea regretted. All this time he never showed his weak side to anyone other than Abigail. The fact that Peter is now witnessing the other side of himself, makes Chelsea feel like they are naked. Chelsea thought, maybe Peter would feel disgusted at him.

"There's nothing that can embarrass Chelsea." Peter understood what Chelsea said.

"I'm just happy today to be with you. It's on your side when you need a place to lean. When you're scared of something I don't even know." Peter explained.

Peter turned Chelsea's body slowly, until their bodies faced each other. His right hand moved to tidy up Chelsea's hair and tucked it behind his ear. Chelsea did not dare to raise her face, she looked down at Peter's chest. Peter smiled angrily, Chelsea is so innocent at the moment. His eyes were as clear as the morning dew with pliable eyelashes, twitching slowly at Peter's field chest. Peter couldn't bear to put a kiss on that eyelid. In his heart, he still did not expect Chelsea to be in his arms. Peter grinned considering his approach to Chelsea looked fruitful. He remembered the vulgar scene a moment ago. Obviously Chelsea did not reject his fondness. Even at that time Chelsea returned his kiss with affection.

"Chelsea, are you feeling better now?" Peter lifted Chelsea's chin to look at him.

"Yes, I've been feeling better." Chelsea looked nervous. Peter smiled with relief.

"May I know what happened to you? I know it might be disrespectful, but I'd really die of curiosity if you didn't tell me anything about it." Peter can no longer hold back his curiosity, he needs answers to all the puzzles of Chelsea's life.

Chelsea clearly seem hesitant to tell everything. His mother, the dark past that has wrapped around his neck until now. He was embarrassed to tell everything, more than that Chelsea was afraid of Peter's view of him. He was afraid that Peter would feel disgusted at him, after knowing that the woman he had been chasing after turned out to be nothing more than a woman who had been destroyed long ago. Chelsea's mouth was murmured when fear and shame were present at the same time. His eyes moved left and right quickly, he was nervous to open up to the man before him.

What Chelsea did, not out of Peter's supervision, he thought it might be too much if he asked Chelsea to tell a story. However, this must be about the unpleasant things that Chelsea have experienced. And anyone would have seemed reluctant to tell her the bad things in her life. Understandingly, Peter gently stroked Chelsea's cheek. Chelsea who still close his mouth makes Peter could not bear to force his desire. It's enough that Chelsea feel tired all day, he does not want his request to make Chelsea feel more tired.

"You don't have to tell a story, if you don't want honey" he said full of revelations.

Silence is created for a moment. Peter hugged Chelsea. He reminded himself to be more patient in the face of Chelsea's closed attitude. Chelsea needed time to satisfy her curiosity. And Peter has to understand that.

"He.. My stepfather." Chelsea said at the end.

Chelsea break away from Peter's embrace. He got up from his sleep, followed by Peter and rested his back on the mattress headboard.

In the darkness of the Jimbaran night, Chelsea tried hard to hold all the feelings that were mixed into one in her heart. Hate, disgust, anger, to the shame that enveloped his heart. With a slightly flattened tone of voice, yet so crunched and clear, he spilled all his darkest stories on Peter. Occasionally Chelsea's body shudders with pain when remembering the calamities that befell his life. Fires of hatred lit up in both of his eyeballs as Albert's rotten face flashed through his mind.

Chelsea kept telling Peter. He wants Peter to know the darkest secret of his life. How that terrible thing happened to him. Tears flowed back on both sides of her cheeks. When he clearly remembered the injuries he often got, plus the bruises that almost filled his entire body.

Suddenly his nose seemed to be able to smell back the stuffy aroma of a small toilet in the basement of his house. Chelsea remembered the smell of cockroaches and rat carcasses that made her cry hysterically because she was often locked up in it. Chelsea cried bitterly remembering all that. His gaze pushyly looked at Peter who was looking at him in shock.

Peter was silent to hear all of the woman's words before him. His mind wanders through Chelsea's time in Los Angeles, he imagines how a woman as young as Chelsea can survive all the barbaric treatment of his stepfather. His molars tightened when Peter heard Chelsea was often forced to serve his stepfather by night. His hot heart held back the overflow of anger he wanted to vent.

Moreover, as Peter's eyes watched Chelsea voluntarily undress and reveal lash marks on his back. Peter grimaced inwardly looking at the supposedly impeccably smooth back that was marred by irregular long lines. Peter felt a lash mark on Chelsea's back, his movements so smooth as he walked each long line. The lines are so many and almost cover all areas of Chelsea's back. Peter was stunned as his head imagined, how often this back was being whipped at that moment. If only he had known Chelsea at that time, he would not have let Chelsea endure such torture for so long.

With a smooth movement of silk, Peter moved to kiss all the scars of the lash. Chelsea gasped to feel Peter's lips touch his back, he was powerless to hold his stuffing. Chelsea cried in silence, her eyes closed trying to soak in every kiss Peter had made on the scars.

In the second Chelsea shed tears, in that second also the corner of Peter's eyes also shed tears. Peter's heart was so sick to accept the dark reality that Chelsea had been quiet. The incident must have been so imprinted in Chelsea, that he experienced severe trauma when Peter tried to embrace him.

Peter couldn't bear to hug Chelsea. He needs to make sure Chelsea are okay.

"You're a tough Chelsea woman." Peter whispered right in Chelsea's ear as he hugged Chelsea tightly from behind. Chelsea was still crying when they heard Peter's words.

"You were able to rise from that dark incident" said Peter. He's getting his arms tight.

"You know, when you were at the rehab. I wanted to kill myself. I feel disgusted every time I remember the incident, even to reflect I did not dare" said Chelsea on his sobbing.

Peter turned Chelsea's body to face him. He put the pajamas back on Chelsea earlier.

"I'm grateful you didn't do it." Peter looked at Chelsea softly as he linked the pajama button.

"If you do, I won't have time to fall in love with you like I am today" Peter said.

"You.you're in love with me?!" chelsea asked hesitantly, his sobbing began to subside as Peter's hand continued to wipe his tears.

"It's obvious, isn't it?!" Peter smiled at Chelsea's beautiful face.

"You're just obsessed with approaching me Peter."

"You're wrong. Ever since I first saw you singing in Ed's cafe. I've been attracted to you. And now, as I get closer to you, that interest turns into affection, love." Peter looked softly at Chelsea who was bowed before him.

"I love you Chelsea, with all my soul" Peter said, raising his Chelsea chin to look into his eyeballs. Peter wants Chelsea to see sincerity in it.

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