Why We Married?

Fate That Blames Each Other Part 2

...Attentiveness. This content is sensitive because it contains violent scenes....

"Ah.boring!" Said the man holding his lower jaw while sticking out his injured tongue.

I put on a alert position.

Because his tongue is injured, his tone so strange that the vocabulary of pronunciation letters S and R scattered messy out of his mouth.

"Am I being played with by a child!" Said the man with a grinning smile stepping his feet towards me.

I walked backwards while glancing at the cupboard behind me with careful steps.

"How dare a daring short brat like you to play me and make me try so hard just to get something I want to lose!" He bullied me with a growling tone.

Both of his hands clenched firmly as he piqued looking at my presence.

I watched the man's footsteps with a cautious look, afraid that he would realize first the whereabouts of the boy I was hiding.

"Now. Tell me, where did you hide that son of a bitch!?" Ask in a dictating tone but with a funny pronunciation.

I stared in front of the closet, fearlessly challenging him with a cruel look.

"Why are you looking at me like that. Don't you understand what I'm saying, don't I speak a language you can understand!"

I didn't rub it and even managed to strengthen my legs so as not to move from before him.

He watched my movements and within seconds he understood that I was hiding something behind me.

"What's behind that closet?" Ask in a pelo tone.

I can hold my legs together facing him.

The sound of a boy's breathing behind the closet sounded irregular even like someone with oxygen.

The man smiled and looked at me. Then walk as close as possible until my body clutches the closet.

"He was there. That brengs*k boy!?" Ask.

I stretched out both my hands with a depressed face.

No. gabe. Whatever happens, I'm not gonna let this bad guy hurt her.

"You're stubborn as it turns out!" Guram.

"Yameros! !" Screaming the boy in the closet. *Stop!

Without wasting any time, the man grabbed my hair and threw my body in any direction until my head hit the edge of the sharp door frame. In an instant my head that was hit by the edge of the frame immediately released fresh blood that seeped into my hair.

I could hear the boy in the closet being stuck backwards even as he wanted to fight back when the man wanted to open the broom handle I used to wipe the closet door.

But for some reason when watching that scene, my strength suddenly rose. I stood up regardless of the dizziness from the impact earlier and directly lunged at the man then bit down firmly on his palm.

Instantly the man roared like the howl of a dog that was getting an attack from a cat. His body whirled around like a top to the rhythm of my attack as powerful as it bit him.

But as it has been, because of the difference in strength. He easily got away from my bite and slammed me on the floor like a throwing ball.

I squirmed in pain on the floor while crying. While the man looked at me with a wrathful look while stroking his bloody palm.

But the estimate was again wrong. I will never give up on something I intend to protect. It never will.

With strength still remaining, I clenched to his two legs until the man fell down with his face first touching the floor. He grimaced in pain while making me stop doing futile acts before he got really mad and killed me.

But I ignored him and only firmly held my arms on his legs as if if I were to take them off, I would regret my whole life for leaving the boy in danger.

The man was really angry to find my stubborn attitude. With a single jolt he kicked my body until it slammed into the wall. Then he stood up and dragged me to the front of the closet, then tortured me by kicking my body and beating me with his bare hands in a row without mercy.

What was on my mind at that moment was, it was fine if I died on that day as well which was important that the boy I was hiding had survived.

Unknowingly in the endless pain the man lay down to kill me. I smiled because I felt I had done the right thing.

As I have heard many times from my father who was a justice enforcer. He risked his life arresting criminals who had the heart to hurt the weak, although the time to go home sometimes you are injured because you are mired in the ravine when you catch a thief, or take blows from citizens who are angry because of the feud and so forth. And you always say proud if you succeed in helping people, you always look smiling even though you are sick.

I received that heroic soul from Father. So that in my naive and unstable mind at that time, if I die to protect the weak, then I will be the coolest human being beyond the Father. And I believe that even though it's only been 6 years.

Right then, I saw a pair of eyes watching me behind the gaping crack of the closet door. He looked at me with a look of pity, eyes reddened with tears streaming down. He squeaked like a mouse as he was holding back the sound of crying seeing my suffering. But I returned those pair of eyes with a smile. A meaningless stupid smile.

Braakk....

Suddenly the front door of my house opened like it was broken down.

Suddenly the man stopped tormenting me and started to panic with a troubled face.

He looked back and forth and found a ski mask lying on the floor of my father's to go to sea and I used it to play criminals in the room.

He picked up the thing, and dressed it to protect his identity so that no one knew it.

But in the middle of the negligence of the man who was picking up a ski mask to wear. The boy found a way to get out of the closet. He used a hanger made of iron and managed to get rid of the broom handle by pushing it outwards from the sidelines of the closet door.

He came out carefully from the closet. Like a gazelle, he pranced past me and picked up the crowbar lying not far from my body.

When the man turned around and finished wearing the ski mask that covered his head. The boy suddenly ran over his lunging with a crowbar and hit his right shoulder.

Instantly the situation was suddenly silent, because I knew the boy's attack had hit him after the fresh blood behind his shoulders poured out so heavily that it soaked his clothes.

The man and boy looked at each other in silence. The choking sound that the man let out as well as the wrathful gaze that the boy was giving made the situation inside this room all the more gripping.

When the crowbar fell by itself on the floor so that it raises a loud voice that sounded to the corners of the house. Suddenly we all heard the footsteps of someone who was running in a hurry towards my room.

The man realized, if he continued to be here in a state of injury, not only could he not fight, he could not dwell because he was critical.

Holding his injured shoulder with blood pouring down, he fled with his body shuffling for a way out of the house.

But apparently, the boy would not let the man get away with it so much.

Again, he picked up the crowbar, carried it like an honorary warrior and chased after the man with great strides chasing after him.

I held my own body while crying. My headache from the impact felt hot and painful, plus now I can not move because my whole body hurts.

But suddenly at the door of my room, I saw another man of tall, large, and unknown stature, I was looking at my face with a flat gaze and then noticed the state of this house that was chaotic due to the incident earlier.

He's coming towards me. At that moment I cried for forgiveness.