Tragically Fated

Chapter 5

Days went by so fast. Nothing much happened in our house together with my so-called mom and Mark, he always annoys me every time. No gaps between seconds I often become irritated in his mischief... yet it doesn't restrain me from smiling at the thought of it.

I chuckled silently. Silly, Jee.

I became comfortable with his company day by day. We shared some random thoughts as if we were really close. We shared laughter as if we had met a long time ago, without minding our large gap.

A one year gap.

A world that stays between stopping us to meet. Reminding us that my world is very different to his.

We are closer than my mom because she always leaves. I don't mind where she goes but I guess she  has always gone into her work. I mean every single-parent should exert full effort to sustain his family.

I wonder where my reputed dad is.

Another hefty thoughts appeared in my mind. I have a big responsibility to do. It's the matter of life and death opportunity, if it's not now, then sorry for eternity. I cannot expect a hand to other people. I have trust issues here, given that I almost risked my life from the strangers that I have trusted very first time in this world.

Not that they would believe me if I tell them where I came from. This topic is kinda taboo for them. In their perspectives, there's no such thing as an alternate universe that is late one year to them, which is my world. My perception is different that I am the only specie in this world that is not belong to them. My idea is contrary to them. If it's revealed, it might cause hindrance to accomplish my mission.

I mean as if I let that happen, right?

I found myself sitting in one of the benches in the canteen. We had our breaks and I decided to have some snacks. Alone. I didn't interact much to them. I'm still observing their culture. From their movements, the way they interact with their social friends, and such. From the very trivial detail, I didn't let it pass from my observation.

A typical high school student.

Murmurs around the corner, PDA's or worse making out in public, a bunch of basketball team seated at the long table which making the four corners of canteen burst in loud noises. I bet this is better than I expected. Nothing far more differences compared to Earth. Still no signs of obstacles so far,

Now thinking of my home, I'm longing for my friends. I have no social life here. I don't have any belongings that I can call 'mine'. Even this bag I am using, not mine either.

It's from Gabbie. The body I am possessed of.

I am not Jee here.

I missed Prince. I wonder how was he right now. Is he fine with our step-father? Thinking about him makes me vulnerable when it comes to my emotion. I felt a lump in my throat and I felt a warm liquid on the edge of my eye pouring tears downstream. I heaved a faint sobbed and bowed down my head to hide my lamentation in public.

It's like tearing my heart into pieces picturing Prince is abused by my step-father because I am not there to protect him. It's like my life depended on him. He is my strength and weakness. He is the only family I have. He is my motivation to live longer because if I would be asked, I really wanted to die.

I don't have the will to live anymore but I'm still fighting against the sordid reality surpassing us.

I whisked the tears on my cheeks. I heaved a very deep sigh to release the pain to at least lessen the burden. When I lifted my head high, a stranger appeared on my sight. I creased my eyebrow and processed his intention.

He handed me a handkerchief. "Need this?"

I froze for a moment. He's like a model in the magazine I am usually see. It's like modelling a handkerchief in front of the camera. His muscle reflexes each time he moves a bit. He's so manly. Mark is a bit broader and taller than him but he has the looks and he can match Mark's charm.

He is--What? Why am I comparing him to Mark? And why am I complimenting this guy?

You're a nut, Jee. You have gone lost.

He is still waiting for my response yet I am torn between rejecting or to take his hankie. I'm so rude if I rejected this directly so as my response:

"I-I don't need it, thanks for your kindness." I muttered.

Still staring at him. My eyes complimenting his drop dead gorgeous face. Not bad to start my day.

Before I drool into him, I composed myself to escape the very awkward situation. I was about to go when he held my wrist stopping me to proceed. My breathing hitched. I temporarily halted as I tried to compose my sanity. I can feel his extensive callous hand encircling my sensitive skin tendering my sensation.

He stared at me deriving my soul as he spoke. "Liam,"

I was bewildered for a moment. "Huh?"

"I-I mean my name is Liam," kicking his foot back and forth like a shy kid bowing his head a little as he slid his hand in his pocket subtly showing me his vein evident in his arm. "Just saying." He gazed upon me once again and plastered a ghostly smile on his reddening face.

"Uh, yeah." I mumbled.

Without a hint, I abruptly ran as fast as I can to escape from him. I felt my heart palpitated very quick as if I ran a hundred miles away. Still not recovered on my senses, I stopped behind a lofty pillar to hide. I cannot manage to look at him or even just feel his presence without this thing affecting me.

I put my hand upon my chest that is heavily pumping up and down. I widely opened my mouth to inhale deeply.

It's like my trepidation and difficulties has been vanished as I saw his angelic face lingering inside my mind. He can't get out of my mind.

Screw this hormonal puberty!

I closed my eyes. I inhaled deeply and a sudden exhale. Calm your senses, Jee. Where's your poise? Have the decency.

I slightly opened my eye. I was shocked in horror. My jaw dropped in dread panic. I scratched my eyes to clearly assure what have I saw. The familiar feeling inside my heart started where my heart lately thumping fast trice as I felt lately.

"What are you doing here?" I asked innocently.

I saw his brooding eyes intently looking at me. I can sense the anger in her aura. His jaw clenched. His fist in his right arm tightly closed causing to flex his vein streaming in his muscled manly elbow. I cannot take his proximity around me.

His look was like accusing me. It's like I've done something very wrong which I doubt.

His silence stilled and remained and it's fearfully killing me. One wrong move. One wrong move and I'm screwed.

Pull up, Jee.

Once again, I inhaled deeply and was about to compose when a familiar voice behind my back interrupted. I noticed that he also ran. D-Did he followe me?

Now, Mark's sharping gazed moved towards Liam and so is he. Liam's gentle face gradually turned to rampant exasperation. Their gazed at each other was full of wrath and anger. Like only men will understand what was happening. My mind filled with confusions.

"Uh... Mark,"

For the second time, my speech interrupted when Mark punched the exalted, lofty wall beside him. I hitched for a moment. Instead of fearing him, I became irritated of his sudden change of attitude. He composed his last sentence before he left us in tense.

"Follow me, Jee. We need to talk."

And he continuously walks leaving me with suspicion. Meanwhile, Liam cast up to walk against us. This is too much to this day. For the second time around, I felt torn between choosing from the two options. I wanted to have a good impression towards Liam as if I thought of befriending him yet Mark has his authoritative and decisive stead that pulling me up to do his order. There's this feeling that I want to follow his dominance and it's kinda weird. I shouldn't feel that.

I sighed heavily. There, I decided.

I chose to attend in my classroom and consume the day with a burden in my heart.

I walked towards my classroom as I felt the physical pain that pangs on my chest.