Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 14 - The Rebellion

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Hana's Point of View

Our contract is almost over, there's only a week left. I groaned, kicking my feet on the bedsheets, 

I'm irritated of myself,

How can I feel like this?

Like, this is not a contract at all!

That we never even had one right from the start,

I sat up in panic of what I just realized from myself,

No,

I'm getting emotionally attached to him,

To Marco,

This is bad.

I frowned, my palm forming into a fist , very bad.

It's humiliating that I feel this way towards him, it's just a new feelings to me, that's all it has in it,

It's nothing special.

Just a new feeling,

"God. . ." I groaned unable to escape my situation right now,

I was so careless, reckless.

I rubbed my hands on my face, getting frustrated as ever,

I have been looking at the wall clock, like a puppy waiting for its owner,

Marco never came home as he promised before he left yesterday morning,

Should I be disappointed?

Do I have the rights to be disappointed?

That's completely out of the place if I do so!

I grunted, as my feelings make fun of myself.

So I ran downstairs, hoping that Marco might come home this morning,

Bringing the cellphone that he gave to me when we first met, as I placed it on the counter by the kitchen,

I'm feeling positive right now, I can feel it, he'll be home soon enough,

Home,

I began chopping some vegetables as I spaced out from that word, 

Does he ever felt at home?

At home with me?

I cope my cheeks, blinking twice, 

What am I saying?

Or rather. . 

What have I been thinking?

My mind is full of him,

Even if I know that he's a mystery to me, he's ruining every fraction of my mind,

I exhaled sharply, as I began stirring the pan with oil and vegetables,

Marco has been very uncomfortable the past week, after the date we had.

It ended badly, 

But it's clear to him that there's something bad happening around him,

Around us,

That he kept me inside for the past week,

To the point that the only person I can call is Marco.

And only him,

He even stayed up till midnight watching me sleep, so I always ended up waking him up in the morning,

He has been late, tired, not in his own self, nor his own mind, always spacing out. After that night, when someone was stalking  us,

It was horrifying,

Who knows what that man was up to,

Whatever his intentions are might not be good.

Marco almost made a barricade in this house concealing everything,

But of course not too obvious, so the neighbors won't feel any suspicion or anyone who will come checking this house,

I suddenly felt vulnerable, knowing that Marco wasn't home last night,

The bed felt light, 

That I fell asleep waiting for him to come home,

I finished my cooking, placing the dish on the dinning table, and it's 12 noon ,

Still no sign of Marco,

I sat on the couch, sighing from exhaustion.

From waiting since last night, I have nothing to do here, I have cleaned yesterday, nothing to polish anymore.

Last night, I thought I was hallucinating,

I got a huge feeling that it was Marco who stopped by last night, seeing the headlight of his car flashed on the windows, merely lighting up the room,

I was half asleep, in my comfort to think that it was him, I drifted back to sleep.

And now, he's not here, 

Made me doubt it was him yesterday night,

Why would he stopped by, to check on me?

He didn't even contacted me last night and till now,

Now I'm worrying.

I bit my lips as I tapped my bare feet on the cold ground,

Thoughts can kill too.

My ears perked, and my eyes widened, when I heard a car stopping by close to this rental house,

I don't know what's gotten in me, that I even stood up and run by the window, opening the window blinds, wanting to see his presence, expecting that it was Marco,

But in my disappointment, it was not him,

It was somebody else.

He looks very suspicious, roaming his eyes around the neighborhood, until his vision stopped at this house, 

At me,

I gasped and turned away, hiding beside the window, leaning on the hard wall,

My heart pounding like frantically, I opened the window too widely, that I can't even moved an inch to even close it again,

When I kept on feeling that his eyes are darting this way,

Him wearing a suit, just like the man from last night stalking us,

Could it be--

The same one?

I gulped, seeing across the kitchen counter, where my phone is,

Then I glanced at the curtains of the window,

I have to check if he's still out there,

Come on, you can do this,

I slowly and carefully peeked outside, to see him still standing, but this time he's talking on the phone,

So I took the chance on closing the curtains, in a hurry,

Adrenaline filling my veins, 

Knowing my situation is very vulnerable and alarming.

Then I hurriedly run at the kitchen counter grabbing my phone,

When suddenly I felt a twitching pain on my stomach, making me feel the urge to throw up,

Oh my god,

Please not now,

I scrolled on the contacts,

Only the nauseousness worsened,  holding my stomach, that I felt like there's a force dragging and pulling my stomach in and out forcing me to vomit from anxiousness,

I couldn't help it anymore, that I didn't get the chance to call Marco's number,

So I ended up running in the comfort room instead.

Feeling all disgusted, sensitive, and emotional from all of what's happening,

Drifting me into a strange emotions

Something I never felt before.

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Marco Anderson's Point of View

I have all the odds to drive away that time, 

But still I chose to confront my father,

There's no turning back now.

Storming in my father's territory with no conscious of respect even his secretary have the guts to stop me from coming in, but still I push through anyway, 

I won't stay silent forever. 

Just like how he silenced my mother.

Walking inside the chief executives' wide conference room, with my every stepped echoing on its spacious glass tiles.

 To see my father standing and gazing at the huge capital city, where this building hovering like a huge empire.

As I made him known my presence, he spoke, scoffing as he saw my reflection on the huge glass window,

"Stepping in with no disguise of royal manner, my son?" My father's tone is whole and potent, arrogance is visible on the way he spoke those words unto me,

I winced in vexation, driven by sudden terror, when he turned his face towards me, looking at my whole figure, like I'm just one of his many pawns,

I roamed my eyes to see that he even prepared my coming that he let his security guards standby on the very corner, wearing their shades and suit code.

I scoffed faking an amuse look, then I saw my father motioned me to sit down,

Which he never let me seat on one of this chairs even before when my name was proclaimed as his right hand,

"No,"

I almost said it in a whisper, but it's clear enough for him to hear what I just said that it made him tilt his head, questioning my denial.

"Isn't this an urgent matter? that you even urge to show your face to me?" he frowned as if he's affected, but it's clear that he's hiding from his veil of fallacy.

"It is. My waiting is done, your reign is almost over," I know it's too early to assume victory, but I have to placed all the pieces back in order.

Father gave me a discerning look, what he did was very out of place when he suddenly burst into laughter,

I felt much more irritated that my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

I saw my father motion the security guards with his fingers in a sign that I wouldn't understand, then they began to move from their stance as they surround me like vultures.

"Get him out of here, he's speaking nonsense again for pete's sake." Father exhaled in fatigue, I felt them move around me, but still I pursued to walk towards his place, 

With my hands crawling inside my sleeves revealing the legal papers of that entertainment bar where Hana came from, 

The security guards blocked my path pushing me backwards grabbing me from my arms to my wrists, that my fingers slipped the papers letting it fall and scatter onto the ground as I struggle to break free,

"Get your hands of me--father!" 

My voice reached out to him that he managed to snapped his fingers as the securities loosened their gripped on me,

I shove their hands away from me, giving them a hard glare,

Father inspected my face, then his eyes traveled from the papers that were scattered on the ground, which is now being collected by the securities, handing the legal papers to my father in a matter of just a few seconds,

My eyes never left him, my heart is exceedingly pumping from anger I am feeling,

As soon as the two guards came back they held my arms again like a hostage, ready to be executed,

"I see that you have been roaming around," Father turned the pages of the papers, reading and scanning every details,

"f*****g bastard," I murmured, but he rose his eyes towards me then he moved his fingers motioning them to punch me on my stomach,

As I felt the pain, I coughed, snarling at my father, still my eyes glued at how devilish he was,

My lips curled upsettingly, baring the pain from my stomach, almost losing my stance as I grunted from the sore.

"So you're planning to  frame me up by removing me from my position with these fake assumptions?" He chuckled heartily, giving me a good view of the paper that he is holding up,

My eyes widen in a shock for a minute, staring at the paper as I saw that it has no verification in it,

I gritted my teeth, 

I couldn't be losing right now.

Not now.

The papers,

I was sure of it, that all of the details are clear and justified,

My shallow breathing became thinner, as my mind remember what Jones had given me.

It's not a hoax.

It's not fake. Jones--

I began to laugh huskily, maliciously.

My father gave me a look, examining me like I'm losing my mind from all this chaos.

Oh, Jones.

You have failed me as my cousin.

But never as a brother.

He played safe, he knew that I will act as soon as I knew the truth,

Only that time,

I never had the original one,

Jones had it kept.

Hidden.

My laughter grew louder, gasping for air, as I came to realize how to play this game,

Father raise his hand, for them to stop pulling me away. My vision went clear as the securities moved away from me, but I never refrain from laughing like a mad man.

Father stared at me disappointingly as I lose my mind, then he began tearing the papers apart, 

By then I stopped laughing, I gave him a meaningful look.

Jones is on the move,

And so is my father's pawn.

"I have all the evidence, about your whereabouts, about that girl that you paid just to striped infront of you, such indeceny, son--"

"Don't call me that", I spatted as soon as he finished his sentence, my thoughts are now prepared,

In a manner of a chess game,

I'm already checkmate.

"Marco, does this, filthy rug, gold digger slut ever given you the right senses?" Father examined the torn paper with his teeth gritting impatiently of my behavior towards him,

"As you can see, I have settled an arranged marriage under your name, so you can proceed on your own life, on your own success," he then stood up that made me felt cautious, as he fixes his sleeves, my eyes trailing at his every step towards me,

"Why rebelled against me?" 

Father stopped his pace infront of me, our shadows fighting from its darker shades.

I felt his heavy hand on my shoulder, with his lips coming closer by my ear, as I tremble in exasperation and fear.

"And destroying me--" 

With a sudden outburst, he threw his fist on my face, as I tumbled and fell flat on floor, that made my lips torn apart and bled.

"You've destroyed your own self, bastard--" I grunted, as I crawled and tried to stand up,

But he grabbed me by my arms pulling me up, challengingly.

"Your mother rose a coward," my father nodded irritatingly, enjoying his view as I trampled.

Words does shoot like knives,

"The woman that you insulted--"

I grunted, standing up from how I faltered, 

"Is my lover." 

Father darted his eyes on me, gazing me with his naked eye, humiliating me.

"I have taken a prostitute from the bar that. You. Owned, and she became my lover," I explained briefly, the truth has to come out no matter what,

Father opened his mouth but hesitated to talk back,

"And you're setting me up, by taking her away from me? Just like what you did to my mother?" 

I scoffed with all of might, I stood up gaining dominance,

"I want my mother back, so where is she?" I diverted the topic, because I know deep inside of him, he had committed sin,

Father gave me a cold stare, with his hands trembling on every word I said.

"Or should I let the court know of your undoings?" 

I continued, with my tongue covered with blood, tasting the rust from the beating my father gave me,

Father narrowed his eyes on me, giving me a notorious gaze.

Then he rose his eyebrows giving me a clean slate of his calmness and sincerity,

"Your mother left you, that's how deceitful your mother was,"

Father's words stroke like bullets in my head-- in my heart,

No, she never did, 

She did it to protect me.

To protect me from this monster.

"And I am here, left to raise you, to be like me,"

I began to tremble, trembling from the anger that is stirring within me,

"And you are, becoming like me."

Inhumane.

"I am nothing like you--!" 

I shouted, consoling the clarity of our likeness, not by blood, but by fate.

"Oh really? So if I owned the bar, and you earned the benefit from it just like what you suspected that I did too--"

"Aren't you just like me?"

"A deceitful devil?"

Father's words unraveling a new form of truth burrying it my thoughts, just like how he manipulated me before.

"We are as one, Marco. No wonder your mother left you here--"

"--with me"

"Stop it--stop it!!!"

I screamed with my both hands coping my head to my ears, as my father's words crawling inside my hearing like centipedes, 

"You wanted to take my position? Go ahead and take it, right now. And you'll just end up becoming more like me,"

His voice echoed, deeper, deeper in my thoughts sinking, submerging.

Torture,

It's suffocating me.

"Or should I just let you rot outside my legacy? And be torn apart by the people who hated us---who hated the Andersons, then you'll bear the weight of both of our indeceny?"

Father's words was ferocious, thundering in distinct pattern of waves,

"I'm so full of your filthy deeds father---" I hissed, my eyes meeting his,

And when I did, 

I saw myself in him.

"Leave at once,"

The securities began dragging me away again, as my body limped, surging from my old self,

Again.

"I'll sue you. .  You're going down--"

My breath catched up frantically, panicking,

But I'm too terrified.

"Take him to his office, until the authorities arrived,"

My eyes widened, upon hearing his proclamation,

I fought back, for my innocence, for my freedom,

I tugged my arms and hardened my feet on the ground, shouting with all my might.

"To hell with you! I'll f*****g kill you--"

He's turning the table against me, 

To trapped me,

To suffocate me.

"I'll have your prostitute to be imprisoned with you,"

"Don't f*****g call her that!!"

I screamed losing my voice as I am being dragged backwards nearer to the door,

Seeing my father stood there, looking at me like a rotten nobody, to be taken away,

As he goes back from gazing on the wide windows,

Dismissing my reckoning towards him,

Like none of this ever happened,

I saw a smirk forming on the corner of his lips, 

So I gritted my teeth as the door opens and closes slowly with a creaking sound,

He never kept promises,

Rather, a curse.

"Get your hands off of Hana, Or I'll swear,"

"You'll pay."

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