Enchanted by you

CHAPTER 1(it's begins) "Even broken souls deserve to be loved. This story is about how trauma makes us monsters to protect ourselves, but love — the right person — can teach us how to be human again." Raymond lay lazily on his couch, covering his face with the back of his palm. He woke up due to the several noises coming from his phone. He stretched his hand to reach it, but it fell instead. "f**k," he muttered. Lazily, he dragged himself up, and his gaze went to his phone. "Ah... damn," he cursed again, feeling the intense pain in his head. He looked around, wondering how he got home last night. He sure drank a lot. Maybe his friend Thomas brought him home. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he picked his phone up only to see so many missed calls. "What the hell." A click sound was heard as soon as he stood up, but he ignored it. His head was spinning as he went straight to the kitchen, leaving his phone on his couch without checking who had called. Raymond lives alone. His family was average, not so rich, not poor either. He so much loved f*****g around with girls, spending some rich girl's money all the way he wanted it. His attractive face alone could snatch a rich guy's girlfriend, not to talk of the s*x in bed. He had a lot of women who gave him a lot of money, some even sent him on vacation to any place he wanted. He was only seventeen. His dog barked as he was about to open his fridge. He took out his dog food. "There you go... Bruno." Ray named his dog after his favorite character in Encanto. He still couldn't believe he loved that cartoon so much. He was about to pull out a hangover drink for himself when he noticed the red, dry stain on his hand. He drew his hand close and stared at it. He tried so hard to remember what happened last night, but the pain in his head didn't allow it. He shrugged, grabbed the drink, and gulped it down in one go. "Argh..." He groaned, holding his neck, which hurt badly. Feeling a liquid content behind his neck, he frowned. His eyes grew wide seeing it was a red stain again. He checked his clothes and frowned deeper. His grey shirt had some red stains on it too. Did someone pour a red drink on him last night? 'Well, f**k them,' he thought to himself. A loud knock interrupted his thought, and his head snapped toward the door. Who the f**k knocked on his door like that? Did they need some lessons? He clenched his jaw and dragged his lazy self toward the door while the knock kept getting louder. He was seriously going to teach the person behind it some manners. "Get on the floor!!!" His eyes widened when a large gun pointed at him as soon as he opened the door. He raised his hands in fear immediately. The police? There were five of them, all armed. "What—" He couldn't finish his words as a heavy punch landed on his face, bursting his lower lip. One of them hit him again, pinned his head to the ground, and began to handcuff him immediately. The other police rushed in and began to search his house. "What the f**k do you think you're doing?" He finally got the chance to speak. "Shut up, murderer!" The police officer pinning him yelled. Murderer? What the heck did he just call him! "I've got him," he informed through his radio as he forcefully pressed his boot on Raymond. Bruno barked out loud at the police officers. One of them got annoyed and kicked him. "Don't you f*****g touch my dog!!" Raymond yelled, but the officer holding him pinned his head down. "Look what I found," his police mate said, picking up a knife on the floor. Red stain? 'Don't tell me that's blood,' he thought as his eyes widened even more. Those stains on his shirt too? "You bastard!" The officer holding him yelled and dragged him out of his apartment harshly. "Let go of me... what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked the one holding him. "Taking you to jail... now shut the f**k up!" the officer replied, still dragging him. "You've got the wrong person! I didn't do anything!" Raymond yelled again. His wrists began to hurt a lot. "Do you want me to beat you up before taking you into our custody?" the officer asked, dragging his hair harshly. Raymond kept quiet, whimpering. "No?" "Then keep your mouth shut, or it will be used against you in a court of law." He put a bag over his head as they dragged him out of his house like a criminal. There were a lot of reporters outside his home, snapping photos like crazy. "Let's ask him some questions!" one of the reporters yelled. "How disgusting!" "He should be ashamed... how could he do such a thing!" "Let him say something!" "We want an explanation!" "Murderer!!" "We want justice!" These were the words Raymond heard before getting to the car. They were charging him with murder? There must be some misunderstanding! But why the hell couldn't he remember anything? ....... Everywhere was dark. Raymond sat in a strange room, unable to see a thing, his head still covered with the thick bag. Seconds passed, and his anxiety kept getting worse. In what seemed like forever, the bag was removed from his head. The light from the small bulb hit his eyes, and he looked the other way. After his eyes had adjusted to the light, he looked up just to see a strange man in front of him. "What's going on?" He had asked this question so many times, but none of them answered. "Raymond Smith," the strange man smiled at him. "I'm Finn Cornwell, nice to meet you." The man stretched his hand out to him. Raymond hesitated a bit before shaking it briefly. "Please tell me what's going on... I'm freaking out," Raymond pleaded in his shaky voice, his eyes red. "Do you know her?" Finn placed a picture before him, and he drew it close. "Yeah... that's Victoria, my sister," he replied. Why was Victoria in the picture? "Hmm..." Finn nodded and brought out another picture. "And this?" Raymond drew the picture close, and his pretty face turned terrified. It was a picture of a naked body which had been brutally stabbed. "What is this?" He raised his head to look at Finn, wondering why they were showing him the picture. "That's Victoria. She was r***d and stabbed thirteen times in different places, by you." Raymond's mouth dropped dramatically. "What?" Maybe he hadn't heard him right. Finn took back the picture and put it away. "So tell me, Mister Raymond Smith... why did you do it?" Finn asked. His cheerful eyes turned cold. "Victoria is not dead. Victoria can't be dead. What do you mean she's dead? I f*****g saw her last night, so what the f**k are you saying? Where's my phone, I need to call her..." Finn watched the guy in front of him panicking. "Where's my damn phone!!" °°° ~FEW HOURS LATER~ Raymond was dragged out of the cell. He had a visitor. "Mom... Dad!" Raymond called, a small smile on his face. At least someone was going to believe him. "You don't believe them, right? I didn't kill Victoria. You know I love her so much, don't you? Besides, I can't kill anyone, Mom, Dad... I think I'm being framed here," Raymond said, tears on his face. "Bastard!" his mom said, and the blood drained from his face immediately. They didn't believe him? "Dad?" He called, looking up at him. His father's eyes stared down at him in disgust. "I can't believe I brought a monster into my house. I picked you up off the street when you were little. Is this how you're going to pay me back? To hell with you!!" his mom yelled again. Right now, the pain in his chest was worse than he could have imagined. He kept quiet, losing all hope. The only people he thought he could rely on didn't trust him. But while his parents were on their way home, they had an accident and died on the spot. This broke Raymond completely; he cried for days with a heavy heart. °°° "You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labor," the judge concluded, hitting his gavel three times. All the evidence pointed to him. "I didn't do it!!" Raymond yelled. Of course, there was no one to defend him. His friends and family were nowhere to be found. "I didn't f*****g do it!!" he yelled again as two officers dragged him out of the courtroom. °°° Two years later, the look in Raymond's gaze was deadly. He had many scars on his body, resulting from the beatings he got from the guards. He sat beside a guy with his lunch and began to eat quietly without looking at anyone. A tattooed guy sitting beside him took a quick look at Raymond before giving a signal to some of the guys in the room. Eleven of them stood up, surrounding him. Noticing this, Raymond stopped eating. He sighed and took a sip of water. After that, he set his cup down hard on the table. "Can't you guys just leave me alone?" Raymond said, obviously upset with the way they always tried to pick on him. "You always act like you're better than us, and we hate that," the guy beside him said. Raymond smiled dangerously. "I am better than you... beat it." The guy flared up in anger. He grabbed a knife and made to stab him, but Raymond caught his hand and punched him repeatedly until he bled from his mouth. He took the knife from him and stabbed him in the back. "Argh!!" the guy yelled. Raymond smirked. He turned to look at the other ten men standing alert. He rolled his sleeves up and held his head high. "C'mon." The men looked at each other and began to attack him. None of them even got the chance to touch a strand of his hair. His moves were fast and his punches deadly. He stabbed the last one in the stomach with a fork and sent him down with a hard kick. By the time he was done, Raymond was breathing hard as he watched them rolling on the floor. Most of them had broken bones, some were stabbed, and some were on the verge of death. A heavyset police officer walked in and saw the scene. This wasn't the first time, so she sighed. "Raymond... you have a visitor," she said to him. ....... "Who the hell are you?" Raymond asked, raising his brow. "Mr. Adams, your new sponsor. I'm planning to get you out of prison," said an old man who seemed to be around sixty. "I never asked for your help," he replied, standing to leave. There was no one out there for him anyway. "I found the person who killed your sister," the old man said, and Raymond stopped to look at him. "Who?" °°°