Note: Sorry that this is a little late but, well I live in central London and if you have been watching the news you will see that it has been a hell of a week.
Nothing much really happens in this chapter but the next up date will be really soon, and well done to the one who guessed who the 'Chinese boy' was. The chapter is from Tala's POV and just sets up next chapters show down between the parents.
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Chapter 17 Walking On Broken Glass
The training was long and hard and mostly due to language differences they didn't talk. But the red eyed boy and the long haired Chinese boy always managed to stay close together at all times. they partnered when a partner was needed, they slept close to each other in the large warehouse used as barracks and when they could get hold of any food they shared it.
Then one day the training introduced a new element; English. They were told that they would all need a common language and were split up into three groups; the English group; the French group and the Spanish group.
From his time there already the red eyed boy had come to the conclusion that they were all going to be shipped off to different parts of the world. When he and the Chinese boy were chosen for the English group he tried to make a map of where they could go in his head. It didn't work well as he was not even sure what country he had come from.
But the English was handy for one thing. It meant that they could all finally communicate. There were fifteen boys in each group. The way the groups were split up was seemingly random. Each group was then split up into three groups of five and sent to their own instructor.
The red eyed boy was amazed that the Chinese boy was in his group of five; he had been sure that they would be split up because of the way they had been hanging on to each other.
Learning a new language from scratch without any proper assistance was a long and hard endeavour that their captors had managed to speed up considerably by introducing the element of extreme violence.
Both the red eyed boy and the Chinese boy found it difficult learning a language full of sounds that didn't even exist in their native tongues. The Chinese boy was lucky; in their group was another Chinese boy who had already much of the language. The red eyed boy wasn't so lucky; he could only watch sadly as the two boys talked. He tried his hardest to pick up English so that he might be able to talk to someone…or at least finish his training early and do whatever it was they were being trained to do.
They all worked hard until one day the language didn't sound as incomprehensible and they were starting to recognise what each other were saying.
Then when they were all getting quite good the Chinese boy finally approached the red eyed boy for a conversation. By then they hadn't even sat together in weeks the Chinese boy spending all his time with his new friend.
"Me am…I am Rei. You are very pretty. What is your name please?"
At first the red eyed boy was going to walk away but the words had stopped him in his tracks.
"I don't have a name." he answered truthfully. "And I'm not pretty."
The Chinese boy smiled.
When I woke this morning my head felt like it had been hit with a ton of bricks. Just how hard had Kai hit me anyway? Or was it the sleeping pills that mum have me?
The house felt weird. After a night like last night I had thought that it would at least be raining outside.
It took me a while to get my bearings but in the end the call of breakfast was too strong. Kai's bed was empty so that was the only place he could be.
I was still confused about what had happened last night. When I had first come across Kai's broken form I had thought that it had been rape, the way his clothes had been ripped the semen in his vomit had all indicated that at least…but then there was the money. The money had made me rethink the whole thing; it did seem that Kai would do anything for money, especially anything sexual…
But by the way Kai had hit him when he had suggested the idea that Kai had just had a rough session with one of his 'client's mad me even more confused. Maybe I was just right the first time…but who could have gotten into our house and caught Kai unawares?
Then my mum had called me and I was hit by just how hungry I was (we had skipped dinner yesterday.)
It an odd the sight that met me as I entered the dining room. Mum had a nervous smile on her face and was flitting about giving Kai food and hot drinks and acting just overly nice…Kai just looked…well he could never look horrible but this was as close as he could ever get. It was very obvious that he had not slept at all last night and even though I had been drugged I still felt a pang of guilt for my eight hours.
"Tala darling sit down and eat your breakfast you don't want it to get cold." my mum admonished doing what seemed like a bad impression of a perky TV mum.
I took my seat and tried not to stare at Kai who was sat across from me eating slowly and painfully; his mouth was still swollen and split slightly at one side as if something to large had been forced into it. I shuddered.
"Eat up!" my mum ordered her eyes drifting out of the open door and towards the staircase. "And when you are done take Kai with you upstairs and lock the door."
I looked at Kai curiously but his eyes never left his still quite full plate.
"What's going on mum?" I asked knowing that it might be my only chance for an answer.
"I just need to have a private word with your father, and you know how distracted he gets with Kai around." I could tell that what she was saying was partially the truth and so I didn't push it. I suddenly had this feeling that I didn't want to know.
"I'm done."
The sound of his voice for the first time since last night shocked me; it was exactly the same tone of voice he had used to tell me he liked fucking me last night. I felt a little dizzy and no longer that hungry.
"Let's go then." I said standing up and glancing at my mother.
She nodded and ushered us in the direction or the stairs. "Stay up there no matter what and don't leave until I come and get you."
Kai walked back and whispered something into my mum's ear. She nodded.
I heard thumping at the top of the stairs and saw my father. He greeted me but his eyes never left Kai. Even as we passed him I could feel his eyes on our backs and saw Kai flinch slightly as my dad brushed past him and suddenly I just knew.
It had been my father. My father had been in the house alone with Kai all that time. My father had held him down and raped him then thrown money at him afterwards. It felt like my stomach acid was leaking into all of my other internal organs. I wanted turn around, run back downstairs and just rip him to pieces with my bare hands.
I didn't. My mum wanted to meet with him alone and as worried as I was about her I knew that she must have something planned to be that confident. God I hoped she killed him.