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I'm Not Crazy; Just Hungry

The Painful Past.

Ethan's POV.

In a certain land, there's a beautiful girl with a beautiful personality, she's gifted with shining chestnut brown eyes, a slightly flatten small nose, jet-black hair that reaches her waist, and fairness that screams her nationality. Although she lives in a house with 50:50 bricks and woods, you can't tell her that's she's poor, they have a 5.8-hectare land that contains various fruits and vegetables

She lived her life helping her only relative which is her father. When she turned 13, her beauty has been exposed, many guys tried to catch her heart to be her boyfriend, but without a single move of her graceful smile, she rejected them all with thanks and sorry.

Not only did the other guys fall for her, but her father also began to have some unspoken desires.

One night, her father opened her room and locked it after entering, when her father started touching her, she stopped pretending to be asleep, and because of that, his father panicked a little, her mouth was stuffed with clothes to avoid making a ruckus on that darkest night.

. . .

In the morning, she still remembers, underneath her father, all she could do is tremble. As she recall what happened that night, she shivered in fear and from the pain on her 'thing'.

It keeps going on until she's 16, she's been played at every day and night with all her father's heart's content, it was that horrifying that she thought about suicide.

That's when I found her. The vacation has just started. I was just passing by their land to ours (stealing mangos, not like I can them though), I was on the top of the tree when I saw her holding the rope tied onto a tree, she's standing on a chair to reach it, she slowly lean her head closer and closer to the circled rope, and that made me so sure that she's about to end her life.

" STOP."

I shouted subconsciously, her eyes set my way with a confuse and nervousness, eyes that looks super tired, she was frozen on the spot.

*Thud!*

Wew. . .I almost died, I fell down the tree I'm climbing to steal the mangoes of, moreover, I'm near the top, I might have a few broken bones, (sigh), How stupid. . .

She climbed up to the fence to approach me and helped me stand up, and I was thankful for that.

At that time, I feel my body being all numbed(it has always been). I seriously thought I was going to die, I mean, about three broken ribs are a little too much for me.

" Are you alright?" She asked worriedly, but I'm more worried about her than she is to me. . . I wonder why, when I liked it when people are suffering. . .

*Blegh*

I vomited a lot of blood, instead of her being disgusted, she pats my back and asked again if I'm alright with the same worried tone.

I couldn't answer.

" You were about to end your life when I interrupted you, no? Why?" I asked, quite curious.

As soon as my question was uttered, tears streamed down from her (beautiful)eyes, her face became pale and I don't know what to do, I hugged her unconsciously. That was even weirder. I also like it when people cry!

She hugged me back and told me her story with her hoarse, cracking, and trembling voice.

" My father has been raping me for years, please help me," she said as her hug gets tighter.

I was about to say something when a man's shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, making me look at him.

The man grabbed her by her hair and glared at me, he covered her eyes with his left hand before punching me with all he had. It hurts but I'm sure that what she experienced is more painful.

I looked at him straight in the eyes even though I know that my eyes are becoming blurry, he punched me again so I kicked him in his balls real hard and flee (I'm a runner and he's an old geezer so heh~).

Before I knew it, I'm already home.

Since then, I started coming back to our land to steal more fruits or just to escape chores. I was always waiting for her on top of the tree I fell of, always feeling nostalgic. . .

A half a month has passed and I saw her again! unfortunately, her condition worsened. That somehow gave me guilt, and sudden thorns formed in my throat, it suffocated me.

I looked around their land before whistling to get her attention. She put her point finger over her mouth so I stopped. A few seconds later and her father came with a gun in his hand. (That's . . . a gun created to kill birds, dude!! The bullets for that are metal marbles! Are you seriously trying to kill me??)

At that moment, I knew I screwed up.

He looked attentively to our land, searching where the guy(me) who whistled.

Few minutes have passed and my location is still unknown to him.

He grabbed her to the chair she used to step on and made her sit on his lap. He then spread her legs and slip his right hand inside her.

I was speechless, why would someone be that perverted?. She started to cry, her father licked her tears and continue moving his hands inside her, and I only watched...

I can't help it anymore, I want to punch him!, she's pitiful yet her expression is quite erotic, I quickly punched my cheeks a few times when I feel like I was about to have a boner. No! I'm the worst! I've always been.

I took a whole pack of mangos and threw it on his head. He stood up and put his fingers that he put inside her to his mouth before taking the gun and aim at the stupid monkey(me).

I'm ready to evade it but . . . That bastard didn't even have any bullet! He forgot thanks to his pervertedness.

I quickly jumped down even though it's still a little high, well, I'm a monkey anyways, so who cares?.

I only have a slightly big log to break the fence that's separating our family's land. I took out the knife on my side that I slipped out from the kitchen (No need to ask why would I carry something like that), I pointed it at him and he just laughed.

" I'm Ethan . . . . . . . " I gave him my name, he was stunned, not because I'm from a famous family, rather, an infamous one. My father killed three people and that rumor is 100% true, my father wasn't even on drugs nor alcohol, heh~ it's simply for fun. ( He's a mass murderer after all, and so will I)

I smiled. I grabbed her hand and ran away with her.

Two days later, her father came to our house with about 8 police and one is the chief.

Her trembling hands covered my ears and she whispered:

" I'm tired"

From that, I knew.

". . . If you're tired, then end your life" I smiled at her as I answered, she only nodded with a satisfied smile.

The police took me to the police station and asked me various questions, but none are answered.

A day has passed and her death was announced.

I was so sad yet no tears escaped my eyes, I was at peace for some reason.

"Goodbye" were my last words before I stopped talking for years or so.

. . .

I only talked again when my mother asked what I wanted to eat.

" Burned. . ." Unconsciously, I told my mother the name of my first love's father. Even I was stunned by my answer.

Her father was gone for good, he's jailed for life. He was sued by the dead body of hers, her autopsy shows it as clear as the virgin river water that she died from getting strangled by a rope and that her body was 'played' at for a long time.

That's what I thought, but a few months later, I saw that bastard's face outside their house, unpacking! Is this for real?!. Ah! right! How can I forget? he's the son of our president and first lady.

Total abuse of power, I see.

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[A 16 year old boy in his room shut the book on his hand and chuckled. 'What a funny story I made' He thought and listened to her mother's calling like listening to a pleasing Tune]