Broken but Beautiful

Chapter 12. King Thara

Broken But Beautiful.

Chapter 12. King Thara.

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"Phi how did it all happened"? Win asked once they settled after lunch. The question everyone was dying to ask. They had seen men guarding their home and even now. And then everything they saw in the jungle, as Bright saw and explained to Win, everyone had millions of questions lingering in their minds.

Mew sighed deeply. He knew it was the time to reveal the most dark corners of his life. Though he wasnt ashamed of it. But yeah he was scared for the possible reactions, still he had to come clean.

"I was 7 years old. A boy who lost his family in a murder. No place to run, no shelter to stay. A little food and few small bills to survive. I saw a boy, in a dark alley, one night when i was looking for a place to spend the night. A man was trying to rape him. Threatening with a dagger. I couldnt ignore it. I knew i had nothing in my hand to save the boy, more or less my age, but i couldnt stand there and watch it all. So, without thinking, i leaped on the man. It was sudden that he lose his grip on the dagger and it fell off.

Without any thought i picked the dagger and stabbed him. All i knew i kept stabbing him until he was all pooled into his blood, lifeless. It was my first murder. I ran to the boy to check he was fine. Scared but fine. Not hurt. I had no thought in my mind. Where to go. What to do. How to survive. But i couldnt leave him alone. I held his hand to take him with me but we met a man leaning with his car. By his looks i was sure he saw everything. But he wasnt intimidating. He was just observing us.

"You have a fine hand young man". He walked to us and crouched down. The boy, i saved, hide behind me. But some reasons he wasnt scared.

"Where do you live"? He asked again.

"I have no where to live. I was looking for a place to spend the night when i found this boy suffering. So i helped him". Mew told him.

"Then come with me. Stay with me". He offered. I wanted to trust him but there was a part of me that didnt. So i politely refused stating that i dont trust anyone. He chuckled at my straight forwardness but didnt force me. He gave me a handful of money and asked his men to get some food while he stayed with us. That was one of those nights when i slept with a fed tummy.

I wanted that boy, his name was Tae, to get start on his life but he cling onto me. That was a beginning of my struggles. Food, clothes and shelter. I would sometimes see John on the way. He would always ask me to go with him, and everytime i would refuse. Everytime he would give me handful of cash and food.

When i turned 14. I was impatient back then. I would get tired sometimes, i was a child for god sake. One day i was sitting outside the workshop at night, whose owner threw me out because of a customer blamed me for stealing. That i didnt. By chance John came. And that night i lost to him. He trained me. He helped me to be strong. Although he asked me to let Tae join too but i didnt want tlo strain his innocence.

In 3 years, aside from my works to provide for Tae, i aced it. Weapons, drugs, manufacturing. One to one combat fighting. He helped me to stand on my feet. He treated me like his son.

I started working in a small cafe. And then extended into a chain of cafes. I built a huge mansion, bought everything. With popularity comes friends and enemies. One of the good things that John taught me was to read people. Their faces. Their eyes. And it helped me a lot.

That night when i met Win, i.. I was quiet upset. I lost a deal. Worth my trust. I was broke because the one i trusted most had back stabbed me leaving with nothing. But i didnt imagine my decision of going to the bar will be so beneficial for me.