The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 31 💖

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"Are we together again?" Gulf asked, hopeful.

Mew stopped. "I think that you need to hear what happened to our families before you make that decision."

"I get to make the decision?" Gulf asked. He was surprised. "Then I want to get married. Let's go get married..."

"Gulf, you really need to hear..."

"I don't want to know," Gulf said, settling down and wrapping his legs around Mew's waist. "If it is something that has you running off into another man's arms and apologizing before I get the best head of my entire life, I don't want to know. Those things make no sense, baby. It doesn't matter..."

"It matters to my mother. It matters to your mother..."

"Who didn't bother to keep me by her side when..."

"She couldn't keep you; it would have ruined her career to have the son of a gangster..."

"So basically what you're saying is that there is something in my past that would make me walk away from you because of the memory of a woman who chose her career over me and a man who made me live with his parents instead of taking care of me himself?" Gulf asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm not following your logic."

Mew paused. "Gulf, this is your family..."

"Why? Because we share DNA? Is that what makes a family? I want to be a family with you. I want to call Perth my step-sister-in-law. I want to adopt a baby with you. I want to get a dog and yell at him for chewing up the couch cushions and I want him to chase kittens around our house. I want to do home improvement projects with you and I want to hear about your day at work and I want to make love to you every night..."

Mew shut Gulf up with his mouth again. "Gulf, there's my mother to consider... and we should really meet your mother..."

"What's her name?" Gulf could not stop himself from asking.

"Ann," Mew answered. "Mom said your mama's name is Ann."

"Is she pretty?" Gulf asked.

"She's gorgeous," Mew told him. "She's an actress. Pretty famous, at that."

"Does that mean we would have to go to Thailand?" Gulf asked, his heart beating quickly, scared for the first time in Mew's arms.

"Baby...," Mew said. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I've just learned that you have to face everything head-on and that you can't hide from what has happened in your past..."

"I don't want to be separated from you, Tharn," Gulf said. "I want to throw away everything that will keep me apart from you, and if that includes a family that never wanted me..."

"I don't think that's entirely true, Gulf," Mew said. "I don't think that it isn't that they didn't want you..."

"How else do you lose a kid in another country entirely?" Gulf asked Mew.

"You don't." Mew sighed. "Please don't leave me after I tell you this."

Gulf swallowed and nodded.

"Our parents, my mom, and your dad grew up next door to each other in Thailand. Your dad's parents went to England to work with the government in some capacity or another, and your dad was left at home most of the time. He and my mom were childhood sweethearts."

Gulf swallowed. He already did not like where this was going.

"So, your dad got interested in shooting guns. He went on hunting expeditions and he went to shooting ranges. He was a good marksman, Gulf. He soon caught the attention of my dad, who was always a criminal. He started selling guns to your dad, and your dad would unload them to other people for a tidy profit. Soon, your dad was selling guns to most of Bangkok, which, by the way, is highly illegal. You cannot own guns in Thailand... which is beside the point. Your dad got caught, and my dad said that he could help him out without his parents finding out if he would owe him just one favor. Your dad agreed to it, readily, because he was seventeen and stupid."

Gulf swallowed again. This did not sound like a really great thing.

"Remember how I said our parents were childhood sweethearts?" Mew looked at Gulf, who nodded.

"My dad had seen my mom a few times when he was at your dad's house. My mom's family was very conservative, and she was the youngest of three daughters, so when my dad demanded my mother as repayment for helping him out, there weren't a lot of protests. Your dad had no power to keep my mother, and so he had to leave to go live with my father. She was pregnant with me not six months later, after he had repeatedly raped her and abused her."

Gulf was crying.

"Your parents met when your dad was drinking after he found out about my mother's pregnancy. Your dad had quit dealing with guns, and he was studying to be a lawyer when he met your mother. She was already a famous actress, and neither one of them expected to be with you, but your parents loved you, Gulf. She could not tell the world that she was having a baby with a much younger man, and so his parents had you living with them. You were much loved."

Mew continued. "My mom still loved your dad, and she would take me over to play with you when she visited her parents. I didn't know that, but it makes me feel like we've been bonded in a sense..." Mew stopped talking for a moment.

"Mom loved you more than me, and she said that I loved you so much I never cared about that. My dad saw that, and he would threaten to hurt you if I didn't do exactly what he said, and it worked. I screwed up once though, I can't remember what I did, and you were seven years old he kidnapped you and sent you to America, but we didn't know where you had gone until I found you six months ago."

"It wasn't enough though, and your dad was tired of seeing my mom and I abused, and then he found out what my dad did to you, and he came at him with a gun. My dad shot your dad, Gulf, and my mom took advantage of the chaos afterward with the police and the lawyers to run away with my dad's business partner, my stepfather."

"It's my fault, Gulf," Mew said. "My father is a monster, and that makes me a monster. I am not going to beg you to stay, but you need to know what you are dealing with. I have done no better than my father. I am a murderer and a weapons dealer. I deal with death and I make death and I parcel it out in shiny packaging. I am covered in the blood Gulf, and you were my first victim when I fucked up and got you taken away from your family. You should have stayed away from me."

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Many said it is okay to end the story soon, but some wanted more. Neither way, you still have a good 5 chapters ahead, people! And after this ends, I will continue writing "Bow of Twilight"...

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