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Chapter 1 Final Straw
Kim glanced at his watch. 2:30 PM. The school bell would ring in less than a minute. Porchay lived fifty blocks away from the high school, he would have to make the trek alone or hop onto the bus stop. Kim's only concern today would be that Porchay would have company and would not allow Kim to talk to him.
Within five minutes of school letting out, Porchay was in sight, and his heart sank as he saw him walking with two other boys along the Main Street. They stopped at an intersection chatting. Kim pinches his nose this wouldn’t do. He needed the two boys to leave Porchay. They had to. He felt anxiety rise in his belly. This was supposed to be the day that he finally talked to Porchay to clarify what they were.
Sitting in the front seat of his Maserati, he tried to control what he liked to call his Khimhant mafia self. It was his mafia self which emerged when he was doing his investigations and the cruel punishment he dished out to the enemies under his father’s orders. The self that he hated so much was bleeding into violence and blood. The torture he places the enemies ignoring their begging and screams as he focused to dig out every single little tidbit of information.
He had to keep his mafia self well hidden. He reminded himself to call those boys humans and not enemies. He reminded himself to use proper names of people that surrounded Porchay even though he didn’t want to recall the names of these boys around his doll.
Kim had been doing it for years, acting normal his Wiꓘ self-created so that he could interact with the public. Some people called him smooth and charismatic. He liked that. It meant that he was a great performer that the part of him that was filthy with blood wasn’t noticed. He somehow carved out a life, one that some might even envy, he could hide in plain sight without the fear of being judged.
Yet now he could feel it bursting in his chest, that part of him begging to be let free. The desire was getting the better of him and he had to reign it all in. Remembering the meditation instructions, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to tick away the lock away that part of himself. On the last breath, he inhaled and exhaled intervals, then slowly exhaled, allowing the whistle of air to calm his vengeful self.
Slowly he opened his eyes and felt a rush of relief, the two friends of Porchay had turned a corner waving goodbye to Porchay. Porchay continued on the street alone walking past the park and some shops.
Some afternoons Porchay would linger there, watching the birds at the park but today was not that day. Today Porchay walked on with purpose as if he had somewhere to be. If he knew what was coming, he wouldn’t have bothered in Kim’s opinion. That thought made him smile to himself.
Kim always thought Chay was attractive. Watching the boy inch his way along the street behind him, making sure to give way to the swarm of jaywalking high schoolers, he admired Chay’s lean, athletic soccer body. He was wearing baby blue shorts that stopped just above his knees and a bright blue top that hung over his figure a tad bigger to Kim’s liking. The lack of food even with Porchay hunger made Kim hurt inwardly.
He made his move. A warm calmness washed over him. He activated his car and pressed his foot gently on the pedal to increase the gas. Slowly he pulled up next to Porchay and called out through the open passenger window.
“Hey.”
At first Porchay looked taken aback. He squinted at Kim, clearly unable to believe whom he was seeing.
“Chay.” Kim's voice slowly turned softer, “get into the car we need to talk.” He put the car in park, leaned over, and opened the door so Chay could get in.
“Why…” Porchay said, unsure.
Kim gave a quirk of his lips, “I think it best if we talk in private unless you want me to make a scene here.”
Feeling tense at the attention he must be garnishing from his peer. “Chay…” This wasn’t going to end up well and Kim was feeling the tension of how disobedient Porchay was being. “Don’t make me do it.”
Unable to take the pressure Porchay slid into the car seat and slid the door shut. “Where are we going to go?”
Kim turned the wheel and slowly moved into the traffic heading toward the destinations that were familiar. They stopped at a stop signal as the train started to make its way through. Kim slid out an e-cigarette and fiddled with it.
“You smoke that?” Porchay started a bit confused since he never saw Kim smoke.
Kim gave a lopsided smile, “Yes when I am feeling strong emotions.”
“Oh.” Porchay scoffed but glanced over to the e-cigarette curiously.
“Do you want to try?” Kim handed it over, eyes slowly lidding halfway. “Press the blue button and suck…”
Like great timing he waited, Porchay pressed the button and a chemical sprayed right into his face like a small fog. At the same moment Kim pressed a napkin to his own nose, so as not to breathe it himself. It was so subtle and quiet that Porchay didn’t even notice and before he could react his body slumped.
Kim casually moves his hand and reaches over to ease Porchay's head into the headrest. To an observer they would see a shadow from the tint of setting back. Kim's heart was pounding but he reminded himself to stay calm. It was ridiculous why he had to go to these lengths, but they both couldn’t go on like this. When the train passed he continued driving forward to his next destination. Kinn had told him the Kittisawat were stubborn brothers.
The song’s didn’t nudge Porchay to talk to him. The unknown phone calls he made weren’t answered and the text messages were ignored. If the kid could be this stubborn then he's afraid that part of Khimhant that he locked away that does things extreme just like his brother’s will come along.
Kim glances over to the sleeping youth and clenches his hand on the steering wheel. This feeling of fury floods every part of him whenever he looks at Chay. The dark hair dyed back, the bodyguards that were positioned to guard Porchay were called off. Kim still had some pull and the guards were terrified of him. He made sure.