FRAGILE HEARTS

CHAPTER 3 : I'M NOT LIKE MY FATHER

I glared at him. 'Nigel, is this another joke you're playing on me?'

'Ermm—Wei-Jun, of course not,' he said. I must have paled because next he asked, ' What's wrong, man? Are you okay?'

'Nigel, I sewed this cloth. Remember, that weird guy came into my tailor shop that day and gave me an order? This is what he ordered. A dozen batches. He even supplied the materials.'

Nigel gripped my biceps. 'Oh my God, this is bad! We can't tell anyone about this, Wei-Jun. They'll think we're insane or that we're helping the... ,' His sentence trailed as we heard noises from the forest. It sounded like someone was running towards us.

Then the sound silenced. Maybe because I had already pulled out a dagger for our safety.

'Perhaps it's not safe to talk here,' I stood up cleaned the dirt off my pants.

We walked away from The Edge heading to my home, with me pondering if I may have been helping the killers. But, that customer may not have been the killer.

Guilt and confusion played in my mind; thousands of thoughts jumbled in my head.

You're just like your Father, Wei-Jun! It won't be long before you end up in the Central Domination's Prison! my inner-self told me. I shook off the thoughts.

No, I'm not like my Father. Just because my Father was a killer, I won't be one. My family roots mean nothing to me.

I had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching us as we walked, and quickened my pace.