All Strings Attached

Chapter 16

Win broke the kiss after few seconds and looked at him, shyly before getting off the car and jogging to his door, leaving Bright in pleasant shock.

A slow smile creeped on his face as he gripped his steering wheel and looked at Win's house.

As soon as Win entered with a smile, he was met by his dad and brother sitting in the living room.

"My son is back" Mrs Metawin said lovingly , smiling at Win.

"I thought you left the house and went to work in your gay bar. Saint already told me your test score" His dad replied sarcastically, unamused but Win was too happy to care about anything his dad was saying. He walked towards his dad and held his head in his hands, kissing on top of it and without saying another word he went to his room, smiling.

"You goofy idiot!" His dad shouted back while Type chuckled at his younger brother's action.

Win immediately went for a shower, leaving all his clothes on floor. He came out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and another one in his hand which he was using to rub his hair.

He couldn't help but to overthink in shower. As the warm water was falling down his head onto his closed eyes, making his eyelashes stick together. He couldn't help but to let Gun's voice revolve in his mind.

Its not like he didn't want to make love to Bright.

But what Gun said really threw him off. Whats going to happen after that? Will his parents approve of their relationship?

Win closed his eyes again as he rubbed his hair with towel. Thats when he realised he has fallen for Bright for real.

He sat down on his bed wearing his T-shirt and boxers, checking mails on his laptop when his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw it was a text from unknown number.

"I would've liked it more if you had apologised in person"

Win frowned, not recognising the number . Suddenly realisation hit him and he made an O with his lips, quickly typing back

"Is it P'Fuse? How did you get my number?"

"Saint gave it to me"
He got a reply instantly. Before Win could type his next text, he got another message.

It was a cute sticker that made Win chuckle.

"I am sorry for yesterday phi" Win read his own text out loud before sending it along a cat sticker. He stared at his phone for a while then put it away, shifting his attention back at his laptop.

After a while his phone vibrated again and Win's hand went for it without taking his eyes off of Laptop's screen .

He opened his phone and frowned. It was text from another unknown number.

He opened the chat box and saw there were 3 videos sent. He impatiently waited for them to load.

Win picked his laptop up and straighten his legs, clicking on first video but immediately froze when he heard the voice in the video.

It was someone yelling vulgar things. Win didn't have to look at the screen to tell whose voice it was.

In hope to prove his thinking wrong, he looked at the screen and his heart sank.

It was indeed a video of Bright torturing an elderly person.

Win stared at the video until it was all played. He wanted to press the pause button as well as the rewind button.

Automatically the next video started playing and it was worst then the previous one.

Bright was laughing while breaking a man's fingers. His laugh sounded like he was possessed by a devil. Not flinching one bit.

Win held his breath, his hands shaking.

He could tell that Bright was enjoying it. The man cried in agonizing pain as Bright slammed the hammer on his next finger, laughing like a maniac.

Finally the last video started and Win felt like someone shattered his heart into pieces.

It was a video of Bright making love with another boy.

Win stared at the video, helplessly. It was short and Win kept putting it on repeat, hurting himself over and over again. Bright looked young in the video as if he was still a teenager at that time.

Even though it was Bright's previous relationship, sending such a video to Win was still very cruel thing to do.

Win left his phone, letting it fall on his chest as his forefinger went to his lips, biting his nail, trying hard not to cry.

Until yesterday, Every thing felt so dreamy and easy. Its hasn't been 24 hours and yet he was sitting in his bed and his mind was in total mess.
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Bright was sitting on the sill of his open window, staring outside at the dark sky.

His mind completely peaceful as he pushed the alcoholic beverage back to his lips, his face flushed and buttons opened.

On his other hand was his green jacket which he would occasionally raised to his face and sniff. It was hard to decide rather he was drunk on alcohol or on Win's scent coming from his jacket.

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I am sorry if this chapter is a mess. Whenever I tried to think of it's plot, My mind kept giving me unnecessary information about how  JJ Thomson's plum pudding  theory of electron was a failure