All Strings Attached

Chapter 20

"You don't have to worry about it" Bright whispered against his warm neck and kissed it again.

Win' s eyebrows furrowed in stress, his heart now tangled in different kind of worry . He was pulled out of his thoughts when Bright kissed his neck multiple times, purposely biting on to leave a mark.

"Brighttt" Win whined, rubbing his hand at the sore spot on his neck.

Bright pulled him closer and came on top of him, his hair on his face with a smile. He leaned down and kissed Win's collarbone, giving him hickey afterward. Win softly tried to push him away but invain.

Bright rubbed his body down on him and whispered "lets do it again"

Win chuckled, gently resisting Bright's face that was leaned down to kiss random places on Win's body.
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Type hastily put his phone back to his ear, his face devastated. He came home and charged his phone only to found 2 missed calls from his younger brother.

Type tried calling him back but got no answer. On top of that, Win hadn't came home and it was almost dawn. Type had been up all night trying to reach him.

The number you are trying to call is currently switched off

"Damn it!" He yelled, frustrated and got up to wash his face. He didn't have duty till noon but he hurriedly put on a decent outfit and went to police station to file a legal missing report.

On his way, he pulled out his phone and called Win again but invain. He went to his office but before he could discuss this matter with senior officer, he heard his phone ringing.

Without missing a beat, he immediately put the phone to his ear and felt relieved when he heard the caller's voice.

"P'Type.."

"Where are you?? I've been looking for you all night! Are you hurt?" Type attacked him with questions. He furthermore wanted to apologise for not being able to answer when he called but Win interrupted him

"I am fine. Can..you come pick me up?"

"Yes Okay I am on my way" Type said, already picking up his keys and getting off "Just tell me Where are you? You are okay right?"

Win told the address. His voice was low due to connectivity issue.

Type drove as legally fast as possible and pulled over to a bus stop and saw Win sitting there, still in his yesterday's uniform.

Type came out of the car and Win stood up.

"Win" Type called, his hands went to his arms, his eyes scanning his body. The boy looked all used up.

"What happened?" He asked, looking at his face "Where were you?"

Win stayed quiet for a while then muttered "We need to go police station"

Type's face went pale but he embraced himself and lead Win into the car. He was driving while biting his lips, his heart uneasy.

Win looked at him and smiled softly "Phi Stop worrying. I am still alive" Type paid him no attention and they soon reached the police station. Without talking to anyone about the issue, he pulled Win in his and Zee's office and made him sit down.

"Start talking" He said, his eyes fixed on Win's tired face. His strict expression softened when his eyes followed the bruise on Win's forehead. He looked down and saw his lips swollen and neck exposing brutal marks.

His clothes torn as if he was dragged around. He also didn't miss the blood stains on the side of his jeans.

His eyebrows furrowed in distress and Win was quick to speak "Phi there is nothing to be worried about"

There was not a slight change in Type's expressions and Win made him sit down, holding his hand.
Meanwhile P'Zee entered the office and stopped in his track, confused

"Type? You don't have a morning duty today" He said but Type kept his eyes on Win

"Yesterday I went to cafe with Saint and the owner, P'Fuse you know him right?" Win started speaking and Type nodded, gesturing him to continue "He sent Saint somewhere and after a while , he pretended like Saint got caught in an accident so I went with him"

At the mention of Saint's name, Zee came forth and listened to Win attentively. Saint was with him last night then why did Fuse lie ?

"Where did you go?" Type asked, the vein on his head popping.

Win sighed and shut his mouth for a while, glancing at the handle of his chair "He took me to an unfamiliar place. I don't know where it was. We entered a hotel room"

Win didn't need to say more and Type's expression became furious
"That son of bitch!"

Win raised his face and noticed the horrible expressions on his brother's face. Win shook his head "He tried to force me but I hid myself in washroom and tried to contact you for help"

Type gritted his teeth, his guilt multiplying with 100.

"But.. But nothing happened. I managed to get out" Win lied, his voice unsure. Type didn't expect this turn of event and suddenly raised his face to look at Win with a frown.

"I am telling the truth" Win tried to convince him but his physical state said otherwise.

"Then where were you all night?" Type asked, his voice low.

"Win please tell the truth so we can help you" Zee interrupted , stepping forth. Win looked at Zee then at his brother and repeated "I am telling the truth Phi ! I didn't let him do anything!"

"Then what is this!?" Type shouted, pulling down Win's shirt, exposing the clear signs of assault.
"Look at your self!" He said, holding Win's hands, his wrists had bruises, clear signs that Win was tied down. Type felt his heart breaking into two by just imagining his brother going through the horrible pain.

"P'Type.." Win looked at him, helpless.

"Why are you defending him?" Type asked, sitting so close to him that they was practically hugging.

"I am not.. I want you to take action against him. He persuaded me and took me against my will and tried to rape me!" Win tried again . Type looked into his eyes and replied with flat tone

"Trying to rape and raping someone have different sentences. By telling the truth, we can give him 9 years of prison" Type encouraged him to tell the truth but Win sighed sadly, looking at his brother's worried face

"But the truth is I was not raped" He confessed again. Type sighed and bit his lips. All the signs on Win's body was clear thats something happened. He just couldn't understand rather Win was trying to defend Fuse or if he was not admitting due to his self respect.

"Alright if you are so sure about it" Zee said, grabbing everyone's attention "Then lets do your medical test"

Win's eyes widened when he heard the suggestion. Type didn't say anything but his face looked like he was considering this option. Win's lips parted but no words came out.
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