We're slowly getting to what I want to shape 😅. It's going to take a few more chapters, but we will get there. Until then, I just wanted to remind you how amazing you're. Thank you for inspiring me and making me smile ❤️.

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I reached the hotel in complete shock. The man, we were so desperately trying to get to the court, had been dead for several days. The man, who almost raped me, who gave me nightmares, had been dead for several days.

I swiped my card, walking in, just to be stopped in my movement. There was dozens bouquets of flowers, different types and colors.

"Mum?" I called out, closing the door.

"You're finally here," she walked out of her room, trying to get through the flowers to me.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked her, getting off my jacket.

"You tell me. On every single one is a tag with the words 'I'm sorry'. And since I haven't done anything, I think this is for you," she explained, handing me one of the bouquets.

Delirious? How the fuck did he find out where we live?

"Throw them out, burn them, destroy them, I don't care. I'm going to take a bath, and right after that we have to move out," I announced, walking pass by her to my room.

"Destroy them? These flowers haven't done anything to you, they're so beautiful. And why do we need to move out? Tell me, what's going on, honey, please," I heard her behind me.

"Not the right time, mum."

I closed the door behind me, feeling so bad and guilty for not telling my mum, but I knew there was no way she would understand me. I decided to take a bath, enjoying the warm refresh.

After I was done, I dressed myself again and turned the phone on. There were a few missed calls, but not only from Delirious.

Ohm?

I decided to call my teacher, since I was little bit concerned about why he wanted from me.

"Evan, hi. We don't need to do anything against Scott Girberg, he's dead."

"What?" I faked my surprise of hearing it for the second time.

"I swear I have nothing to do with that. Anyway, are you going to make it to the funeral on your own or should I pick you up?" He asked, and I reacted instantly.

"What?! I'm not going to his funeral."

"I understand that, but you can't let Bryce be there alone," he replied calmly.

"Bryce is coming? Why?"

"He wants to show some respect."

"Respect? I have no respect for that man! You know what he was doing, what a pervert he was," I raised my voice.

"I'm well aware, and so is Bryce. Don't go there for Scott, go there for me and for Bryce," Ohm said, and I closed my eyes.

"I'm not going to be there the whole time. One hour, that's my maximum. I can make it there on my own, just tell me where it is and what time it starts," I replied, not happy with the decision I made at all.

"Thank you, Evan."

I grabbed my phone, walking out of my room to check upon my mum. She was sitting on the sofa, watching a TV again.

"Mum? I told you to get your things," I reminded her, when she patted next to her.

"Do you remember what we used to do when you were just a little boy? Come here."

"Mum, I'm not a-"

"Sit next to me," she raised her voice authoritatively, and I did what she asked me for.

"One for one, you remember, right? No lying, not coming up with low problems, just the pure truth," she looked at me, and I tried to calm down my racing heart.

"I'm worried about you, Evan. Since the day you've joined the gang, you're not the same. And I understand that, because of so much pressure there has to be for you and so much responsibility now, but I'm worried that you're not happy."

I know you're worried, I love you mum. What am I gonna say?! There're so many things going on that I'm not sure which problem in my life hurts me the most.

"One for one, or do you want to talk about it?" I asked learned sentence who used to say every time.

"One for one, Ev," she whispered, and I looked down.

"There's one guy who treats me like shit. He doesn't care about what I want and he keeps doing his things," I said aloud, feeling a bit better.

"One for one, or do you want to talk about that?"

I really wish to talk about that, but I'm not ready yet.

"One for one."

"Ok, sweetie. I just want you to know that you're better than everyone else, even though I'm sure you won't admit that. Now, mind if you make me a company here, or do you have plans on your own?" She asked me, softly taking my hand into hers.

"I'll stay here with you," I whispered, enjoying the warm closeness with my mum.

The next day I wasn't in the mood at all, but I knew it wasn't fair to Bryce to let him be there alone. I didn't get why the whole school had to attend the funeral, when most of them didn't even know him.

"You're here," Bryce smiled at me, receiving a sigh.

"Just for an hour. I can't believe you decided to show up for that asshole," I mumbled, feeling someone's stare.

I looked across of me and saw Ohm. He was talking with our headmaster, but his eyes were telling me he was grateful for me to be here.

"This is about some respect to dead people. Besides, his wife is really glad we're all here," Bryce replied silently, because we both saw the priest walking towards the coffin.

"His wife doesn't know anything about him raping students. And I think she should know that," I whispered.

"We are gathered here to say farewell to Scott Girberg and to commit him into the hands of God," the priest started his speech.

"Just look at her, she has enough problems now, she surely doesn't need to have any others," Bryce replied quickly, looking to his right.

I trailed his gaze, seeing a modest looking woman. Brown long hairs, tearful eyes locked to the coffin, her face without any traces of any makeups. She had a black long dress and black shoes.

"In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," the priest continued.

"He shouldn't be portrayed like a loving and caring husband when he was doing such things," I whispered to Bryce, returning my eyes to the coffin.

"Does it matter now? He's dead anyway, there's nothing they can do about it."

"Lord our God, you are the source of life. In you we live and move and have our being. keep us in life and death in your love, and, by you grace, lead us to your kingdom, Through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen," the priest paused himself for a few seconds, while most people repeated the word Amen.

"Maybe not, but if they say he was an amazing person I'm leaving. I just want everybody to know that he wasn't that great," I pointed out, looking at Ohm again.

"In the Name of God, the merciful Father, we commit the body of Scott to the peace of the grave."

"Are you serious now?" Bryce almost growled, and I quickly looked at him, guilty because he caught me staring at Ohm.

"What?" I whispered, afraid why he was about to say.

"Where's a one pervert, there's always one more," he replied, making me so confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look there," he pointed to his left by his head, looking quickly back at the coffin.

"From dust you came, to dust you shall return. Jesus Christ, our Saviour, shall raise you up on the last day," the priest's next word went into the big blur.

I saw two familiar people, standing behind the group of the students in their own personal space. Even though they both had sun glasses on, I knew too well who they were.

They were the ones who has been staring at me! What the fuck is he doing here? How did he even knew about this funeral? Who invited him?

"I wonder if they knew each other," Bryce mumbled, and I quickly looked away with my racing heart.

"Can you stop staring at them?" I whispered, catching Ohm's confused stare.

"I can, but they obviously can't."

"Just ignore them," I replied, feeling already nervous.

"He wants your attention, Evan. Both of them wants your attention," Bryce announced, and I saw he hadn't stopped staring at them.

That's enough!

"Evan," I heard Bryce's voice behind.

I quickly walked passed by Bryce, confidently walking towards those two.

"Skirtboy," Luke grinned at me, like nothing happened.

"What are you doing here?!" I attacked them.

"I want to fu-" Luke was interrupted by the blue eyed man.

"Hear me out, please," Delirious pleaded, and I looked at him.

"I'm so sorry for what happened, I'm truly sorry. If there..."

He paused himself in the second I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Tilting my head, I noticed Ohm by my side.

"I don't want to disturb your family moment, but-" Ohm started calmly, his eyes glued to Delirious, but was interrupted by Luke.

"Oh, hey there sexy."

I rolled my eyes after Luke's sentence, noticing Delirious's stare on my shoulder, where Ohm had his hand placed.

"Can you stop touching him?" Delirious asked all of the sudden, looking at my teacher with so much fury in his eyes.

"Is there any problem with that?" Ohm replied instantly, not even smiling.

"Shit is about to go down," Luke mumbled, my eyes darted from Delirious to Ohm and back.

"Get your fucking hand off of him," Delirious growled.

He stepped forward, pushing Ohm's arm away from me. My teacher frowned, his always calm expression vanished, changed into the anger as he stepped closer to Delirious.

"What's your problem?" Ohm asked, and I wasn't even able to move.

"You're my problem," Delirious instantly replied.

They were standing so close to each other, both of them full of anger, and the testosterone was filling the air around. I found it kinda attractive, having both of them fighting for my attention.

"You want to do something about that?" Ohm taunted.

"Ok, stop! Both of you, just stop," Luke stepped between them, pushing Delirious away.

"Just wait until I-" Delirious started, but was shut up by Luke, who smashed his hand on the other man's lips.

"Call me, baby," Luke smirked at Ohm, before he pushed Delirious to the car.

What the hell was this all about?!

"I'm so sorry about this," I whispered when
the car drove off.

"That's ok. The lawyer wants to talk to you, Evan," Ohm replied, and I looked at him confused.

"The lawyer? What?" I mumbled, following my teacher towards some man, completely ignoring the funeral.

"Are you Evan Fong?" The man asked, and I nodded.

"Can I talk with you in a private?" He continued.

"I'll catch you after the funeral," Ohm announced, leaving us alone.

"My name's Richard Blair. It seems that Scott knew about his murderers coming after him. He wrote down his will before they killed him, and according to that, he bequeathed everything he had to you. And let me tell you, you don't need to worry about finding a job any time soon."