Since it was a holiday, Charlie had invited me out to go to the bookstore with him since he wanted to check a few good books that he had been waiting eagerly for and as someone who appreciated the well-written ones, I was also tempted to tag along.

"Can we stop by a place before going there? I've got to meet my uncle- well my mom's brother-in-law, would that be okay with you?" He asked politely and I couldn't refuse him since it did not seem like too much of a bother anyway.

"Sure...we can do that" I agreed and his face visibly brightened up making me feel happy. There were times when he behaved completely like a golden retriever with all his feelings reflecting on his face.

We stopped near a less used street which ended near a business firm which used to flourish at one time but had suffered quite a huge blow after the death of it's previous CEO.

"Does he work in the company?" I asked him since there wasn't any else possible explanation for meeting him in the street which was ever rarely used by anyone anymore.

"He used to...but resigned recently, you know how it is, no one's willing to work in there anymore." He shrugged.

It wasn't a surprise, afterall why would anyone want to stick to a company that's on the verge of collapse?

"So he's moving out of the town for a new job. My aunt - his wife, works in Chon Buri so he's planning to move there and look for new opportunities." He explained.

And it wasn't long before we reached our stop. An older man looking somewhat around 50 was waiting for us in the alley.

"Sawasdee khap uncle" Charlie and I greeted him and he smiled politely.

They both started talking in chinese due to which I could not guess the topic of discussion but assumed that it must be related to the job and shifting.

His uncle kept glancing at me from time to time with a different kind of look in his eyes which made me a little uncomfortable but thankfully the brief meeting ended soon enough inhibiting my discomfort.

"I didn't know you spoke Chinese?" I casually mentioned.

"Ah well...I am half-chinese" He smiled sheepishly.

"My mother's Chinese but I mostly take after my dad, so I have Thai features."

"Ohh" I nodded at him as we continued to talk about a number of other things. It wasn't long before we reached the bookstore. We explored the store thoroughly, bought books that piqued our interest and then read them while sitting in a nearby park. The whole day was over in the blink of an eye and even though I didn't want the enjoyable moments to end, we had to part ways eventually.

"So cold" I murmured to myself before asking one of the bodyguards to bring me a glass of warm water.

Around 5 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and Ken entered through it. He looked the least interested and had a little wicked expression while bringing me the glass.

Seeing him made me wonder what was going on in his mind but the question didn't last for long.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he tripped and poured the hot water directly onto my hand and clothes.

I winced but did not react too much even though the burning sensation was painful. I had planned to let him go without making a big deal out of it since it was just an accident and he was probably apologetic for what happened but the very first words that came out of his mouth wrecked all my delusions.

"Why did you not catch it?" His way of talking immediately reflected his perception of me. To him I was just another insignificant addition to the Teerpanyakul house and did not matter much due to which he was convinced that there was no need of maintaining any courtesy with me or treating me like a member of the family should be treated.

I scoffed lightly in disbelief.

"Can you do anything at all?" He had the audacity to laugh.

"I don't even know what this family saw in you to bring in an abandoned rock, perhaps this is also just one of their charities-

For some unknown reason I could not control my actions and ended up swiftly taking his gun that was kept away safely in the holster, pulled the slide and aimed it directly at his head.

"Did the fact that my husband doesn't treat me the way he should give you confidence that you have the right to treat me however the hell you want? I try to tolerate everything he does because of a reason, but I am not obliged to do the same with you. Disrespect me like that for one more time and I'll make sure that you get buried in a completely isolated place, thousand miles away from Teerpanyakul residence so that not even your soul will be able to float back." I said in a calm tone but with enough authority in my voice to pressurize him. I could see a glint of fear clearly in his eyes, afterall no matter what, I was also a part of the main family which meant I could very well be true to my words.

"Vegas hired you to look after me, didn't he?......you will not be serving me from tomorrow, get yourself associated with any other department if you need a job." I lowered the gun as I informed him, and he looked taken aback.

"You cannot do that!" He protested.

"Oh you have no idea what I am capable of doing honey" My eyes were widened and I knew that they held an emotion nowhere close to being one of sanity.

"You will regret doing it! I'll make sure Khun Vegas gets to know about this!" He continued to threaten me hoping I would cower away at his name and retract the order but I had no such intentions.

"The door's right behind you~" I motioned towards the door and even though from his eyes I could see his urge to put a bullet into my head, I could also see a slight terror in his eyes.

After he left, I instantly closed the door and proceeded to attend to my wound.

"Thankfully the water wasn't too hot. Medicine will work just fine." I thought as I dressed it up to prevent it from being grazed against anything as well as to keep it hygienic.

"Looks like not everyone has accepted me yet" I sighed as I thought about the people who disliked me amidst all my loved ones.

As I was sitting on the bed feeling rather numb, my phone rang and a notification popped up.

It was a message from Charlie. I opened it to find a screenshot of a scene from a series that he had been watching.

"Ae Shia Romeo" the character was looking completely pissed over a matter unknown to me.

"Aren't they the cutest?" Was what he had messaged me. He promised to show me the scene the next day in class after flaunting about good the series was. It somehow made me curious and before I could realise, I had already forgotten about the recently inflicted wound.

It wasn't long before Vegas came into the room looking mildly wrathful.

"Did you order Ken to stop working for you?" He sternly interrogated.

"Yes" I answered directly.

"You always prefer doing whatever the hell you want, don't you?" He looked furious making me wonder how much had Ken fabricated the whole story before telling him about it.

"He-" I tried to explain hoping that he would be willing to listen to my side of the story but that ofcourse wasn't the case.

"I had hired him only because uncle had asked me to hire someone who would look after you from the shadows." He snarled.

"But ofcourse why would care about any of that?" He scoffed still not letting me out even a single vibration.

"You just know how to do whatever you feel like doing and have no respect for someone else's decisions or care! And anyway, what was the problem that you actually had with him huh?" He said in an interrogatory voice even though he did not want to hear any answer.

"Were you afraid of him interrupting your sweet time with that 'friend' of yours?" He said clearly convicting me of cheating with the way he voiced his words.

My ears perked up and I looked up immediately.

"What do you mean?" I asked just to be sure if he actually meant what I understood it to be.

"Don't play fool Pete. You know it very well already. I meant exactly what you understood." He had a mocking smirk on his face.

"Don't test the limits Vegas" I tried to warn him.

"Limits? Do you know what it even means? It's significance? Or anything about it at all?" He scoffed. His eyes were wide and held a look close to disbelief in them.

"Weren't you just scared of us finding about you and that little lover of yours-" He tried to blatantly label me as a cheater to which I could no longer not react.

Thus, he was interrupted mid-sentence by a slap across the face.

"What do you even think of yourself? To accuse me of cheating? What's wrong with you?" I asked in the calmest tone possible that was laced with disbelief.

"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO STOP ME FROM DOING ANYTHING?!! He's just a friend and anyway Charlie is way better than you, atleast he is willing to listen to my side unlike you, who's so full of himself that he doesn't even want to hear the whole story..." I felt my throat closing up as my voice trembled and cracked towards the end. I stormed out of the room, into the desolate balcony to make sure he didn't even get a glint of the shimmer in my eyes that was threatening to flow out.

"He doesn't even care about me in the least, then why do his words affect me so much? Why must this love prove to be so poisonous to me? Why can't I let go of everything? Why must I suffer so much?" I mumbled to myself as I tried my best to stop tears. My hands were clutching the railing of the balcony as I was struggling to keep my feet that were itching to climb the railing and jump off , on the ground.

The desire to end life is often fueled by a series of events, a series of misfortunes and sufferance that makes us plead the heavens to let us die. It is often not just one event that makes us feel miserable, rather it is one final instance that pushes us beyond our limits of tolerance, making us take unimaginable steps.