POV: Clazer Oath
15th June 2021,

Kabir leaned in slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me.

His embrace was warm, his thin hands wrapped around me as if seeking protection. The feeling was so promising that I started to melt. I was hugged after such a long time, long after being shut off for so long when my mom died. The hug made me feel alive again. Maybe, just maybe this was what I had been searching for a real friend.

I felt like there was someone else in the room for a minute, someone other than us. But I was wrong.

"Please take a seat..." he took a step back and pointed towards the bed, standing in front of me. The door was locked and I knew he won't let me pass through without listening to him. I just walked towards the bed and sat on one of the corners.

He walked and sat in the middle of the bed, two feet away from me.

"You know Clazer, I always thought I will be your friend but I know you are not interested in talking to many because you are rich, " he said with red eyes.

"This is the fucking worst not all rich hate poor," I ranted at him.

"Now that you said, can we be friends?" He said letting his body fall over the bed and stretching his legs as far as he can placing his hands behind his head. He turned his head to look at me.

" Can I ask you something?" I ignored his question.

Yes, he nodded,

"You have a girlfriend... why are you here? Just go sleep with her."

"I already did sleep with her, but somewhere I know she is not the ideal for me. Can we at least be friends?" he asked again,

"No, we can't!" I scoffed.

"See all rich people are the same" he continued his talk about rich and poor freaking annoying.

The room had two windows, one facing north, the other east and one door facing west, for the second time I felt that there was someone other than us, near those Windows.

"I was adopted at the age of 5, and my new family included dad, mom and their one daughter same age as me.

My dad's a bit of a drinker. He used to beat mom every day, because of this, my sister was so scared.
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Why did he beat us? Even we didn't know why he was behaving that way.
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Things got worse when mom took a divorce and we were separated. She gave my custody to him because she never loved me and took my sister instead.
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She shifted to London.
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That's how I get my bruises all over my body. And, theoretically, my self-induced scars.
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But, what hurts worse is the insecurity. The internal broken feeling that only a person exposed to abuse can experience.
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It's like this; those mental scars are a tapering factor in the serenity of domestic life.
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They cause agony that can only be seen on the inside.
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The pain that no one else sees because... well, no one else cares.
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Things start getting worse every day. I was shivering like hell every time I heard him park his car.
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Every time he arrived home, I was like, Is he happy? If not... will he beat me up?
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If he was happy, will I make him sad?
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I was 7 when I started cooking for myself, I ate uncooked food in the start, I survived on milk, I burned my hands.
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He used to come home with his stomach full of food but never asked me "Did you eat anything?"
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I grew with this mental and physical torture every day.
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I prayed every fucking day. He started to change when I was 13, he realized his mistake, he stopped beating me.
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Everything was fine until that day.
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When he started working for his new Boss. Mrs. Deroz was her name.
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She had a hospital here in California. My dad was a doctor.
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One of Mrs. Deroz's acquaintances needed him, he was their family doctor, it was urgent. But it was my birthday, I didn't want him to go. All my friends were at home.
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I stopped him. He slapped me and threw my cake away. The trauma was back.
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"Why don't you just die?" He asked me. That was his birthday wish for me now.
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I know Mrs. Deroz was blackmailing my father.
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My friends laughed at me. They named it a lame action party,  made fun of me in school.
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I sat there, tears pricking my eyes, pale hands trembling with fear and sadness. I've been trying to block out the screams, but now it's impossible, it's ripping my heart.
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Mrs. Deroz's acquaintance was having a fever.
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When I saw you Clazer, I felt like I should talk to you. Because you were just as lonely as I was, I never want anyone to be alone.
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My friends wanted a party, or they would just leave me alone.
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So I organized this because he is out of town.
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I hate that Deroz family head, Mrs. Deroz, I wish they could understand the pain they caused me.

Every time they called him for an appointment, he used to beat me after returning. I want my father to realize the pain he gave me. I want my mom to be helpless too.
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I knew Clazer.... You Can help me,
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"You have a girlfriend! Tell this story to her. I am going home." I stood up and rushed towards the door before he could stop me.

"Wait," he said and didn't move an inch to stop me from leaving.

I walked out of the party straight to my car.
"Hey Clazer" a girl called out to me. She was Shruti, Kabir's girlfriend.

"I know you saw me and Kabir in the room, please don't share our privacy! We are kind of a secret right now."

"I understand, I won't. Maybe he needs your help..." I said and headed home.

Tears dropped from my eyes the moment I entered my room, My walls, the walls that held me up, made me strong, just... collapsed. Moment by moment, they fell. Salty drops fell from my chin, drenching my shirt. Perhaps these tears could help me. I pressed my head against the wall...... You are innocent labor, I wish I had the courage to face you. I'm trembling. I can't-can't stop. Even as I press my hand against the wall it shakes, it trembles. It's raw, everything, raw tears, raw emotions. I can't stop... I can't stop. Why can I not stop crying?

To be continued....