Chapter 288 - Nine Years Ago Part Two. (1/2)

She narrated how everything happened to Muchen, starting from when she danced at the club and Leo had asked her to be his Cinderella.

Muchen sighed when he heard Weiyoung's name again. Truthfully, he was already tired of hearing that name. But he just had to keep shut and pay attention.

She explained how Weiyoung had gotten angry and asked her to not do it and narrated to the point where it escalated to Weiyoung trying to smoke and that crazy man had attacked them.

After Weiyoung ran away, she continued to wail on the ground because of the punch he had landed on her belly. As much as she tried, she could not get up easily.

All she could do was continue to pray for Weiyoung to come with help.

Even though she could fight, she was just a little teenager and he was somewhat big and really violent so, she could not actually measure up to him.

She saw him giving her an eerie grin and it scared the hell out of her.

'Is he going to kill me?' She asked herself in fright.

She did not want to die. She wanted to live. So she tried her best to stand up but before she could, he pushed her back on the ground and sat on her belly.

She almost threw up, screamed, tried to wriggle her way out and beg him to let her be. But he seemed to not care about her as he only had that eerie smile plastered on his face.

She paused the narration and closed her eyes. She had tried for years not to ever remember that moment. But now, she had to tell him everything about herself. Everything he should know. Because she knew how it happened in the movies; It was going to turn messy if he heard from someone else and now, she did not know what Fuji was planning.

They were both currently inside a nicely furnished room and had both just finished helping the other to blow dry their hairs after having dinner that was set by Mr Lin.

Now, they were both sitting on the bed with their backs resting on the many pillows and a duvet covering them as she narrated.

His hand did not ever leave her shoulder. He wanted her to know that he was still there. He wanted her to know that no matter how bad her life had been, he would not drop that hand from her shoulder.

He trusted his love for her that much!

As much as he wanted her to stop talking, he knew she had to say it out to be a bit free from it.

His gaze was dark because he could vaguely guess where the story was heading to.

He squeezed her shoulder gently to remind her that he was still there with her and when she turned to look at his eyes with her teary eyes, she shook her head.

”He did not do... that. Whatever you are thinking, he did not do it.” She assured him.

Muchen had not wanted to show it, but he sighed in relief when he heard her. He could not imagine a young Sara going through such trauma.

”But he tried. He...he even.. even tore my clothes” She stammered and avoided his gaze.

She had screamed when he tore her clothes and remembered how he had continued to hit her even when she pleaded.

He was simply a psycho!

At that time, she desperately prayed for Weiyoung to send help. She could only put her faith and fate in Weiyoung's hands.

When she was only left in her underwear with her clothes torn to shreds, she knew things were not going to be easy.

She desperately used her hands to search for anything on the floor. Anything at all to help save herself from the beast that was trying to violate her.

And that was when she touched it. It was a knife. Probably the man's knife.

She gripped it like her life depended on it.

It was either he killed her or she killed him. And, she did not want to die.

Maybe the knife was a gift from God to her—or probably the devil.

Swiftly, she used the knife.

It was as if her hand had a mind of its own. Because it worked without her brain registering what was happening.

She had stabbed his left eye and felt the blood sprinkle all over her face even as he screamed.

She used her remaining energy to push him away and he hit his head on a brick when he fell.

Everything happened so fast. She screamed when she saw what she had done and the blood all over her hands.

She looked at her hands with wide opened eyes and her hands began to tremor

She noticed the man had already stopped wailing in pain and the only thing that came to her mind was —She had murdered someone.

”I... I was only fifteen” She cried and buried her head on Muchen's chest with her hands now wrapped around his neck.

”I killed a man when I was fifteen years old. I was... I was so scared.. So terrif—” She could not complete her words and cried even louder

Muchen felt his throat tighten. He released his clenched hands and moved it to her back to console her.

His throat felt somewhat comfortable and his eyes began to blink rapidly.

He knew instantly what was happening to him. He had not felt this way in a long time. He had not cried for anyone in a really long time. But then, he felt his own tears drop from his face and landed on her hair.

”I could not believe I killed someone at that age. I was always a playful and innocent child. But my life was ruined from that moment.”

She said as she continued to cry.

”It's okay” Muchen finally spoke after controlling his own emotions.

”He was a useless man. He deserved to die. Even if you hadn't killed him, I would have done so now.” He said with dark eyes.