The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 39: Prisoner

Night’s P.O.V

One Week Later…

“Why are you just sitting there staring at your breakfast? Eat!”

I looked up at the man who called himself my father, and once again, thought about the hell I had been going through for the last few days.

“I’m not hungry.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

To be honest, this mansion, this large house with its heart of stone…it was slowly suffocating the life out of me and if I stayed here any longer…I was afraid I would become just like the inhabitants of this stone house. Stone cold statues that only knew business.

My mother frowned from across the table, her makeup pristine even this early in the morning and not a single hair out of place. However, no amount of makeup could hide the look of disapproval in her dark brown eyes.

“Night…if this is about you quitting that dorm, then you really need to grow up!” She sighed, picking up her coffee cup with perfectly manicured red nails. “We’re doing this for your own good. Your fiancé is returning home next month and after that, we will announce your engagement to the world. Don’t you think it’s time you stopped fooling around already?”

Once again, I didn’t know weither to laugh or cry at the casual tone of her voice.

Who were these people? Had they always been like this? So nonchalant and cold? Or was I only just realizing this?

“Here.” Something slid across the table right then, and I realized that it was a new phone.

It didn’t matter to me what design or company it was anymore. That thing was nothing more than a black box that was about to monitor my every move from now on.

“Dad…I told you. I don’t need a new phone. I want my old phone b-”

“Use that from now on.” My father sighed, dismissing my pleas once again. “Your old phone was discarded of. You are about to start a new life. It’s better to start everything anew.”

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. One slow breath after the other.

I had recovered from my fever already, thanks to our family physician. But unfortunately, my fever was the only thing he could cure, not my attraction towards men.

I took the phone unwillingly, knowing that this probably had a tracker, or some kind of device that they could use to monitor me; my calls and my texts.

But what I needed was my old phone. It held all the contacts from a long time ago. All my friends, my work contacts as a model and most importantly…Kai’s number.

Ever since I was taken out of the hospital, I had no idea what had been going on with him.

Had he called me at all? Had he been worried about me? Had he tried to reach me even once? Did he…miss me the way I missed him?

But my phone had been taken away that very day and it was also the time since when my parents had started to act strangely.

Not only was my phone confiscated, but they were now telling me to move out of the dorm and into the house, where I would be sent to and from my faculty every day by a chauffeur driven car.

This felt like high school all over again…when that vile man had done things to me that I hadn't wanted. But in the end, I was the one who had to leave school, leave everything behind because if the news came out, my father’s reputation would be ruined.

My father had hated it when I had gotten gigs for ads and modeling. He had hated it when I had earned my first paycheck. Because to him, it was a disgrace that a member of the Winters family had been earning pocket change from such mediocre work.

And now…I don’t know why but I had this feeling that something had happened. The night that Kai had admitted me to the hospital was the night everything changed; and I can’t help but wonder as to what had happened that caused this change.

“If you don’t finish your breakfast, Night, I’m not allowing you to go to school either.” I heard my mother call out finally, making my eyes snap to hers.

“You’re threatening to stop my education because I don’t feel hungry?” I narrowed my eyes at her, having had enough of this bullshit.

“We’re not threatening you…yet.” My father added from the side. “But we will if you even think about going back to that dorm.”

“Fine.” I told him, sighing.

“What?” My mother’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re agreeing to it?”

“Yes, I am.” I nodded. “But in turn, I will be staying at the condo instead. Not this house. This house feels like a prison to me!”

“You’re calling a 2 billion dollar house a prison?” My father scoffed, slamming his coffee cup down on the table. “Then you must be the luckiest prisoner alive!”

“I wish that were the case, dad.” I stood up from the table suddenly, my chair scraping against the floor with a shrill noise. “But having you control me like a puppet every single second of every day is worse than being in prison.”

Before I knew what was happening, I head snapped to the side, the sting on my cheek from the resounding slap taking a while to register as my brain processed it all.

“You ungrateful little brat!” My father spat at me. “The more I try to believe that you’re getting better, the more you make me rethink everything! This is my future?” He asked my mother while gesturing towards me in disgust. “This ungrateful boy is going to be the heir to the company? How can he take care of my estate if he doesn’t even know how to take care of his own mess?”

“Honey,” my mother came rushing to his side, pulling him away from me before he could hit me again. “That’s enough. Please. If he leaves the dorm then everything will be okay. Let him stay in the condo.”

My father gave me a look of disgust before walking out of the room, my mother following behind him without another word.

It was only after the two of them had left the room that I finally let out a shaky breath…and crumbled to the floor as my legs gave out from under me. My heart hammered against my chest like a hummingbird fighting to break free.

I took deep, calming breaths, closing my eyes momentarily as I heard movement around the room. The maids were probably here to clean away the plates from the table. But they were used to the sight already. They knew exactly what went on in this house, behind the veil of a perfect family.

Placing a hand on my heart, I patted my chest, telling myself that this will all be over one day and my parents will finally come to realize who I really was. But when was that day going to arrive?

Standing up from the floor on shaky breath, I went to collect the phone that was still laid out on the now empty table. But what caught my eye was the small ice pack neck to it.

A small smile formed on my face as I took the cool pack and placed it on my cheek that I knew would be red from my father’s slap.

Looks like the maids in this house cared more about me than my own parents.

Collecting the phone, I finally headed out of the house with my backpack slung over my shoulders to the car waiting in front of the mansion.

Looking back at the huge establishment, I sighed in disdain. What was the point of having all this money if someone is still stuck in their stone aged mindset?

When will my parents realize that buying me a new cell phone and transferring me to a new condo won’t change the person I am at heart?