Keenan, that's my name. Since I was little, I lived with that noise, punches, slaps, and broken objects, almost emptying the house. I asked my mother why my father hit her, and my mother answered "Keenan, your father loves mr. He's just tired, that's why he's like that," and that sentence taught me that my father did that because he loved my mother.

That's what I learned, nothing else, until I became the person I am now and met her. she has a sweet smile, i want to own her. yes, a possession. then i often take her, drag her, even say rude things to her, because i want her to know that i like her. she should know.

I often make she be around me, forcefully because she always avoids and hides from me. I got annoyed, so one day I intentionally slapped her when she called me a bastard, I wanted to know that she shouldn't have said that to me, and she should know that slap was a form of my liking for her. but at that time there was a feeling of pain in my heart, pain, and I was confused. the corner of her lips was bleeding, her cheeks were red and bruised, and her honey brown eyes were like melted honey, she was crying, looking at me with a look of hatred instead of an understanding look.

Why? What's wrong? She was even shaking as if she saw me as a monster. My body froze, I couldn't even move, as if I felt guilty. But why should I feel like this? She should know that I did that because I like her.

But that day, I knew the reason! After returning home with a feeling that made my heart feel unhappy, I saw again, my mother was beaten by my father. I saw it with my own eyes, my mother was crying, in pain, her body trembling, just like she was at that time. And I just realized, that was not a form of love, my mother was lying to me.

At that moment I barged in, a hard punch flew across my father's face, my heart filled with anger, regret, and hatred. All this time I didn't give her my love, but I gave her pain, just like my mother felt, and I turned into a monster like my father did.

Days passed, my father was rushed to the hospital after the incident and I don't feel sorry for ending up him in the hospital. Days passed, weeks passed, I avoided her, I didn't even have the face to approach her and didn't deserve her forgiveness.

but I accidentally saw her again, this time it wasn't her smile that I saw from a distance, but tears. at that moment my feelings boiled, just like when I saw my mother being beaten by my father, as if tears had now become the thing I hated to see the most.

I walked towards her with heavy steps, I punched the two men standing there, and I grabbed the hair of the two women who were hitting her. I made the two men fall helplessly, and I made the two women faint.Just the two of us, when I stepped in, she cowered as if she was afraid, and wary of me. damn, I scared her. but my anger boiled even more when I saw the corner of her lip and her knees was bleeding.

I growled lowly, as I pulled her wrist, not roughly, gently but still able to bring her onto my back. "shut up," I said coldly, not knowing what else to say, but she also stayed quiet behind my back as I carried her.