CHAPTER 7

Kian

Just then, suddenly, I felt as if someone was watching me. I felt coldness from my right side. My eyes quickly turned in that direction, but there wasn't anyone there at all.

“What happened?” Ron asked.

“Nothing. I think we should walk around instead of sitting here.”

Ron stood up right away after hearing me, and we both walked around the park. While talking and walking, we didn't realize when it became evening.

“Ugh, my legs are hurting right now. We have walked around the park for almost four hours. It's more than enough,” I whined.

But Ron was looking perfectly fine. I guess he really did have great stamina from going to the gym. Which made me jealous, so I smacked him on the head.

“Piggy, why did you hit me? What did I do?” he complained.

“You deserve that beating.” I started walking out of the park, and he followed right after me.

We ate dinner, and I really enjoyed spending time with him. Once our dinner was done, I booked a taxi for myself.

“Are you sure you'll be fine going alone? At least let me come and drop you off. Then I'll come back in the same taxi.”

How could I let Ron come and drop me off when the hotel he was staying at was nearby?

“You don't need to. I would be fine. Just go to your hotel already.”

I waved my hand as I got inside the taxi. Then the taxi driver started driving. I was looking outside through the window.

“Young man, you seem happy. What happened? I also have a son your age, but he always seems depressed.”

Suddenly, the driver's voice reached my ears. I looked ahead and saw that the driver was a middle-aged man. He was looking at me through the rearview mirror as he asked the question.

“Ah, yes. I met my friend, that's why I was happy. And kids these days have lots of things to deal with. That's why your son seems depressed,” I replied.

I don't really know what depression, trauma, or stress is because I never had any of them. I've always been a carefree and happy person. I hope I never get any of those things because I want to continue living like this.

“How old are you, by the way? You seem young, and your face is so beautiful that I almost mistook you for a girl,” the driver said.

I was about to reply when my mobile suddenly rang. When I took it out, I saw that it was an unknown number. I don't answer numbers that aren't saved in my contacts, so I just hung up the call and put my mobile down beside me on the seat.

But it kept ringing again and again, to the point that even the driver was looking at me. In the end, I just answered the call.

“Hello, who is this?” I asked.

“Kian, did you forget about me this soon? It's me, Cassian.”

I was honestly shocked. How did he get my number? I didn't remember giving him my mobile number. How did he get it?

“Why aren't you replying, bunny?” he said over the phone.

“Huh? Who are you calling bunny? And I’m in the taxi right now. Let’s talk when I get back.”

I hung up the call after saying that. I took a deep breath, and that’s when I noticed the driver looking at me through the rearview mirror.

“What happened, Mister?” I asked.

He smiled. “No, nothing happened.” But his smile seemed rather fake. I don’t know why.

I ignored him and moved closer to the window. I touched the glass while looking outside. But just then, the car suddenly stopped.

My attention went back to the driver. “What happened, Mister? Why did you stop the car? We haven’t arrived yet.”

The driver didn’t say anything. Instead, he opened his door and stepped out of the car. Then, he suddenly came around to my side and opened the door.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked.

My heart was beating so fast with fear. The moment he opened the door, that mister slapped me and pushed me back onto the seat.

“You’re cute. Let me fuck you, or else things will really get dirty.”

I tried to push the man away from me, but he didn’t even budge from his place.

“Let me go. Can’t you see I’m a guy?”

“I know you’re a guy. But it’s your fault for being this pretty. Now let me taste you.”

He started kissing my neck. It was disgusting, and I was feeling so much fear from it. It felt like he was going to pull my skin off my body.

Both my hands were on his chest, pushing him back. That’s when, suddenly, he was pulled away from me with a swift movement.