Love By Psychopaths
CHAPTER 21 _____________ DARREL MEETING WITH DEA

(note): Still continued flashback and Darrel prov...

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"Seeing your last name with Kaveleri doesn't mean you can disguise yourself as a rich kid" one of them chimed in by pressing the nametag I used.

"Let me see first, it's real or fake" said the other, taking my name.

"Return... Return it" I said while slightly stammered with fear.

After hearing my voice, they immediately laughed out loud.

"You talk! I thought you were mute!" the other word.

"Please give it back quickly" I said pleading while trying to take my nametag.

"Hurry and take it and you'll get it" the boy said, raising his hand high.

I began to try to recapture my mouth, more intensively. Some of their laughter grew louder, sometimes even mocking me strongly.

...PLACARD.......

My slap accidentally, made the cheeks of the child who took my nametag redden.

"Ma... I'm sorry I didn't mean it" I said.

"Curtain! Get him out!" yelled the boy.

A couple of kids took me to the roof, and beat me there. Although the result was battered but I got my nametag back.

I'm back in a bruise. I saw my father at the dinner table, because this is dinner. He didn't see my bruise at all even when I was in front of him. I doubt if I am his son.

After dinner, as usual, I studied until late at night. Shortly after I was about to fall asleep I heard a knock on the door from the outside.

She's a housekeeper here. But he was the closest I was, because I was taken care of by him since childhood. She is an old aunt who already has 3 children, all of them are adults.

"Of course bi" I said slowly.

Shortly after, Aunt Maria started to enter and closed the door. He rubbed my bruised face slowly.

"Are you fighting Nang?" ask aunt Maria.

"I was beaten because of this nametag" I said, pointing at the nametag on my desk.

Aunty just looked at me with pity, she felt so cute. How can the son of an influential family be treated like this.

"I'm sorry aunt Nang, you know you didn't let auntie in before" explained aunt Maria as she rubbed the ointment on my face.

I know Aunt Maria won't lie. Indeed in this house no one can disturb my study time, that is the unwritten rule in this house.

I don't know why from then on I was targeted by Jared and his friends. That was the worst thing that happened during the early days of school.

As usual, I was taken to the barn to beat them up. Today the reason they beat me is because my scar is gone.

While slightly nodding, I cornered myself in the warehouse. Until the barn door opens signifies that someone is entering. As usual I wiped my tears, and said I was fine. That's what I've always said, and damn it they believe.

"It... That, such a wound would leave an old mark if left unchecked" said the person, sounding more like a girl while giving the ointment to me.

"This is not an expensive ointment, but it will make the bruise reduced and... It will give a slight cold sensation to the wound" continued the child back while rubbing a little ointment to me.

I looked at the boy's face in full. She was a beautiful and gentle child, although it looked a few bruises on her as well.

'Dea' I said inwardly when I saw the girl's nametag.

But what amazes me is that the girl's name is Dea just Dea with no surname or last name.