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[Welcome to the final chapter of Reece’s journey. Sorry to have this come to an end. I loved this story so much and I still love it to this day. In a few months, I’ll be deciding with my colleague if I should make a sequel or not. So, here we go. Chapter 20.]
Reece’s POV~
“My life so far to this day has been a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster of happiness, depression, drugs, the yakuza, and stress. When I look back into it, I feel like I nailed most of what I had as goals in life. My goals of meeting back with the yakuza, becoming rich and maybe…fall in love.”
“As you can see, I’ve achieved most of the goals in my life. I’ve made friends with my middle school, high school, college, and my elementary school from America. With my friends, I know I can receive true happiness and satisfaction. I felt like I belonged in this world as who I am and the way I acted.”
“I used to live my life off anime and manga from America and Japan. Thinking that being a ‘shota’ and dreaming of the classic babe magnets from my sister’s porn magazines. I knew I had high expectations from my family but I felt like it wasn’t important. I can live my life how I want…right?”
“In order to find the true meaning of life, I have to search for it. I believe that I have found it. In you, my love. But can you satisfy me? You are dear to me. I wouldn’t want to lose you in any way.”
“My thoughts mostly involve the endless battles of the scars of my past and the new bruises from the present. Can you see it, my dear? The scars on my heart and the bruises to my pride? Can you see and feel the pain I feel of my battles with myself?”
“You ask where my parents are. I’d be obliged to not answer that question but I would be hiding myself in my own pride. That’s not something to be very proud of, hm? Now..my parents? My parents. How difficult. Ignorant. I met them when I was young and disowned them in elementary school. My mother was always a loud, energetic woman. My father being the exact opposite. They were like the perfect couple…on the outside.”
“My mother was a drug addict and my father would go to work at the club. My mother smelled of smoke every time I hugged her. My father was the only one who I could talk to. He would hang around the library at weekdays and I would follow and ask him about the meaning of life. ‘Huh? The meaning of life? What an odd question…but I’ll answer the best I can.’ He was always so relaxed, which drew me to him.
‘The meaning of life, huh? I guess you could say.. The meaning of life itself is based on the choices and opinions you make everyday while you’re living. The choices you make on others may make an impact on others and draw them to you as well. Life… It’s an opportunity to live on the solid earth and take as many experiences as you can before your time runs out.'”
“I’ve always lived off that answer. ‘Hm.. Thank you Dad. It helps a lot.’ I would reply to him. He would smile and ruffle my hair for a response. Whenever I asked about Mother, he would hesitate. As if he was scared to talk about her. My mother and father were beautiful people. Even with wrinkles, they looked beautiful. But that wasn’t my mother. My mother isn’t a stoner.”
“I stopped talking to them since I traveled to America. When I came back, my grandmother asked of me to return home immediately. I was to have a baby brother and to live at my sister’s apartment. It was the only apartment close to my old school. I avoided contact with Mother and Father. They were useless to me. When I learned that they had lied, I felt betrayed. Sure, they were watching over me and missing me. But they didn’t love me enough to say it to my face. That they missed me and wanted me back.”
“Clara. My dear sister Clara. I looked up to her when I was younger. But she hated me. She wanted to be the only child and I just followed along, trying my best to appease her. Yet she still acted like she hated me. I gave up when I entered elementary school. I figured it was a waste of time and air and that’s how our rivalry started. I missed those times when we would get along for a while but then she would mysteriously threaten me. She died years ago due to her mild case of depression.”
“Oh? You’d like to hear about my life in middle school and high school? I bet you’d think it would be quite the laugh. Get ready. Storytime begins now!”
“My middle school life was… Exciting? I had the girls fawn over me and constantly be chased. My love life was very distant. I was very in love with a guy named…oh, well I can’t say who really. It would be spoiling….
So, I was very much in love with him, until he had dumped me for his stalker. It was heartbreaking but there was another boy in the picture… Kusa-kun.”
“You wonder who is Kusa-kun? My, that’s another story all together. I’ll tell you that once you’re older.
Now, about Kusa-kun, I had met him a while back when I first moved back from America. He knew me as Hazuki, not my American name Reece. I prefer Hazuki from now on though. Anyways, he fell in love with me and confessed at the sundown of Clara’s funeral. I know. Worst place to confess your love to another. Oh well. I accepted his love and found myself growing love for him back. That is, until the ex came back in.”
“When he came back, Kusa felt threatened and scared to lose me to my ex. I assured to Kusa that it was okay but no… He didn’t have much trust for me.”
I pull down my shirt to the scar of Kusa’s bullet on my chest. “He shot me when I had visited him that rotten day. I was worried since he had called me for an emergency. His last words?
‘If Xander thinks he can have you, just wait until he sees this. You are mine, Hazuki. Forever.‘”
“Luckily, I survived and my yakuza group and my ex had visited me after that. I was in a deep sleep for around a month and it was unbearing. I felt sorry for making them worry. But.. I couldn’t rest easy just yet. Kusa arrived with quite shocking news..”
“Kusa had raped me in my sleep. A few times actually. To the point where I felt a pain in my butt for around a month. He was killed immediately after by my second-in-command Danny. I didn’t know fucking people in their sleep was a fetish Kusa had. Although I had sold my body around after graduation in 5th grade, I never had the full experience. Kusa truly did take my virginity but I didn’t let it stop me.”
“After that I was checked out and went back to school in welcoming arms. I graduated and went into college, meeting my true love. He really was all I had hoped for. Isn’t that right, my dear?”
I felt a hand on my shoulder as I looked up to see the love of my life with a smile. “Yes, my love.” He leaned down to kiss my lips as I smile in pure happiness.
“You see, Eric, that’s how my life was. From now, I do regret some of my decisions and wish that I could move from my past but it will take some recovery.”
Across from me sat my son, Eric, in a fancy-styled chair. He was hanging onto the edge of his seat as his small legs dangled from the chair. His purple eyes sparked with excitement as his messy blonde hair was all over the place. We were now living in the mansion Kent had bought. I was with my lover, son, and group of friends & yakuza. I had finally found the one whom I would share my life with.
James.
~End of Chapter 20~
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