It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 30: They didn’t believe me. No one did

Chapter 30: They didn’t believe me. No one did

I was shocked and couldn’t move as my body was still trembling. I couldn’t think straight either as I was being haunted by his creepy smile. My body trembled.

"Hyung." They called and approached me, throwing the lamp pole down. "Are you alright?"

I looked at them, my senses coming back to me. They looked genuinely worried and I... I was glad that they did not find me disgusting.

Then, it hit me that they had committed murder. They had murdered their own father and it was all because of me.

"Quick, undo the belt." I said and while Seojun did that, Seojin caressed my face with his hands, saying,

"We’re glad you’re okay, Hyung."

Yeah, they would do anything for me but I couldn’t afford to implicate them so I took them upstairs, instructed them to take a bath and throw the bloody clothes into the fireplace, light it up, and make sure everything burned down completely.

I also warned them to never speak of this, and never let anyone know that they were there when their father died.

They were good kids who would listen to me so there was no problem. They just had to do what I said.

They nodded and went to do as I had instructed while I decided to clear up any evidence that would point to them participating in the murder. Unfortunately, while trying to get rid of the pole with their fingerprints, I was caught by one of Mr Kim’s cleaners. And of course, she screamed for help, saying I had murdered Mr Kim.

The police came over soon after while the guards and maids kept me in check. They had no idea what had happened but I was sure they had a clue since I was in the study.

There was no way they wouldn’t know what their boss was up to with young boys in his study. They just wanted to do their job and not mind their boss’s business. And since I resulted in murder, it was already out of their hands and they could not help me at all.

I was just glad my grandmother wasn’t aware of what was going on yet. Though, I was sure one of her colleagues would call her right away.

Ugh. My body trembled in fear.

I was naked at the time with only a cloth around my waist so they ’kindly’ offered me a pair of shorts to wear while waiting for the police to arrive.

The twins watched with irritated expressions as I was taken away but I was glad that they didn’t interfere. They had at least changed into clean clothes and I hoped they had burned down the bloody clothes to avoid implicating them.

I narrated to the police everything that had happened, all except for the twin’s involvement.

As for the killing, it was self-defense. I stated that I managed to get out of his grasp when he was trying to stick his dick inside me, and picked up the pole. And although my hands were bound with his belt, I was able to get the pole.

It was even far easier when he tripped on his fallen pants and that allowed me to smash the lamp on his head in order to get away.

But since he was still moving, and wanted to tackle me down, I stabbed him with the pointed side of the pole and that was when the cleaner lady found me.

I thought they would believe me at least, seeing there was a lot of evidence on my body but they didn’t.

To my horror, the questions that should’ve centered around how I killed him, were changed in a different direction. They questioned if he really tried to rape me or if I had gone there knowing what he would do and stubbornly stepped in.

My body froze up at that moment. What sane person would go there knowing they would get raped.

"I only went there for the twins." I managed to voice my thoughts but the eyes looking at me were already judging.

It didn’t look like they would believe anything I said from there on. They already had the answers in their heads and were just asking for formalities.

"Exactly, it’s like that you would use that excuse to try and get out of this." The police officer said, and I felt my chest tightening up.

What was this? Why didn’t they believe me?

The police questioned if what I really went to the house to do was meet the boys or just carry out my usual debauchery with their father because they felt it was unusual that he would suddenly come on to me like that.

That question horrified me. My usual debauchery? What was the meaning of that? How... how could they say that to me? I was the victim. I...

No matter how many times I repeated what had transpired, they refused to believe me. No matter how many times I played out that I was the victim, they judged me with their eyes and told me I was far from the victim.

"The real victims here are the kids whom you’ve labeled fatherless." The officer said, and I sunk down in depression.

My wet eyes completely dried up, riddled with guilt and shame.

Ah, that’s right. Because of me, the twins no longer have a father. Though they were the ones who took action, it was just to save me. I cussed everything. I... I did this. I destroyed their lives.

If I didn’t play with them, if I didn’t catch their father’s eyes, then none of this would’ve happened. It’s all my fault.

The words replayed in my head, reminding me that I had done an unforgivable act.

In any case, I, a 17-year-old beginner high schooler, who had no one but his grandmother, was put on watch. They would never believe my story since there were no eyes that saw it happen.

I was placed under custody for two days with my grandmother pleading for me to be released since I was a good boy. Everyone knew I was a good boy but no one stood by my side.

It was like I had been abandoned by the world.

I pitied my grandmother. She had to pass through this simply because of a child like me.

Suddenly, I was told that my story had been justified with proof. Similar cases of Mr Kim assaulting boys even younger than me surfaced.

They had been scared to come to the police since Mr Kim was a powerful man but now that he was dead, they thought it should come to light.

It was surprising how they all knew that this was the right time to come forth with the testimonies of their children, like they had been called forth to do it, but it didn’t matter to me anymore.

The damage had already been done and my heart was already suffering.

I couldn’t even speak with my grandmother since I was too withdrawn. She tried getting me to talk, said a lot of other things to cheer me up but the only news that got my head up was that the twins had already flown to Italy with their mother who rushed over as soon as she heard that her ex-husband was dead.

Ah, that’s right. I couldn’t see them anymore. And it was better that way. I destroyed their lives. I didn’t have the right to go near them.

"They left this for you." My grandmother said, stretching a picture towards me. It was the only picture I had printed in my life and the reason I was so eager to see them that day.

To others, it was just a picture but it wasn’t ’just’, it was a picture of both of them, and it was all I had left of them.

Though we may never see each other again, I was content with the little I had of them.

That was how my happy days with the twins ended and how I came to have that scar in my heart. My entire being was cursed and my reasoning was flawed.

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