Chapter 65: I let him have a ’taste’
Noah sat next to Michael and turned up the Volume of the movie since the vibration of his phone was distracting.
Michael chose not to answer the call, no matter how many times his mother called, and she did not stop trying.
The phone kept vibrating because Michael had placed it on silent. He wanted to switch it off, but he decided to let his mother suffer a bit.
Why?
This desperation that she had over her sons ’ well-being. This anger he felt from her when she demanded an answer. This anxiety... He wished she would have it on his behalf, but it was just a pipe dream.
Mark was her son, not him. They had disowned him, so why were they still calling him? Why were they asking him about that bastard? And why were they calling him his brother?
Didn’t they say he wasn’t their son anymore?
Just thinking about Mark made Michael want to throw up. That bastard of a brother almost raped him and yet his mother was calling to ask what ’he’ did to him.
What sort of joke was that?
He wasn’t going to let them boss him around anymore. Even if they were dying, he wouldn’t look back.
"I might know what happened," Noah said, and Michael turned his head to him. "She’s worried about her ’son’, right?"
"Are you messing with me right now?" Michael asked. He felt irritated already, so if Noah wanted to add to it, he could save it.
"I’m just telling you that I might know what she called, but if you don’t want to know, it’s fine." He said, and Michael twisted his lips.
What could Noah know?
They had been indoors for only a few days, but he was sure that before that, Noah hadn’t gotten involved with-- Michael’s eyes widened.
It was then that he recalled Noah had ’dealt’ with Mark when he came to rescue him. But how exactly did he deal with him? Did he only beat him up as he said he did?
Then, could this matter have something to do with him?
The phone finally stopped vibrating, and Michael sighed. His nerves could finally be at ease.
He dropped his back and asked,
"What did you do?" He glanced at Noah but then changed his question. "Are you even sure this call has something to do with you?"
"That’s why I said I ’might’ know. Not that I definitely know." Noah said, reaching his hand to Michael to pinch his chin. "You were never curious until now, so I didn’t bring it up."
"So, what is it?" Michael asked, gazing into his eyes since that was what he wanted. "What did you do to Mark? Didn’t you just beat him up?"
"I did hit him a few times." Noah said. "But the other guys looked funny. Since he was trying to do something so shady to you, I let him get a taste of what he wanted." He let go of Michael’s chin. "From outside, I could hear the words he was saying. I found them disgusting just as much as you, but that was all I heard after reaching there, so I didn’t know he had drugged you."
Michael didn’t know what to think of this. It was embarrassing and frustrating at the same time.
So, he knew Mark was trying to rape him but he just didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or bring up a bad memory.
"Then, what did you do?" Michael asked, repeating his question.
"I told you. I let him have a ’taste’." Noah said. "Now that I think about it, the men he had ’prepared’ might’ve taken that drug. The same one he gave you because the look in their eyes wasn’t normal. So, I carried you out and closed the door, leaving your unconscious older brother with those lunatics."
Michael went silent. So, in other words, he felt them rape Mark who wanted to rape him.
What a twist. He didn’t know that something like that had happened. Rape is a disgusting crime but knowing it was done to Mark who had the same intentions, he couldn’t help but feel amused.
What goes around comes around, they say.
But wait, Noah said the men Mark had prepared looked like they had been drugged. Then, did that mean Mark had planned to have them rape him after he was done with his turn?
Now, this was enough to make him gag in disgust.
That lunatic. He was glad he got what he deserved.
But now there was a problem. His parents were looking for him concerning this matter, even if it happened more than two weeks ago.
What happened? Had Mark gotten STDs or something? If he did, then it served him right because it just goes to show that he had the same plan for himself.
Where did such a lunatic come from? How could he be so evil to his own flesh and blood?
"How do I deal with this issue now?" Michael asked.
"You can simply deny it." Noah said. "It’s not like you did anything. You were also a victim."
"But..."
If his parents were people who listened to reason and weren’t blinded by their older son, then it would be fine, but they wouldn’t listen.
They would blame him for it. They would even go as far as accusing him of seducing his older brother to commit a disgusting act, and when Mark refused, he decided to hire people to teach him a lesson.
Well, that was the kind of story Mark could come up with anyway, and they would believe it.
’Am I even their son?’ Michael found himself asking this question so many times in his life that he had lost count.
"Don’t think too much about it," Noah said and pulled Michael’s head to relax on his shoulder. "They can’t do anything to you unless they come to your front door."
"Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just ignore them."
Only, the plan to ignore them didn’t last long as Michael’s mother found her way to his doorstep and began to bang on the door like all hell had let loose, yelling his name and asking him to come out and explain to her what he had done to his brother.
"So," Michael turned to Noah, who stood next to him with his arms folded, and asked, "How am I supposed to ignore this?"
