Antagonist
Chapter 4. Protects

...The sky is twilight, that's how bad I am. Drowning in your arms. Closing my tired eyes....

...Even if only for a moment. Because stars can make you smile more than me....

Edward.

Where did this feeling of protection grow from? A monster with no heart? Isn't that Edward?

A few months ago.

"Here again." He muttered when he woke up, staring at the surrounding area. This was a warehouse, no matter how many times he screamed, cried, and knocked on the door. They won't open it.

Bastard son? Is that bastard? Are not all children born with God's blessing? I don't know, he's starting to believe that God exists. Since the toddler she lived with her uncles, aunts, and cousins. His father was too busy with his business. Allow the brother of Edward's late mother to stay, under the pretext of guarding their poor niece.

He was born out of wedlock. I don't know why her mother left her father's life, then died in childbirth. Only then did his father show up to pick him up after doing a DNA test, at least that's what people say.

I'm used to being locked up in a barn. Without enough food. He couldn't possibly store food in this place. There's only water from the pipelines leaking.

A 10-year-old boy who accidentally keeps a match in his pocket. Ransacking take cutter.

It's the second day he's locked up without food. Don't know what they mean? Submissive and self-conscious as an illegitimate child who killed his own mother on the day of his birth.

I don't know.

The cit!

The cit!

Srak!

The tag!

He caught a mouse. There is no food in this place. His body was still in pain, slashing the body of the rat. Throw away the inedible. Then burn it on some paper.

That's disgusting? Totally disgusting isn't it? But the stomach is so sore. Just because contacting her father wanted her to come home quickly. But his father did not come home, instead this punishment was again obtained.

The bastard doesn't know himself! Killed his own mother. That's what they say.

Until, when he wants to eat the body of a mouse that has been roasted. The voice sounded from the window covered in trelis.

"Sttts...Sttts..." The servant boy who used to stare flat and scared when he was beaten, now came with a different face. Behaviour is different."Young master! Don't eat that!" said the boy quickly, like holding back his nausea.

"What do you care about..." Edward was going to eat it. But from the window of the trellis the child threw a pack of hard bread that was cheap.

"Don't eat! What if you are sick! If you get sick, I'll die!" The muttered 8-year-old who suddenly acted strangely.

Edward remained silent, gulping down a rough saliva. Aye! When compared to this roasted rat, this hard bread was more tempting. But.

"Eat it! I'll come again! And this!" The kid threw a plastic pack."Put the rat's body in the trash. Within 24 hours the rest of the blood and skin will give off an unpleasant smell. I don't know when that crazy madam will get you out. But keep the spirit and cheer up!"

Edward stared strangely not at all. But somehow he complied, put the rat carcass into the plastic, then gave it to the younger daughter of him.

The boy ran away, holding the plastic with a disgusted facial expression. Edward ate the bread after washing his hands with water from a slightly leaking pipe.

"Sttts...Sttts... Young master. Eat a lot, right?" A smile on the lips of the girl with the toothless tooth.

Like magic, he said he ate again. Even a miracle happened, a drop of her tears flowed, after so many years of numbness. What is this really? Why is she crying?

"No need to hold. If there's a problem, tell me, young master can cry and curse at me." The boy said quickly like a chirping bird.

A smile on his face."Thank you.." for the first time in years, the word was said.

Edward was crying. The child was silent behind the window. Don't give her a blanket or anything, don't want her caught helping Edward.

The sound of singing is heard. A beautiful song. The 10-year-old boy finally curled up on the floor.

Feel the incoming moonlight. A peaceful quiet song, like someone living at the North Pole, finds for the first time a warm candlelight.

The moon will embrace your body.

The sun welcomes your smile.

Walk in the desert alone.

Until we meet again. Like a beautiful wind.

Stuck in an oasis, wanting to be with you in a dream.

One word that will be said. Ilove you.

Can an 8-year-old write a song? Something is strange. But the 10-year-old looked too tired to open his eyes. Tired mentally and physically.

Why is everyone blaming him? Wilmar said he had to take responsibility for his mother's death. Her father never cared for her, petite also equally blamed her. One conclusion, birth is a sin. The sin of the birth caused his mother's life to be lost.

"I'm innocent." muttered Edward with his eyes closed.

"I know you are a valuable person to me..." The words that made Edward feel at peace. Her eyes were still asleep in her dream.

If you think about it again, from that moment everything starts. Rachel has always been protecting herself. Rachel who always pulled the corner of her lips to make herself smile. Does this feel valuable to others?

Back at this moment, the whistle was back in his possession. Blood was still visible in the park, and the former Tamtam was attacked by a neighbor.

I don't know why he smiles, isn't disgusted or feeling sorry. Tamtam deserves it, the next time he tries to hurt Rachel again. I don't know what punishment is appropriate. Stepping inside his room, silent without expression. Read more books.

Sometimes he thinks, what is the purpose of his life? Take away his father's love? Do your best so that your aunt and family don't hate you?

No, that's not the goal. Purpose is...

Brak!

"Edward! Have you heard yet Tamtam was attacked by a neighbor? Next time you should be careful when you get out of the house. What if it's anj*ng rabies? Means in our environment there is already transmission. Do not leave the house, except for school! A..I will prepare everything in case anything happens!" Rachel said enthusiastically, This is her gold mine. He was somehow trapped in this world. It should therefore be a leech attached to the antagonist's foot. Until he grows up. Maybe that's what Rachel had in mind so worried.

But not with Edward, the boy just smiled. Hugged his body tightly."I'll protect you, no matter how. Including if you have to kill anj*ng-anj*ng it..."