Author's note: Hey people! This possibly the longest chapter in this story, you can go ahead and confirm it. Thanks to all of you that have been following me from chapter one, thanks for your votes and comment. This is the chapter before the last and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to vote and comment.

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Side note: there is going to be a side story to be posted soon so look out for that. There is also a little snippet of chapter 20, the final chapter of part 1 at the end.

Chapter 19

"Arthit Karp, I feel like I am betraying a friend telling you all this." Ash was right to feel guilty but not about Anya. That woman was terrifyingly devious. I could not believe how stupid we were to have fallen for her lies and all it took was that one first lie. I didn't understand it because if I retraced everything that happened—from Anya finding out our secret, admitting to us that she liked BL, covering for us and then lying for us, becoming friends with me and Kongpob—nothing, nothing could have told me about how deeply she had planned and organized this whole thing.

I was beginning to understand that Kongpob's marriage was probably another deception, and Kongpob was playing into her hand. I was letting it happen because she knows I wouldn't tell anyone, she is so secured because of my fear.

"Please, don't feel that way, Anya is the one betraying someone, and I have to stop her. I wouldn't be able to without your help," I said.

"How are you going to stop her, karp?" she asked.

"First, I need to meet with Kongpob, the man she is marrying and tell him everything I know now. He thinks of Anya as a friend but she really isn't, and he must know that, I have to be the one to tell him otherwise she might manipulate it. Can you please not let her know that you have seen me?" I asked.

"Uh, yes Karp."

"okay." We both stood and thanked each other. I saw her out of the eatery; I wanted to make sure she does not get to Anya before I can tell Kongpob everything. She took a taxi I paid for and rode off.

I looked toward Anya's apartment; there was no need to meet with her anymore. The day was already gone, the sun has set and the street lights were on. There was still light to see my way to my car.

I had to walk back to it, I had left it parked near Anya's building. It wasn't that further a walk from the eatery and I didn't think I would take so long talking with Ash. But she gave me a lot of information about Anya.

Anya's father was a former army commander; he retired five years ago and pushed Anya, his only child, into the army to become a medic. She had some bad experience in the camp; some navy soldiers had attacked and tried to hurt her, due to that she had gone through some therapy sections.

It wasn't known for certain but Anya had those men beaten up till they were nearly killed and her father had them reassigned to another camp and the story was buried. After that, Anya has never been the same again.

I didn't know that the smiling person I have been looking at for nearly three months had gone through something like that. And so recently. They had to bring her back because of her mental instability and violent outbursts.

It was unsettling and I felt a little sorry for her, for what she went through, but it did not excuse her actions, it did not make it okay for her to come into our lives and manipulate us so effectively and I couldn't let her have what she wanted.

Anya's first love has to be Kongpob. Although Kongpob doesn't remember her, I didn't think he did otherwise she wouldn't have lied about how long she has known him, I believe strongly that he is Anya's first love. Ash had no information about who Anya's first love was or if anything had happened between them, but I was sure it was Kongpob otherwise why would she be marrying him. I didn't believe her story before about wanting to help us, she obviously hates us, but why was she still marrying him if she hates him. Kongpob has to be Anya's first love.

I caught sight of my car and next to it was the slim figure of Anya leaning on it. She had her hair down over her shoulders like I'm used to seeing her and she was in shorts too.

I paused and looked at her with a frown on my face. I never thought I would meet her first before I speak to Kongpob. I should probably keep what I know now from her, I shouldn't confront her with this information otherwise things might turn bad.

"Anya,"

"Swadee karp, P'Arthit," she smiled and did her wai. I cautiously stood before her and we silently looked at each other.

Her eyebrows lifted gently, "P'Arthit, didn't you come to see me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, then she nodded. "I wanted to ask you to end the wedding."

"Oh, P'Arthit, I already told you that I won't, I can't. Do you know what it would look like if I just called off the wedding now? It is tomorrow, P'Arthit."

Her words were deceptively sincere. "Seeing you like this really pains me, P'Arthit. Is there anything I can do to help make this easier?"

"Nothing will make this easier. But it doesn't matter, Kongpob would have to call it off," I moved around her towards the driver's door.

"Why do you say that P'Arthit," she said.

"I know everything," I turned to smile at her. I won't tell her what I know what it is I know, I will just let her stew in worry about my vague words.

"What do you think you know, P'Arthit?"

I didn't answer her as I turned the key in the door. When I tried to open it, she held it shut with one hand. I stared at her hand.

"Listen to me, P'Arthit, whatever you heard from Ash, it's not all true."

It was shocking to hear that she knew I had spoken to Ash. My eyes flew to hers.

"I saw you speaking with her," she said. "I knew she must have told you some very unfortunate things about me. "

"Yes," I said no more pretense of niceness. I let her see my anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

She nodded, "I know you are angry."

"You lied about being a BL lover to get us to lower our guard so you can do what, separate us? Marry Kongpob?"

"Yes, at first I hated you. I wanted to destroy you, but I got to know the both of you, I got to really like you guys and I wanted to help you."

"You are lying, from day one you've done nothing but lie to us Anya, I don't believe a single word you are saying," I said.

"I know, but I never lied about helping you guys, I never lied about anything else."

"No I have caught you in so many lies, Anya. You lied about where you took Kongpob that night, you lied about your friends, and you lied about how long you've known Kongpob."

"What," she blinked widely at me.

"Yes, Anya, I know Kongpob is your first love. You met him when you were nine years old."

"No, "she waved her hand in front of me, "Kongpob and I only met three months ago, I told you. He is not my first love," she said.

I scoffed. She has to understand that by now I wouldn't believe anything she says.
"I'm going, Anya," I pulled roughly at the door. It opened halfway before she slammed it shut.

"You don't believe me, but let me tell you something you can believe." I was losing my patience with her, I didn't want to hear even a single word.

"I won't believe you so why bother?"

"Just hear me out, please. After that, you can go."

I waited, releasing a breath of annoyance, there was no reason to not hear it. Whatever lie she wanted to spin will just count against her.

"The truth, P'Arthit, is that I'm not really marrying Kongpob."

I stayed silent for one shocked moment. "What?"

"It's all a lie, Kongpob and I are not really getting married. It's fake. "

"I don't believe you," I said, my mouth barely moving.

"It's the truth. Kongpob and I just want to force you to come out, P'Arthit. We just want to free you from your fears."

Something about that ringed true. It made sense because I couldn't believe it even for one second that Kongpob would marry Anya. He knew how much I loved him and I know how much he loves me.

"Why would you two go that far?"

"We found out that Kongpob's father is homophobic, so we...um...we decided that you wouldn't ever want to come out if you knew. So we were going to trick you. I'm sorry that we had to deceive you P'Arthit."

It was a little too much to swallow, especially Kongpob's lack of faith in me. I must have really let him down, to make him choose to turn to Anya with his problems instead of me. I gritted my teeth. All these three months I have been nothing but a source of pain to Kongpob, I didn't deserve his love at all. I lowered my head.

"I can show you proof that Kongpob is not my first love P'Arthit," she was still talking. I raised my head again and met her eyes.

"How?"

She took me up to her room to show me the picture of the man she loved. It was already dark now and as usual, Anya's corridor was as quiet as a graveyard. I had been a bit shocked to see the daughter of a wealthy man staying in such a worn out apartment.

I waited by her side while she opened the door. I walked in first and took in the chaotic room. She certainly was a slob, a tomboy.

She cleaned off the only chair in the room. "Sit here P'Arthit."

"There is no need, Anya." I will be leaving as soon as I could confirm her story; I had so much to say to Kongpob.

"It's going to take me a while to pull it out, I kept it safely away so please, seat." I stared at her for a moment then I tilted my head in agreement and sat down.

She went to her wardrobe while I took a look at her pictures. "Why did you feel the need to lie about your friends being far from this part of the country, Ash lives in Bangkok."

"I didn't really want you to meet them after I had lied that I was a BL fan," she said, her hands busy grabbing something inside her wardrobe.

That rang true. I sighed within myself; I still couldn't stop doubting her.

"Here it is, "she pulled it out a box and walked back to me holding it with both hands. "Over the years I wrote letters to him but I couldn't send them."

"Why?"

"Because of my father, "she replied and handed the box to me. I didn't know what type of wood it was made from, but it was dark and old with scratch marks. I opened the lid and inside was yellow and faintly smelled musty. There were at least a hundred letters in here. I avoided them and reached for what looked like an old photo held so many times it has now become really worn.

I pulled it out of the box backwards. I could make out some words written on the back and the drawing of heart but it had faded a bit but I knew Anya's name and...

I quickly turned the picture around and in it was a young Kongpob with shorter hair and smiling eyes. I stared wordlessly at it. "What is the meaning of this—"

Something heavy hit the back of my head, hard. I fell forward with the box on my lap and the letters toppled onto the ground, my body crushed them. My vision blurred and cleared, my head thudded with pain and my world tumbled.

"Anya," I whispered as she came into my view. I couldn't make out her face as she stood silently above me. "Why...?"

"Because all you said before was completely correct, P'Arthit. I don't like gay people, they are disgusting, they are everywhere in Thailand taking all the good guys. I can't stand the way they are, freaks of nature. I hated them since I was a child, since my father showed me how disgusting they really are, then he killed them. It was really fun to watch."

I could tell she was smiling as she said such vicious words. My head was still spinning and hurting bad but I could hear her and my consciousness didn't fade.

"I never thought that Kongpob, the only person I have ever loved, would be one too. I found out even before I came back from the army. You think I wouldn't watch him, after all these years? I couldn't come back but I knew that I would one day and I would set things straight."

"Then—"I swallowed bile that kept rising to my throat, "why didn't you try to kill him?"

"Because," she took a seat next to me. I could see the object she had hit me with in her hand, a figurine of sorts. "I thought I could change him back. Kongpob dated a girl before, didn't he? I thought instead of killing him, I would rather return him to the person he was before you. Changed. Him!" With the last two words she hit me again and I felt blood pour into my eyes as I cried out in pain. I held onto my head and rolled on the floor.

"P'Arthit, you really are something. I never thought you could see through me and get this far. I was sure that tomorrow, you won't come to stop Kongpob from marrying me."

I pulled in a breath with difficulty. "Kongpob would never marry you, Anya."

"Not if he thinks you will come for him. But I will make you disappear forever from his life."

My heart flew to my throat. "Are you going to kill me?"

"I would, but not the night to my wedding that would be bad luck. So you will stay here for a bit," she patted my cheek. "Until after the wedding, then I will come back for you."

"You think you are just going to get what you want, do you?"

"Why wouldn't I? "

"Kongpob will never marry you,"

I heard her laugh some few feet away. I couldn't see, it was all a black blur but I grabbed her leg and she fell to the ground with a shout of rage. I scrambled for the object she was brandishing as a weapon and found it. Just as soon as I grabbed it, she kicked it out of my hand and then landed a kick to my head. The end of her leg broke into my face and I crumpled on the ground, light fading from my vision.

I felt her kicking me viciously before I went unconscious.

When I was unconscious it was all completely black and empty, so empty when I woke up I felt cold and alone. I was still on the floor, a small pool of blood around my head. I slowly sat up and felt the world tilt dangerously. Around me, Anya's things were gone. It was just in an empty room.

With my heart racing I checked the time on my wristwatch, the light outside was too bright for it to still be night or even early morning. It was just past two. Less than three hours to Kongpob's wedding.

I rose too quickly and staggered forward, almost returning to the ground with my face. I caught myself on the wardrobe and shook my head to shake away the dizziness. It was no good. I felt like I was about to pass out again. I pressed my back to the wardrobe and waited to be able to move again. I didn't have the time though so just as soon as I was able to, I rushed for the handle of the door.

But I was a fool to think it would be open. The door was firmly shut. I pulled and pulled like an idiot for a while but it wouldn't bulge so I tried to ram my shoulder into it, to break it, but I was too weak, and it was like I was trying to bend steel.

I started hammering at it and calling for help. Anya's neighbors could hear me and come help me or-or the security. Anya lived in a really poor apartment building there was probably no proper security.

Helplessness was like a ball in my chest as I shouted. I crumpled at the door to my knees. I would never get out of here, no one would hear me and help me and Kongpob would marry Anya. No, I couldn't bear the thought. She was not only dangerous, she was also not in her right mind.

I bit my lip hard and breathe deeply, fighting the tears of frustration. This is all my fault, I did this. I am the cause for it all of it. I should have told everyone how much I loved Kongpob, he is the best thing in my life, I am not ashamed of him, I loved him beyond anything I can ever say. Why did I waste so much time, why did I do nothing when I could.

"God," I buried my face in my hands as I cried. I knew I shouldn't be crying, I knew I should keep trying to do something but I was weak and I couldn't stop myself from breaking down and letting all of it out.

It was only a short moment of weakness, during which I heard movement behind the door. I raised my head sharply and started hitting the door again.

"Is anybody out there? Please, help me, please!"

"P'Arthit?" I recognized that voice.

"Ash?!" I paused my pounding.

"I am so sorry," she was in front of the door.

"Why?"

"It's my fault, right? Anya did this because I talked to you, right?"

"No, that's not it. Please get the security and get the keys I need to get out of here."

"Oh yes, okay." I heard her run off and sighed as I waited impatiently. She returned with another person a few minutes later.

"Hello," it was a man

"Can you please open the door sir?"

"No I can't, the lady said I shouldn't let anyone in or out."

I froze. No, that can't be. "You don't understand, I am being held prisoner here. That girl is dangerous, she wants to kill me. You have to let me out." I shouted at him and hammered the door.

"Yes, sir, please, you have to let him out. She is not a good person, you will be putting yourself in a big problem if you help her kidnap a person," Ash assisted me. I was so glad she was there.

"Ah, I don't know anything." I heard him putting the key in the key hole then the door opens. I stood stunned for a bit before rushing out.

"Ash," I see her standing there, dressed in pink. I didn't know how she knew I would be here but I didn't care to know at the moment. "Thank you."

She nodded with a wide eyed look of shock.

I ran off, leaving her behind, I needed to go to the wedding. When I stepped out of the building I was expecting to see my car there, I would ride straight to Kong's parents place and stop that wedding from happening. But my car was not there. I spun around in complete confusion. Did Anya take my car? I knew she had taken my phone even without searching but I didn't think she would also take my car keys.

I screamed into the sky before I started running to the main road to get a taxi. It was quite a long run and my exhausted body was shaking by the time I got there and finally got a taxi. I got in and told him to get me to the wedding but I soon noticed I was not with my wallet. Though I was in a hurry, I asked the driver to stop me at home so I can get him his money. I didn't want anything delaying me once I get to the wedding and a glance at my watch said I still had the time.

I flew out of the car even before it stopped and ran to my apartment. The door was open which was great, I didn't have my keys, but inside...

I saw that my room was in a mess, probably how I left it, I don't know, I don't care. I took some money from my drawers, checked the time—it was fifteen minutes to the wedding.

I noticed a piece of paper on the bed and paused my haste. I slowed down, my chest heaving as I looked at the letter. It was meant to look like I wrote this. Did Kongpob fall for this? I squeezed the white paper into a ball and threw it away, my teeth grinding. Today, I am going to make sure Anya loses everything. She would think twice about manipulating people from now on.

I rushed back to the taxi and together we rushed to the wedding. I was a mess, I should have at least clean off the blood from my face before going to the wedding, and my clothes were so rumpled.

The more we came closer the more I began to think useless thoughts. Like how was I going to stop the wedding, would people be too shocked by my appearance? Once I got down, I took off to the house after paying the driver.

I entered through the front door and stood there panting and staring, left and right. There was no one there. I walked forward and caught my pale, blood covered face on the mirror. I looked like I just woke up after being murdered. I felt that way, but adrenaline kept me on my feet, that and fear. Some deep old fear was creeping in.

I heard noise coming from the garden so I went in that direction and passed a shocked caterer who couldn't say one word to me as I walked past her and I reached the door and stared out. I could see the fancy decorations, the color theme was white and gold and the guest were all seated around in a neat straight line of chairs.

I could see Kongpob's father and his mother seated at the front. My eyes stayed on them and I closed my fingers into a fist as I walked out. I knew my face would pull attention and though my heart pounded because I was terrified, I kept walking.

I stood in the walkway and when I raised my eyes away from Kongpob's mother I met Kongpob's eyes. They were wide and filled with shock. I had no plan and no words and I was barely able to keep from shaking.

"P'Arthit," he said though the words were too quiet for me to hear. To his right Anya stood staring at me. I took satisfaction in seeing that flash of fear in her eyes. Then my eyes went back to Kongpob. He was now walking to me but Anya grabbed his arm and stopped him.

No, don't come to me, I thought, you have always come to me, wherever I go, you go too. While I kept leaving you behind, you were always trying to catch up. How many times did I make it feel like I didn't want you beside me? I was halfway to him when Kong's mother blocked my path.

"Arthit son, you look terrible, what happened to you," I looked away from her to Anya and she looked white as a cloud. She looked like she was going to faint, and Kongpob looked like his heart has left him. I wanted to wipe that look from his eyes. I wanted to confess my feelings to him.

"Arthit son? Come, you are disrupting the wedding, let's take you to the hospital." I avoided the hand that meant to grab mine then I walked past her.

"P'Arthit," Kongpob called.

Everyone was watching, I didn't look at them but I felt their eyes on me like pins and they pierced my confidence and shook me, but still I walked and Anya stood in front of me. Her eyes were wide.

"Don't do this," she whispered.

I looked down at her then I looked at Kongpob, I could see his feelings written plainly on his face, his confusion, worry, and yes, his hope.

I could have taken his hands and clasped them, I could have touched his face and soothe his worried look away. I could do anything.

I moved forward but Anya's hand to my chest kept me from moving. "Are you going to kill me here?" I asked her.

She looked startled then dropped her hands from my chest. "n-no,"

"Good, because that's the only way you are keeping me from doing this." I walked past her and my head spun just as I reached Kongpob and I began to fall forward. Dimly, I hear the loud thunderous voice of a man and then I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

My vision came back and it was Kongpob's face in front of me. "Are you alright P'Arthit? You look..." his eyes went to the dried blood on my face.

"I will be," I said and leaned the few short distance to kiss him. It wasn't what I planned, it wasn't cool or anything and it was the worst way to come out but that kiss was my whole life restored to me, my strength and my faith.

I felt Kong's surprise in his stiff body.

"P'Arthit," he whispered and stared wide eyed at me when I pulled away.

"I'm sorry I took too long," I stated with a smile. "Did you wait too long?"

He bit his lips as his eyes flooded with tears. "P'Arthit."

I stood straight and turned to face the crowd. They were shocked and talking among themselves. I have shocked everyone and a person like me probably did not deserve forgiveness so I will do as my heart wants.

"I am Arthit Rojnapat and I am in love with Kongpob Suthiluck. He has been my boyfriend for seven years. "I announced it to everyone present with my voice as loud and as confident as I could make it and I felt Kongpob breath beside me. He tugged my hand and I looked at him expecting to see the shock but not the despair.

"P'Arthit," he whispered, "I—"

"Kongpob is getting married to me, P'Arthit!" Anya yelled, "I won't allow this wedding to end. Kongpob, you know that."

I didn't bother looking at her as my eyes remained trained on Kongpob who was crying silently while staring back at me.

"I am so sorry, P'Arthit, I have to marry Anya."

Was I too late? Did I change nothing by coming out now?

Coming next~~"Because he loves me," Anya confidently stood infront of me. She took hold of P'Arthit's hand and he lets me go so fast like hehas been burned and I staggered backwards