A/N :  Trigger warning ----  This chapter contains explicit violence and mention of extreme Psychotic behaviour. So..... please read with caution.

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Kong's POV------

"Are you sure you have to do this alone ??"

Arthit asks, leaning to kiss me for the fifth time.

"Yes. I won’t be long, alright ??"

He nods and reluctantly lets me go.

Arthit amazes me with his understanding and trust. He never once asked where I was going, just kept telling me to be careful and hurry back. I will tell him everything, once I am back.

I am so lucky to have him in my life.

When I pull up to the prison, it takes me a few minutes to calm myself before I can walk through the door to see what waits......

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Pring POV --------

(A/N: Pring's dialogues will be in bold italic letters and her thoughts will be in bold underline.)
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I love you my dear. It’s so much better in here, it's so quite, isn’t it, Oon ??

Oon sighs with me when we stretch out on the mattress, it’s our favorite place to be.

"Miss Pring, You got a visitor"

We have told the guards many times we will see no one, they all know Oon and I don’t like our time to be disrupted.

Turning on the mattress, I ignore the guard.

The sound of the door rattling turns my attention to the barred door, the guard is shaking the door to draw my attention.

"Send them away. We don’t want to see anyone"

The scrunch of shoes on concrete tells me the guard is gone.

Oon wraps me in his warmth, I feel him on every inch of my skin.

We speak of our life together, in complete bliss.

"Miss Pring"

The guard is back, this relentless jerk........

"We don’t care who it is. We will see no one!!"

I yell at the guard.

"No lawyers, no interviews"

"This one isn’t a lawyer or a reporter this time, He said he is a fan of yours"

"A fan ?? An admirer ??"

I ask, sitting up on the mattress.

"I guess so. Do you want me to tell him to leave or not ??"

We are intrigued, both me and my Oon. Is he seperated from his love like Oon and I were ??

"Okay....We will meet him"

The guard fastens the handcuffs to my wrists before opening the door, my Oon follows me with a dimpled smile like usual.

Guard follows behind me as I walk toward the visitor area.

"He is at number four Cabin"

The guard says and I walk hesitantly to the fourth window cabin.

On the other side of the glass is a young man, pretty handsome, with silly black hair and deep onex eyes.

He stares at me as I sit down in the chair, a thick pane of glass separating us.

I pick up the phone on my side of the glass at the same time as the young man across from me.

"Are You Really a Fan of Me ??"

I ask.

"I want to know everything about what you did 15 years ago. Why you did that ?? And How ?? Did you have someone else's help ??"

He is direct. I like that.

He seems fired up, this is good, it will serve him well in his quest.

He holds my gaze, boldly.

He appears determined to find out my methods.

"You have someone you love, don’t you ??"

I ask.

He nods.

"Okay I will tell you because you need to be as strong and determined as I was to have your love in your arms.....Forever. so listen carefully......

Oon and I met when he was studying at Bangkok. I worked at a cafe near the school.

He would come in for breakfast every Saturday, always ordered pancakes. I knew the first time I saw him we were destined to be together”

"Did you two date ??"

The young man asks me.

"For a while. Until that man-stealing whore showed up"

The hate surges through me, just as strong as it did years ago.

The young man is looking at me in confusion, waiting for me to explain.

"I never blamed Oon. It wasn’t his fault, she bewitched him. She convinced him that he didn’t love me....... that I was crazy. CRAZY !!
I never felt more sure of my destiny than when Oon was ripped from my life. Nothing and no one would keep me from him, no sacrifice was too great to ensure we were together, again.... For eternity"

"What.....what happened ??"

The young man asks quietly.

I almost forgot he was there, that he is waiting to hear how I got my Oon back.

"She conned him into to moving away, and even into getting married. I tried staying in contact, but he stopped taking my calls, even had my number blocked. But I knew..... I knew it was all her. I knew my Oon would want me to help him, to rescue him, from the hell.... She was turning his life into"

"How did you do that ??"

The young man asked.

"I followed him, of course. Everywhere......For years. I watched. I waited. I planned. It was hard sometimes to watch their life. To see the wedding.... that should have been mine. The house..... that should have been decorated by me. The baby..... that should have been born from my blood and flesh”

The young man shuddered, exactly how I felt seeing everything that was stolen from me.

"I knew what I had to do for my beloved Oon, and what I would do to her. I was going to make her pay, make her pay for the suffering I was going through, make her pay for the suffering MY Oon was going through"

"How ?? How did you do it ??"

The young man is at the edge of his seat, very eager.

"I bought us a house, it took me a while for being able to do that, but I did it. I wanted everything prepared for when I finally got a chance to bring my Oon home. I decorated our home just how I knew he would love. I even prepared things for his son. We were going to be a family, just like we should have been from the beginning"

Sadness and anger cross the young man's face, Ohhh.... he feels my loss.

"When Oon was planning his camping trip with his son, I knew that would be the perfect time to bring him to our home. It was like he was sending me a secret message....... A message to save him from her clutches..... A message, she couldn’t ever understand"

"How did you know that was the right time ??"

Curiosity burns on the young man’s face, he wants to hear my methods.

"There are so many ways to find out about someone’s life. For instance, people are remarkably trusting of the repair people they let into their home"

The young man nods, he is smart, he understands.

"Vigilance is the key, as well as being solitary. Things of this nature can’t be trusted to anyone but yourself, young man"

"And wh..... what happened that day ??"

His intensity is obvious, he is desperate to know what happened on that fateful day.

"The day was perfect, Oon and his son planned a few days together as a camping trip. The boy was so much like his dad, and it was sweet to see them interact. I knew posing as the damsel in distress would work beautifully. My Oon is always a gentleman. I was excited I would finally have everything I wanted. I would have Oon, and his son would soon be our son, and she would suffer, alone in her misery....... In which she had tried to push me, few years back. I would take everything from her, because everything she has..... was mine.....is mine.....and now..... WILL BE MINE...."

"What went wrong ??"

The young man asked.

"Wrong ?? Nothing went wrong"

And people say I am crazy ??

"But...... Your Oon is dead. You killed him"

The young man’s eyes are piercing, full of tension. he is desperate to hear what I have to say next......

"No..... I didn't kill him, I set him free. He was a prisoner to that woman. She poisoned him against me, against his will, made him think he didn’t want me anymore. And.....and.... He actually told me that he didn’t want me !! Can you believe that !! After all I did for us.... all I sacrificed for us... He said that... I knew I had to release him..... from that prison.... the only way I could. I took his life from her with the gun, and kept it inside me with the every stab of that knife"

I am very excited..... reliving my Oon’s release. I feel the same thrill as the day it happened, the same satisfaction, the same feeling of bliss.

The young man’s eyes are cast down, but I can see his tears, no doubt tears of joy for me and my beloved, and the victory of our love.

"I don’t understand why you used the knife if you had already shot him ??"

He asks with a sniffle. How much this boy must admire me, to want to know every last detail.

So, I explain.........

"For his heart...... I soaked him into me, bathed in the source of his life. Coated myself in his blood. I even drank his blood..... to make our bond stronger, to bind him.... with me..... forever"

"And his son ??"

The young man asks.

"He ran off into the forest. I am sure some wild animal have got him. But, the boy never mattered much to me. I wanted to have them both in my life, live together with then in our house, but that wile women has tainted their hearts and minds, Oon wasn't ready to see the truth. He was so scared of her. So I had to take the extreme step...... and when I had my Oon, I was happy and satisfied. I had taken everything from her, everything that should have been mine in the first place"

The young man has raises his eyes, looking directly into mine.

"You are wrong"

He tells me.

I don't understand.....

What did he mean ??

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Kong's POV------

I surprise myself when I speak up, telling Pring that she is wrong.

What am I thinking ??

When I came in, I never had any intention of revealing my connection to Arthit’s family. When she denied to meet me I have to think about something to pique her, so I said that I am her fan....an admirer of her. And that works..... She indeed came to meet me. And as I sit here..... listening to her talk about her all-consuming obsession, her stalking Arthit’s family for years, the ease and pride she took in killing his father, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her to know that she didn’t win. She did an irreparable damage to his family, but she did not destroy it completely.

"Wrong ?? What do you mean wrong ??"

Pring questions.

Her expression has totally changed. Gone is the satisfaction and arrogance she had wearing on her face, when describing Arthit Father's murder, now her face holds suspicions.

"Oon is alive"

I tell her.

"Only for me"

She insists.

"He is alive just for me"

"No..... He is alive in the face of his SON...... Arthit is alive"

I take great pleasure in the look of disbelief that crosses her face.

"YOU ARE LYING !!"

She shouts loud

Rummaging through my jeans pockets, I find my wallet and pull out the picture of Arthit, I keep there.

"He. is. very. much. alive."

I inform her, pressing the photo against the glass.

Fury fills her face and she stands up abruptly.

"Lies !! I ended that family !! I destroyed her every happiness !!Me..... I did that !!"

My own rage burns through me. I want her to know...... her hopes of having destroyed Rose are in vain.

"Look at the picture !! Look at him !! This is Arthit, the little boy you left for dead. He is alive and back with his mother. They are happy and strong. The only thing you destroyed was the one thing you wanted....... Oon.... Who never was yours"

Pring leans forward, dropping the phone, her fingers trying to grip the photo through the window with little success.

"Lies !! You are spewing lies only !!"

Her spit covers the glass and her screams fill the air as she continues to yell at me.

Two guards approach her, each grabbing an arm and trying to force her from the glass that separates us.

Their efforts accomplish little, as Pring struggles against them, kicking and continuing to scream.

I should feel bad for creating this kind of disturbance, but I don’t.

I feel vindicated and even a little proud.

I wish I could tell Arthit and Rose that I inflicted some sort of pain on this woman who took so much from them, but I don’t know that they would understand or that it would do anything but dredge up more painful memories.

As the guards pull Pring from the visitor’s area, I turned the photograph in my hand and smile at Arthit's smiling face

"That was for you, My love "

Once back in the car, the rush of adrenaline fades from my body and I just feel tired and anxious to get back to Arthit.

Arthit is watching TV when I get back to my Dad's house. He shuts it off and rises to wrap me in a hug as soon as I am in the door.

I lean heavily against him, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted, and knowing I still need to talk to Arthit about Pring.

"Are you okay ??"

Arthit whispers against my hair.

I wish I had an easy answer for him, but there is no easy answer.

"Let’s sit down and talk, okay ??"

I pull Arthit to the bed and sit down beside him. I don’t even know how to begin this conversation.

"Kong, you look worried"

Arthit holds my hands, rubbing them between his own.

His eyes reflect the worry he is feeling with the lack of my response.

"Arthit..... I..... I went to meet your father's killer"

He doesn’t move or say anything for a few moments, but his face has lost a lot if it’s color, and I can see the wheels turning in his head.

His expression crumbles and he slides down the bed, burying his face in my lap, his arms secured tight around my waist.

" I am sorry, Arthit. I am sorry.....I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, but I wanted to have some answers"

Of all the reactions that I imagined Arthit having, this is not one of them.

"Arthit, will you please look at me ??"

I ask, brushing my fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t raise his head, just keeps mumbling

"No....No....No"

Against my jeans.

I move my hands to his face, urging it upwards.

He sits back up, though he keeps his eyes down cast.

"Are you mad at me ??"

I ask, brushing my fingers along his jaw.

"I..... I don't want you anywhere around that women..... I can't lose you Kong !!"

"Arthit"

I whisper before kissing his lips softly

"I am not going to leave you ever...... She won't be able to harm any of us..... I won't let her"

His eyes finally meet mine, looking confused and upset.

"Will you promise ??"

He asks.

Taking his face in both my hands I look him square in the eye.

"I promise. I will always be here with you, holding your hand tight"

Lying back on the bed, I pull Arthit along with me, both of us settling on our sides.

"What are you thinking ??"

I ask quietly.

"Why did she kill my Dad ??"

"She is mentally disturbed.... She just wanted to have your father"

Arthit’s only response is a nod.

"She wanted to hurt your mother, and steal you and your Dad from her...... That's why she kil.... killed him"

I nearly choke as the words leave my mouth, I can’t even think about Arthit not being in my life. I don’t know how I would cope with that loss. I can't even think what Rose have been through..... Now I am able to understand why she was reluctant to trust me in the starting, Pring was Arthit's Father's friend at one point, the one he trusted to interact with.... trusted to have a relationship with..... And she destroyed that trust, in a most brutal way possible. No doubt Rose had trust issues.... about me being that close to Arthit, without any relation or explanation.

His hand moves to my face and his eyes have lost their confusion, they still look fearful, but there is a softness to them now.

"Mom has me now.....and You and Roger too, we are family, Mom is not hurting anymore"

I can’t stop the tears that spring to my eyes. Arthit never ceases to surprise me with his sweet and simple outlook on life.

"Yeah, I guess she is not hurting anymore"

And I can’t stop the smile that crosses my face saying that.

"You love me na Kong ??"

Arthit ask, his hand touching the side of my waist.

I took his hand in mine and slide it up towards my chest, I press his palm over my heart. 

"Arthit can you feel my heartbeats ?? Can you feel my love pulsing in there to my every vein"

"Yes Kong I can feel that..... But I want you to say the words.... please"

I laugh and nod at his demand.

"I love you Arthit.... More than anything else in this world.....more than you can imagine......more than I can express into words or my actions..... You are my everything...."

His eyes filled with love and adoration, his hands travel up underneath my shirt…searching for where they want to be.

Our bodies worship each others. No words are needed......each kiss...... each touch a promise of our beautiful future...... Together.

Our Future.

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A/N: Thanks for reading and voting for this story. So.... This was the whole truth behind what happened 15 year's ago. I hope this chapter have answered all your questions. Please tell me friends if you like this chapter, in comments section💖💖