Longing Love

Cheryl Birch

Longing Love

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Chapter 1

“Come on babe, I must say i require you to help complete an area tonight, my boss said he’ll pay the individual in double who finds an upgraded for the employee who got injured next twenty minutes, ” my companion Hyung Jung pleaded.

I rolled my eyes when i painted strokes of white under and over my clouds as highlights. Placing the fine-tipped paintbrush aside, “And just how much would I receives a commission? ” I asked when i walk to the sink to obtain a new paintbrush.

“Gurl, I don’t know, normal pay I assume, 500 dollars, ” that he scowls. Which means this idiot gets paid one thousand, no chance in fuck!

“I want 1 / 2 of that five-hundred, ” I say seated on my stool and dip the paintbrush in red paint.

“Bitch Yasss! I’ll phone you later for the facts but it’s happening in two days and you’ll have to grab your clothes today or wait, I possibly could simply take it house with me, ” that he says.

“Yes roommate, you can just take it home, you understand my size, ” I groan.

That he hangs up and I make contact with my painting. The landscape of my painting is nearly done and ready for my exhibit at the college.

My phone buzzes again catching my attention. I turn my head and frown, it’s my ex phoning for the eleventh time today and its own only ten each day. Sliding my finger over the screen, “What would you like, Hong Joong? ”

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls? ” that he asks evidently annoyed.

“What don’t you realize about splitting up you ass? ” I ask him.

“Don’t call me an ass Cha Dae Ryeon, ” that he demands.

“No, fuck you, and when you don’t stop phoning me I’ll report you to the authorities for continuous harassment! ” I say while chucking my paintbrush down.

“I didn’t mean to accomplish what I did so Dae, ” that he says.

I get right up from my seat and pick my phone up, “So what? You didn’t mean to force me to possess sex with you? You didn’t mean to be always a little bit of shit and emotionally abuse me? You didn’t mean to perform to my fucking parents and inform them that I’m gay? You didn’t mean to choke me unconscious and fuck my own body! You didn’t mean to tie me up and let your ‘straight’ bastard friends rape me when you watched and laughed while I pleaded for you yourself to stop and rather than hearing me you gagged my mouth to help keep me from screaming? ” I ask highly frustrated, angry and upset because the horrible memories tell you my mind.

My own body trembles when i keep myself from sobbing while my tears fall. Hong Joong sighs in to the phone and says blandly, “Dae, look, I understand what I did so was wrong and I wish to ensure it is your decision, you realize I lov…” that he starts and I end the decision maybe not attempting to listen anymore.

I really like him with all my being. That he made me depend highly on him and need him as if that he was my oxygen. If it wasn’t for Hyung Jung who found visit me while that he was out, forcefully pack clothes for me personally, break my cellular phone and drag me away by using his ex-boyfriend, I'd likely have been dead right now.

I turn my head when i hear on my door. I change and discover Won Il, Hyung Jung’s boyfriend standing at the entranceway in loose fitted sweat pants, no shirt on and his arms folded across his chest. I hang my head ashamed with my eyes closed and hear him walk up to me.

His strong arms wrap around my human body and hug me tightly. His hand rubs along my right back soothingly as that he kisses the most notable of my head, “I heard you completely from Hyung Jung’s room, are you currently ok? ” that he asks and I shake my head.

“That ass phoned me again, I believe I want a fresh number, I don’t understand how that he first got it but that he just won’t stop and leave me the hell alone, ” I complain and melt in to his arms.

“We’ll just buy you a brand new one, for the present time, i want to keep your phone in the event that he calls again and I’ll cope with him, ok? ” that he asks as that he tilts my return and checks my eyes. I nod my head slowly and accept the kiss that he places on my lips.

That he pulls away and grins within my frown, “When have you been leaving? ” I ask him which that he rolls his eyes.

“I got laid yesterday evening, I’m looking forward to him another for round four, ” that he says proudly as that he drags me out of my studio to the den.

I come out of my denim over all and sit myself down on the sofa. That he continues on about sports after that he switches on the t. v so when usual, since I’m a light sleeper, I drift off for a couple minutes.

I awaken to the sound of moaning and screams when i lay on the settee. I shop around in order to find that it’s already night outside. The t. v is off and I switch it straight back to always check enough time. It’s just a little after seven.

I get fully up and check out your kitchen, there’s Chinese eliminate put to 1 side and after opening it, I note that it’s my Chicken Chow Mein.

Both ex-boyfriends’ stop fucking around eleven and in walks a wobbly Hyung Jung who plops his sweaty ass down close to me and lays his at once my shoulders, “Hey babe, ” that he greets and puckers his lips up for me personally to kiss.

I stare at his lips and contemplate my entire life decisions because I am aware easily kiss his lips, its second-hand dick sucking and I don’t like this idea, “Kiss me once you haven’t sucked his dick, ” I say and that he chuckles lightly because of his exhaustion.

“I heard that ass phone you again. I thought to Won Il that I do believe its most readily useful if we allow you to get another phone with a fresh number so you don’t need to give it out again because we realize some bitch gave him your number merely to focus on our nerves, ” that he says that i consent to.

I shrug and cuddle nearer to him, “That sounds better. Did you bring the clothes? ” I ask and that he nods with a yawn.

“Yeah, the dinner starts at eight and you also, well me included, we must be there at five sharp, ” that he says and both of us sink to the sofa and get to sleep.

I get up a few momemts later when i feel myself being lifted and carried. Opening my tired eyes, I observe that it’s Won Il. That he places me down on the bed and pecks my lips. After rubbing his nose against mine that he kisses my forehead and closes me.

I close my eyes when i remember how angry I was at him when planning on taking me from Hong Joong. I hate both him and Hyung Jung to take me far from the person that I loved. I was told he was a drug of course, if I continued taking him I’d overdose and die.

It sounds ridiculous but it’s true and I only realized it when i was delivered to counselling. One more thing I hated was the truth that Hyung Jung and Won Il got my children involved; I never told them I liked men because both of these hate gays, what managed to get worse was that my father’s brother is gay and both brothers aren’t speaking, mostly my dad since that he sees gays as abnormal.

I was so scared and confided in my own uncle who advised me to remain quiet for the moment until I really could stand by myself as opposed to telling my parents than getting kicked out of our home which brought me here.

Hong Joong was angry at me and always threatened that he’d tell my parents about me basically didn’t give him what that he wanted or disobeyed him. I was working late on a painting for an exhibit and lost monitoring of time. That same night that he visited visit my parents and the second thing I knew, I was called home and told to pack my shit and leave.

Hong Joong was so happy and happy with himself and that’s when every thing took the incorrect turn. I moved in with him and the abuse, mentally, physically and emotionally began. So when Hyung Jung alongside Won Il contacted my parents, they weren’t cooperative initially until my sister and brother paid me a trip.

I was refusing to consume, I appeared as if shit, I was screaming near the top of my lungs. I banged my head contrary to the walls to the stage where I fell unconscious so when I woke up, I beat the nurses and physician.

My parents stumbled on see me in a healthcare facility which angered me in to hatred. I blamed them for kicking me out and forcing me to call home with that asshole. My mother was a crying mess and my dad had dread written around his face.

I didn’t desire to get back to them and my uncle wanted to house me in the comfortable home that he and his boyfriend owned. I lived using them for some months, got myself in balance but I haven’t really spoken to my parents once they visited me at a medical facility.

My siblings visit me every chance they get though and it's really comforting within an annoying way.

I realized that after what happened between Hong Joong and me, that I don’t know very well what it certainly feels as though to be happy and in love, every thing around the finish of our split up is a lie – a lie that lasted 3 years.

And all I'd like is usually to be loved.

Chapter 2

Standing while watching industrial printer at the job, I watch since the mounds of printed documents my manager asked me to print get shit from one end to another.

Following the a large number of documents are printed, I visit a desk with a chair and sit back. These documents are for the meeting tomorrow.

I just work at Gongdan Worldwide Group. I was accepted in to the advertisement department because I won the drawing competition but what they didn't add the small print was that while you won your competition, the work description is actually bullshit. I’m just like the printer boy and obtain paid $ 50 one hour.

The printing room is similar to my domain and I don’t mind more often than not because I’m alone and comfortable here. I’ve learnt so much simply by reading these documents. I usually print a supplementary copy in the event when it’s perhaps not used, I read it.

Sorting out the papers in stacks, I get right up and grab the binding puncher and the binding strips combined with the clear plastic cover’s now, I’m choosing the green plastic right back cover. My aesthetic abilities are on point when binding booklets together no?

I roll my eyes and chuckle inside my own non-sense. This job doesn’t make much but it’s calming, I reach attract here and clear my thoughts. I stick another flash drive to the USB port of the laptop I was presented with and go through the yellow sticky remember that has ‘20 copies’ written onto it.

I open the document, select print, change the amount of copies from 1 to 21 and send it to the printer. I return to the dining table and begin punching and binding the booklets together. Booklet after booklet is performed and the thirty-one booklets are complete.

I raise a brow when i try the direction of the printer that is still printing. I track back again to my laptop and spot the page numbers. 2 hundred and forty-six pages; the printer beeps and overlooking I note that the toner and paper buttons are flashing.

The printer suddenly stops printing making me sigh. I walked to the trunk of the printing room and open the box which holds the reams of paper and frown noticing that we now have two reams missing. I just take one ream out and grab the box with the toner inside it.

Ripping both box and the paper wrapping open, I insert them within their respective places and press ok. The printer begins again and spits out the paper. I walk up to the shelf and get the clipboard off among the shelves and appearance through the document.

It includes a record of what all was in and out such as for example just how many boxes of paper and toner, pens, clipboards, binders along with other shit about it. I’m one that checks this off and signs my name on the document so I’m in charge of it and my ass is at risk if shit goes missing.

I grab a clear ream box stack in every the booklets I made. I place the clipboard at the top of the pile and place the excess copy I manufactured in another box with all the current other extra booklets I made, then slide it in to the lower shelf.

Picking the box up, I leave the area and lock it behind me. I lock this room when I leave therefore i don’t know how the 2 reams can grow feet. Going to my manager’s office with the box, I quickly scan my eyes over each desk looking for runaway reams.

“Hey pretty boy, ” Jong Soo interrupts my thoughts. I stay in my steps and turn to check out him behind me. He’s tall and handsome, delicious in ways but that he tries too much.

“Morning, ” I greet straight back. Since I started 90 days ago he’s been asking me out but I’m maybe not interested, worse once the person works in exactly the same company as me which really is a big NO!

“Don’t greet me with so much enthusiasm, ” that he mocks with a smirk.

“Jong Soo, will there be whatever you need from me? ” I ask looking to get to the level.

“You and I on a date tonite, ” that he says cutting to the chase. His next-door cubical neighbour leans right back with a smile as that he watches us.

I shake my head, “I’m perhaps not interested, even though I was, I’m working tonight. Benefit from the rest of one's day boys, ” I smile and leave. I hear his neighbour laugh and I opt to ignore them.

I visit Mr Park’s office and knock on the doorway that’s open. That he talks about me while speaking on the receiver. I sit the box on his desk and simply take the clipboard from the box. That he continues to speak for a couple more minutes and put the receiver down with a sigh.

That he looks up at me with a tired smile and rubs his eyes, “What may i do for you personally Mr Cha? ” that he says as flips through one o