Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I was regretting my decision.

I shouldn’t have believed Felix’s bullshit nor decided to eat that shitty barbecue with him.

I cursed myself angrily. Had I never had a barbecue before? Did I have to make myself so pathetic all just

for a barbecue?

Yet I had barely taken a few bites before nearly dying in this damned drain! I really did deserve this!

But I couldn’t accept dying just like this!

“Is anyone there? Can someone help me?” I cried out as loudly as I could, hoping some passerby in the rain could hear my voice and pull me up.

I didn’t have high hopes, but I didn’t want to give up either.

There was nothing else in the street besides the roar of thunder and lightning.

Dread and fear swarmed me.

I tried getting myself out of the drain several times with my own strength. It wasn’t a large hole. I thought

I could do it.

But the walls were too slick to climb. My injured leg wasn’t helping either. My chances of climbing out of here were basically nil.

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Dying like this was actually a good thing. At least I wouldn’t need to remember how painful my days with

Felix were.

But I couldn’t die.

I still had Mom and Dad. They’d be devastated without me.

Strangely, Felix didn’t cross my mind at this point in time. It was my dear parents that I missed.

Felix had wounded and disappointed me too much.

I yelled like an angry beast in the drain, desperation filling my cries.

When the water in the storm drain reached my chest level, an old scavenger found me.

He toled at me from the edge of the drain. It only by the dimm flashlight in his shabby raincoat pocket

Teb mesti Im hurt cried for help. Dirty rainwater filed my mouth. It tasted bitter and acrid

Don’t be scared go get some things to come and help you”

The oilt man leit, leaving the world cold once again.

Il faced all my worst fears alone on that silent night. I wated quietly, believing in the old man’s kindness

and using that he would retum

I don’t remember how to cry only wanted to get out of this dangerous old storm drain as fast as could

The old man soon retumed. He trossed down a long, thick rope. “Wrap the rope tight around your waist.

must’ve been fighened because I studied and failed to be the rope several times.

When I finally dic. The old man used all his might to pull me up. The veins in his bony hands throbbed also used my fingers to push onto the drain walls, trying to reduce my body weight

We tried several times but to no avail. I fell back into the well again and again, the wounds on my body only increasing in number. I was exhausted.

As I cried fearfully gathered all my strength and continued trying

The old man looked weaker now, yet he was still encouraging me, so what reason did I have to give up?

On the 14th my summoned all the energy in my body and used the old man’s strength to hoist myser

up along the dran wals.

it finaly worrec

Through my swimming vision. I looked at the familar streets, unrelenting rain, and kind, worried old man. I forced out a sank you and finally blacked out.

1 had many strange dreams. All of them were memories of my past.