Vol. 4 Chapter 2.3 - My honowable defianse toward confronting the disrespekful illllegal inhabitant

Vol. 4 Chapter 2.3 - My honowable defianse toward confronting the disrespekful illllegal inhabitant



After a while, I could see a faint light through the sheets and feel someone moving closer. I thought it was my mother, but the hand on my shivering back was that man’s.

“Lenoc.”

Even at his gentle voice, I jumped, startled out of my skin.

“Lenoc. Just now, perhaps, did you come to your mother’s room?”

Somehow I felt that I should lie to that question.

“No! I was sleeping the whole time!”

My voice was strangely broken from holding back tears, but he didn’t question me. He patted me on the back a few times, and after a while, with a long sigh, he said to himself, “I don’t know how to explain this,” and then stood up from the bed.

“I put the storybook you dropped on the table. Don’t wander around at night.”

He took the lantern and left, and I heard the door close behind him. I crawled out from under the sheets, sobbing, and saw the storybook that man had brought with him on the table over there.

I couldn’t believe it. How could my honourable father torment my dear mother like that, making him cry and bite his flesh like a demon. He was even pregnant! And that man said he was protecting them both, but he was actually tormenting Mother! Bad guy, really really bad!

Still, I cried all night, blaming myself for my cowardice in running away without saving my mother, my cheeks drenched in tears like glass panes in a downpour. The roar of the thunder seemed to shatter my faith in the man I thought was my father.

As the storm subsided and the morning sun rose, I fell asleep and ran to my mother’s room in my nightwear, my heart pounding. I knocked on the door and was greeted by my mother, who had just woken up. His face was slightly puffy from fatigue, but he smiled with red eyes. My tears were almost welling up, but I held them back.

“Lenoc, what’s wrong for you to come here in this early morning?”

“I just wanted to see you, Mother.”

My mother laughed at my clinginess and invited me to join him in bed. As I snuggled into his warm embrace, I saw the bite marks on the nape of his neck and a chest full of red bruises peeking through the slightly open buttons.

He smiled at me as if nothing had happened. My mother, who was usually compassionate but unusually gentle today, asked me if I wanted to say anything, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to make him feel ashamed.

That late afternoon, I didn’t go out to see the man off early, using the excuse that I had a stomach ache. Instead, I locked myself in my room and pulled out the notebook I’d received for my birthday the day before.

And so, this journal began.

“What are you writing about this time?”

“It’s not writing! This is a report. Writing is for kids like Eurea!”

“You’re only a year older than her, and besides, salmon, you’re spelling it wrong. Salmon. It’s spelled like this. And not exepsion, but exception.”

Martha pointed a finger at the notebook and told me to fix it.

“I-I know!”

“Ho-ho-ho-ho, of course you do. I’m sure Eurea knew how to spell salmon, too.”

Martha cowardly compared me to that girl again. I was furious, but she didn’t apologise for disrespecting my intelligence until the very end, instead trying to win my goodwill with smoked almonds. I took the almonds, of course, but I don’t approve of it. I left Martha’s kitchen, stuffing almonds into my bulging vest pockets one by one, and on my way back to my room I met another of my nemeses.

Eurea Elheim Bendyke-Teiwind.

Unlike me, who had abandoned my middle name, she proudly wore her long surname, Bendyke-Teiwind. Unaware of what the man she believed to be her father was doing to Mother, Eurea still pampered him by calling him ‘Daddy’. It made me feel horrid. I, the warrior who knew his true nature and wanted to destroy him, had the same dark auburn hair and dark eyes as him, but Eurea, his other henchwoman, had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Mother. I found it bitterly unfair.

“Oppa, what are you doing here?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“You’re doing something weird by yourself again, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean, weird! It’s all for research!”

“Phew. You can’t even spell simple words right. It’s not disrespekful, it’s disrespectful, you dummy. Bleh!”

With a cheeky taunt, even sticking out her tiny tongue, Eurea quickly took off running, her light blue dress fluttering. My two hands were trembling out of rage as I watched the long, swaying blonde disappear into the distance.

If she wasn’t an Omega, I’d chase her down and give her a smack. If only she were at least a male Omega.

I went back to my room, to let off my rising anger. I put an X mark on ‘disrespekful’ and changed it to ‘disrespecfull’.

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