Chapter 29

                                    

                                          
All his instincts told him to run, so he ran. 
Chay doesn't even know how he was in Macau's car. But when he realized, he was already on the road and driving 100 km/hour. He guesses he was lucky he hasn't crashed yet and that the road is so quiet after the rain. 
Porchay is also done crying, kicking, and screaming inside the car after a good 15 minutes. He calms now, although still a little shaky. Out of rage than sorrow. Now, he needs to start to think smart and strategically. 
He needs to go now. He is done. 
This is so not him, he knows, deciding out of wimps. But he is just ... tired, of the life he never chose for himself. He just needs to get away. Because fuck Kimhan Theerapanyakul and everything and everyone that represent and be represented by him! Then he guesses, fuck Porsche too for drowning him in this life full of Kimhan and never care that Chay is just a head above water. 
He is stupid to ever listen to any of them and gives Kim a second chance. 
Stupid. Stupid! Stupid!!
If he's lucky, they will never see him again. 
Or them. 
But ... There is still Macau, P'Pete, P'Vegas, P'Khun. Those people had been nothing but kind to him, trying their best to replicate a family for him. Maybe Chay can send a message after he is safe, to make sure they know he is alright. 
Yeah, he might just do that. 
Porchay parks the car on the street that is so quiet, there is literally no one around. It is a rich neighborhood, so leaving a posh car like Macau's here is not out of place. He picks it for that sole purpose. Courtesy of Vegas's lesson on how to survive in the wild they call city while being hunted. He is glad that he wears a plain shirt and jeans, unnoticeable unless you have trained eyes. No need to discard that then. He moves to inspect the dashboard and underseats. Macau always stashes some cash in his cars. When he finds what he is looking for, he takes three bulks of cash and throws it to the back seat. He also finds a small Glock 30 SF and a box of bullets. He contemplates for a while before deciding to take them for extra protection.
He makes a mental note to go to the market to buy clothes. Clothes like the ones he used to wear before all these nightmares began. Clothes that are common enough to blend in. 
Then he proceeds to go find a bag, one that is big enough for all his stuff later. He finds a duffle bag, Macau's gym bag it seems. In it, there are several T-shirts and training pants. Perfect. All though it screams expensive, the brands have enough dupes to go around. No one will bother if he says that these are dupes. He moves the money and the gun to the bottom of it and then fills the clothes neatly. He puts one of Macau's hats on him. It can seal his face, and he checks on the mirror. 
Chay strips himself out of jewelry, a watch, a wallet (after he takes his bus card, his ID, and some money), and a handphone. They are prone to trackers. But then he remembers something. Vegas's app is in it. He is hiding it from the main family for a reason and Chay doesn't want his phi to take any kind of wrath from them for it. 
But first thing first, he must disable it. Macau's first go-to is Vegas and Pete and he will bet they will track him whether he likes it or not now. The minor family has become his family. They've been there when his own brother can't. One more thing that he chooses to send to the back of his mind. 
Later. He will carefully think about all of these later. 
He takes off his shoes and socks. Chay's focus is back on the handphone on his hand and the titanium ring on his toe. 
'If you want to disable it all you need to do is push this switch,' Vegas showed him and Macau, 'but I would not recommend it. You can even have sex in it and I swear I won't listen to it. On my mother's grave.'