TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 16

8:27PM

I never went back out of my room. They took turns to try and get me out to talk. When dinner came they tried again. I was so angry with Mark. How could he make decisions like that without consulting me first?

Tammy said his life revolved around mine but he's making mine revolve around his. What if I didn't want to become an idol? What if I didn't want to become a dancer? What if I just didn't want to go to Korea?

I'm just so frustrated of what he does! I guess he's trying to work things out for me but couldn't he talk to me first? When did he even have the chance to do that? Who did he ask to speak with my boss? How did they persuade him to move my location? Can he even do that?

*ding ding ding*

I didn't have to look to see who it was. They have created a schedule and an ordered pattern as to who would text next.

My phone was laid in front of me as I read each text they send me.

'Mom: Come out, we're worried. Miguel also wants to see you.'

I've been a bad momma to Miguel. I don't deserve such a blessing. But if I weren't to take him I don't know who would. When I made the decision to take him, I thought that if I took him, Jessica would be able to see him. She never came by. Maybe once or twice the few times I did come back home for a weekend visit.

'Tammy: Hun, please come out.'

After she'd visit she would disappear again. I wasn't able to come into contact with her because she would never really tell me what's going on. She'd just come suddenly and see Miguel and then leave. It's only been a year since I've had him so it's not that bad. But if I were to be in her situation I wouldn't want to let go of my kid. I wouldn't want to be separated for long periods of time until they grew older.

'Joey: Christine, let one of us in at least."

'Mark: let me in. I'm at the door.'

Mark wasn't suppose to text yet. He was after my dad.

I didn't want to open the door for him. I didn't want to face him. I didn't want to deal with him.

'Mark: come on, Chris. I know you've been reading all of our texts. Now open the door.'

*knock knock knock*

"Chris," he calls out from behind the door. "Don't be like this. We need to talk about this."

Now you want to discuss something with me.

"Chris, if you don't open the door I'll pick the lock," he threatens. I didn't worry about it because I'd already placed a chair under the knob.

He begins to mess with the lock and unlocks it successfully after years of experience. He tries to open the door but it doesn't budge.

"Dammit, Christine!" He curses and punches the door in frustration. "Take out the chair. Now! Or else your door will be like the one at your apartment!"

He wouldn't dare to do that. This is my parents' house. He'd get in trouble if he were to do that-

*BANG BANG*

My eyes widened as he begins to hit the door. I quickly get up and remove the chair to open the door. He almost whacked me but quickly stopped himself.

"Are you crazy!?"

"Finally," he ignores me and pulls me out of the room.

"Stop! Mark!" I yell at him. He tugs at my arm and pulls me to the living room. "What the hell?!"