Run, Girl

Chalter 10: The Confrontation

After the plan had been agreed to and the detailed formed, then we decided to go out for breakfast, feeling confident that Mark wouldn't approach me while I was with group of people.

We walk out into the newly November sunshine. It was crazy to think of how fast time had flown since my September arrival. Hand in hand with Yoongi, we arrive at a popular brunch spot. As he pulled my chair out for me to sit, I can't help but look around, our outdoor seating crowded by those in fluffy, end of fall coats as people sipped there steaming hot coffee. No sign of Mark.

"I keep looking for him, too " Kim admits "but I don't see hi." she says as she and Tag take their seats, breath rising her mouth as the chill hits. "I'm going going need something hot. It's fucking cold out." She grumbles, wrapping herself tightly in her fancy fur coat.

A small giggle escapes my lips, so continually thankful for my wonderful friend. Our hot coffees arrive and we enjoy them all in quiet. I'm deep in thought, running the plan over and over in my head so that it can be executed perfectly.

I'm distracted as Yoongi places his gloved hand on my leg. I look over and smile, greatful for his trust and confidence in me. I lean in and kiss him on the cheek, their color turning red as he breaks out into a grin.

After our breakfast, we head our own separate ways. Kim and Tag head back to my place and Yoongi and I head to the company building.

Yoongi and I appeared to arrive to work as we are let into the building by security. We make our way down to the makeup room. Once there, I set to work on Yoongi. Transforming his appearance completely. Wigs and clothing accessible thanks to Kim's key that she gave me that morning to unlock her side of lockers Unlocking the lockers that held such things, I again was overcome with gratitude for my new friends.

When Yoongi's look was transformed, he pocketed my cell phone and walked by himself to his recording studio as I followed several steps behind. With a look back at me, he winks and closes the door beding him.
I continue walking down the hall, saying hello to security as I look up at the clock. It was 12:30. Almost time.

I exit the building and head to my destination. Mark had a habit of being early and today should be no exception. I crossed the road and entered the park, the sun still high in the sky despite the nip of cold I could feel stinging my cheeks.

I find a bench and take a seat. This small park was very open with a handful of trees and benches for resting. Knowing he'll find me wherever I sat here, I nervously look around for any approaching signs if his impending arrival.

"You're early" a gravely voice wipers behind me.

I whip my head around to see him, leaning on a nearby tree. Mark looked different, skinnier maybe.

"I know you well" I say and he walked over and took a seat next to me. Sharing the bench with my abuser sent a quick shock to my nervous system. I quickly do my best to continue with my courage. "So, Mark, what do you want?" I demand, my voice slightly shakey.

"Isn't it obvious? You. It's always been you.  Empty your pockets. I need to se that you've listened and didn't bring a phone." Mark demanded , his teeth showing through a smile as he glared downshake. I stand to show him my empty pockets "You know, you can come back quietly?"

"I don't want to come back..."

"You will when I out you to your boyfriends dedicated fan base. You know, I've heard a few of them are even crazier than me...."

"Go ahead. We've already gone public  in this town and plan on coming out to the rest of the world soon"  I say with my face straight.

"Well, we'll see about that. I doubt they'll take well to a married woman stealing their Idol..."

"I have zero desired to be married to you." I interupt him, meeting his eyes. "If I didn't make that clear to you before then..."

"Shut up, you stupid whore" Mark says threateningly under his breath.

Something cold pokes into my side. My eyes widen in shock and fear as my plan goes right out the widow.

"Your coming with me. And we're leaving now" he leans in and whispered into my ear. "Do you understand, yet?"

My eyes shoot around the park, looking for my disguised Yoongi. I start to cry silently at the thought this has gone very wrong.

"Get up," Mark demands "we're leaving"

I stand, my eyes in a panic as I frantically look around.

"Is there a problem?" Yoongi appears off to the side and approaches us. Eyeballing the situation quickly.

"No, man, no problem" Mark says in a sly voice, clearly unaware of Yoongis true identity.

My eyes meet Yoongi's as I try to convey the danger we were now both in. Another man then approces. It's the security from BigHit that Tag called in from my apartment. He walks straight up to Mark with an unmatching confidence.

"I don't think the lady wants to go with you, sir. Can you please step away?" Security ordered.

"I don't think I'll be doing that" Mark said, revealing the handgun and pointing it to my head. "See, if she doesn't come with me, I'll end her."

Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight of the weapon. His mouth popped open in shock.

"Sir, if you don't let her go,I will be forced to..."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"Mark screams over the security guard's threats, pressing the gun harder into my head.

"NO!" Yoongi shouts. A look of recognition crosses Mark's face as he takes in the situation for what it is.

"So, this is the famous August D" Mark says with a sleezy smile "pretty bold of you to date a married woman..."

"Just let her go" Yoongi pleads. His voice quiet, bust desperate.

"Mark?"
 
He looks to me suddenly, started by the calm demeanor of my voice.

"You won't win. I'll always try to get away from you. I don't love you. Killing me won't change anything...."

Mark looked around, people stopping their afternoon walks to see what the commotion was about. The police had also started to arrive, thanks to Kim. She called them right after Tag sent the security.
 
The panic on Mark's face more evident now. Keeping the gun pushed to my head, he looked around seeing how his plan had gone horribly wrong. 

"You fucking BITCH!" He yells as looks back at me. "You just wanted to see my life ruined. Are you happy now?" He presses the gun so hard into my head that I can feel a bruise forming.  "Are you... happy... now?"

Mark started to sob years of outrage as the police came closer. Yoongi was held back by the security as he tried to push though to get to me.

In the distance I see Kim,  her worry evident on her face, Tag standing by her side in a form of shock. 

I hear Mark  scream obscenities as my world goes suddenly black.