DO YOU REMEMBER ME (CHAELISA) COMPLETED

Chapter 12

LIAM'S POV

I handed her the folded, crinkled paper. She took it slowly, between her middle and index fingers. She looked down at the name, then back up at me.

I nodded and she carefully unfolded it, making sure not to rip or tear it. She read it to herself in a whisper. I had it memorized.

Dear Chaeyoung,

I hope you can forgive me, but you probably won’t. I know I’ve done terrible things

and that I’ve caused this. But you have no idea how much I regret what has happened. I need you to know that I love you, and I promise I will return. I will make up for this. I don’t know when I will be back, but I will. I swear on my life. If you don’t forgive me, I don’t blame you. Because I know I never will either.

Love, Liam.

“I wrote this when I brought you back to Jisoo's.” Chaeyoung nodded. Her eyes were watery again.

She said nothing. She just folded the paper up and stuck it in her jeans. Eventually she grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. A kiss more deep, more eager more passionate than ever before. Even before all the craziness.

I held her tight and close, things getting intense. Just like every other time, we both lost our breath. I couldn’t pull away. I wanted her. I needed her. My body burned for her.

She was mine. I pulled away just for a moment, to look around. Nobody was here. Thank God. I took Chaeyoung by the hand and lead her to the back of the pavilion, where the two bathrooms were. I pulled her into the girls’ bathroom and we continued our make-out session there.

Now I know a girls’ bathroom in a pavilion at a damn park is nothing fancy nor romantic nor sanitary but it’s all you got when you’re homeless. And that is where I claimed her mine. Again. If you know what I mean, I don’t need to go into detail.

After so long, she was rightfully mine once more. There was no greater feeling than that. But I still had a promise to keep. Having to go back and tell that story, to have to re-live those memories and feelings again… is not something to look forward to.

At least after the ordeal was done, I wouldn’t be alone and things could go back to normal. How they were supposed to be.

How I would take Kai's life was simple. There was no way I could fight him, he was way stronger than me. He was only 3 inches taller than me, but he seemed to tower over me.

I was glad to rid of him. Not as much as I was to rid Jennie, but still glad. I always hated his blonde hair. A guy shouldn’t have blonde hair. It wasn’t right.

We were sitting on the couch, drinking bud light and watching football, like a couple of old friends. There were two problems with it; 1. I loathed Kai. 2. I hated sports. Especially football.

“Where’s my sister? Haven’t seen her since yesterday at dinner.”

“We stayed up late… you know… having a little fun. She’s still asleep.”

“You dog.” He laughed, “I didn’t need to know that but OK.”

After a few minutes, he said, “Dude, get me another beer.”

I nodded and headed into the kitchen, everything going just as planned. I snatched a beer can from the fridge and rummaged through the cabinet until I found the small jar I’d hidden in there just a few days ago.

I popped open the beer can and sprinkled just a bit of the white powder into it. I re-hid the jar and returned to Kai, handing him his death sentence.