She takes on a secret identity to start a new life, but no matter how hard she tries.. she can't escape who she really is and the path that was chosen for her.
Along the way she meets a couple of people, some show her that she doesn't need to run f...
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Twenty
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"You better be sorry!"
I know I literally just told her father that I would never want to be the reason for her to be so upset, but right now I feel like I have a pretty good reason to be upset with her. I know my words upset her even more than she already is and I do feel bad for her.
I kept my cool while Mr. Jung was still here. But now that he's gone, I have the freedom to show my actual feelings about the situation.
I get up from the couch and walk away from her and make my way over to her kitchen to grab a bottle of water from her fridge. Once I've unscrewed the bottle, I almost drink the entire bottle and take a deep breath once I screw the cap back on.
I run my hand through my hair and make my way back into the living room. I turn to face Ava and once again my heartstrings get pulled on when I see her tear stained cheeks, while her blue eyes look like they're drowning in the gorgeous blue sea they resemble.
"Why would you lie to me Ava?"
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head as I start pacing in the middle of the living room. In the corner of my eye, I can see that she closes her mouth again as she watches me. I furrow my eyebrows as I try to figure out why she would even lie to me.
Was I not trustworthy enough?
What reason could she possibly have that will justify lying to me like that.
At this point I'm even doubting that everything she told me about her relationship with her parents and brother is real. I'm doubting her honesty for two very good reasons.
One, she told me that she lied about who she really is.
Two, from what I just witnessed - I can't imagine her relationship with her father is as bad as she told me the first night we met.
"Am I not trustworthy enough to know who you really are? And was I even supposed to find out about your true identity?"
If it were possible, there'd be steam coming out of my ears.
"Koo-"
"No! Do you have any idea how I'm feeling right now? I feel betrayed and played. I feel like a huge fuck up right now!"
Yet again, I run my hand through my hair as I lean my back against the wall. I lean my elbows against my knees and hide my face in the palms of my hands. I refuse to look at her while she's still crying.
