Deleterious

Chapter 10

Businesses along the street light up the dark road. It's surprisingly empty, the eerie setting fitting well with my own emotions. My fear is only made slightly bearable from my tipsy state. As I walk further away from the bar my situation only becomes more daunting. Am I gonna die today? I ponder this as the warmth behind me begins to fade into nothing, being replaced by more cool air.

I stop when I reach a certain point, still too scared to move too far away from the light behind me. Looking around I don't see Han seok, not even his car. At this point I don't know what's worse, its somewhat comforting to know where he is in these type of situations but it's also relieving not feeling his presence near. If I can't see him I can somehow convince my mind that I'm alone and safe. A rough pull on my arm swiftly shatters that small sense of security. Too afraid I keep my head down as I get pulled further and further away from the warmth of the bar. A hard yank pulls me to the front before letting me go. I don't have to look up to know I'm in some sort of alley. It's much darker here than on the main road, there's no light in the surrounding area. Standing completely still I realize it's quiet, too quiet. Not even the sound of shoes hitting the pavement can be heard. Shaking I tightly clench the end of my dress jacket at the realization, no one can see us here.

A long sigh breaks the silence, "So disappointing..." I gasp when I take a look up. There's a bloody broken hockey stick in his hands. My body moves on it's own, taking one small step back. I look up and find a pair of amused eyes staring back at me.

"You've been so disobedient..." I take another step backward as he comes near. Looking at his face it'd be impossible to know the true emotions hiding behind his amusement. I can see it though, with each step, the hunched over stance, the tight grip around the broken hockey stick. He's angry.

I can't even find the courage to speak, "I'm sure my orders were clear enough, even for you." More steps are taken with each word, almost like a game of chess I take my turn after he moves.

"I-I didn't mean t-to..." it's true, I didn't plan to meet him. Well, at first I didn't...

It's then all of it comes back to me. The reason I ran off to the bar in the first place pops up in my mind in vivid images. The closeness, the kiss, the stupid smiles.

"Oh? You didn't mean to come to this bar and drink with Vincenzo?" He cocks his head to the side, a daring look in his eyes as he looks straight into my own.

The anger, sadness, and stupid loneliness I've felt recently all comes back heavily, "If you can why can't I?"

Although I can't look at him as I say it, I somehow muster up the courage to speak my mind.

I shouldn't have drank alcohol

It's quiet, so quiet I can hear my own heart beating loud within my chest. Can he hear it? "Y-you w-went to the bar today? Why can't I go with a friend..."

I wish I'd stop talking, truly. I feel like with each word I dig myself a deeper grave. I can't stop though, words fall out of my mouth mangled up with fear and desperation.

"I just want you to leave me alone." I don't listen to the several other voices in my head telling me otherwise. My mind is too focused on that same vivid picture of that stupid kiss. My intoxicated mind only making it harder to keep my feelings under control.

The awfully loud silence only encourages me further, "I don't want anything to do with you. I just want to go-ack!" my words are cut off as my head is slammed into a wall behind me. A large hand presses the side of my face hard against the wall keeping me frozen in place. The pain from the impact is excruciating, it feels like my head is gonna burst from the pressure. I guess all those steps backwards brought me close enough to a dead end, I have no where to run.