MISTER LEE

Fourteen

A week has passed. I'm well physically. My bruises are healed, my wounds are healed as well. But I don't think I'm well mentally.

My father has been calling me and texting me about where the hell I am in this world. He's asking if I died already or something like that.

He wished me to die though, what is he fussing about?

Mister Lee has been stopping me from answering his calls. Whenever my phone rings, he always shush me and cut me off, then he declines the call himself.

I get it, I was bruised when Mister Lee saw me. My father almost killed me.

But that doesn't give him the rights to stop me if I want to answer my dad's calls. Which is why I'm calling him by myself, hiding from Mister Lee who just entered his class.

"You're fucking alive!"

I don't answer. I just sighed and made him know that I'm still out here — living, on the other side of the phone.

"Where the fuck are you?" He hisses that made me remove my phone away from my ear.

"I'm... at school."

"One fucking week?! And your things aren't here?!"

I dry my tears. "I'm... sorry."

"Go back Donghyuck! Right now!"

My legs felt like giving up. Should I really come back to him? Why? Why would I?

"Lee Donghyuck!"

I flinch as soon as my teacher calls me. Mister Lee storms over me, he grabbed my phone and threw it across the hallway. He stares at me with his mad face and his hands on the sides of his waist while clicking his tongue.

I gasp. All the students who saw that —  around three to four, saw what he did. I took a glance at my dead phone, I run towards it and held it like a baby that just cried.

I groan and threw the best I could. There's no use of it now. It's broken. And empty.

I can't even turn back to Mister Lee who did it. Of course he would throw it that easily, he is fucking rich. He doesn't have to worry about things and money.

But I do.

I'm engraged. That was my only phone. I don't have money to buy another one. I don't have my father's number. I don't have any access to Lucas now.

I hiss and pace around the hallway at the very top of the school. I'm mad at Mister Lee. For my phone, for his naggings, for the way he always stops me from talking to my father and for the way he keeps me safe — for him to use me after I'm healed.

That's only it. Sex. I agreed and I can't fuss about it now.

I hug myself and when I felt soft trails off shoes, I lift my head and saw Lucas. He is wearing his smile and I missed it.

He sits beside me on the ground and englufed me in his wide arms. He lets me cry on him. I missed him. It's been a week since I last saw Lucas.

"What's the problem sunshine?"

"Nothing."

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I'm here for you." He says.

I wipe my own tears and struggled to keep it in. I can't talk about it to anyone. I promised Mister Lee that it'll only be between us and he could kick me out of this school and from his house.

"Let's grab some ice cream."

I giggle. "Must be your treat!"

"Of couse sunshine."