The Trapped Princess | 18++

Chapter 4

"Miss Hye-rin is home.."
"What?"
"But isn't it a little too early?"
"She's here, she's here.."

*CRAAAASH*

The sound of the antique vase that I know will cost my dad another million won hit the marbled floor and ring throughout the grand entrance of the mansion I live in.

Take that, take your fucking money dad..

Not satisfied I kick the second vase, the same pair that I just knocked before and let it fall on the ground with the same dramatic crashing voice while the maid around me trembled in fear.

I turn around and stormed to my room. I know ruining his antique vase would be seen as petty and childish but I didn't care.

This is the only payback I could give, because I know the old man would force me to go to work again tomorrow, to that God damn office of his.

"Urghhhhhh!!" I groaned as I recall the veiny hands face while my dad slapped me in front of him. It was so fucking embarrassing, and this is all his fault, him and his snotty celebrity behavior!

It's too bad you refused to.

If you're not one of them, I'll be more than glad to let you taste heaven again.

You.. Tasted amazing.

His words repeat in my head, and as much as I hate it I couldn't deny how it affects me much more than it should be.

Fuck him!!
Fuck the stupid veiny hands guy!!
Fuck BTS!!

Stepping into the squeaky clean room I walk straight to my closet and strip myself down from the dull-looking office clothes.

I grabbed my ripped jeans, the white top with trails of paints on it, the one that the maid give up to save already and stormed towards the very backside of this mansion I used to call home.

The greenhouse is my one and only safe place, whenever I need to calm myself down or to let out this mountain of anger towering inside of me I always go there.

Inside the large greenhouse sit dozen types of plants, all chosen by my mother. She used to come here every day, taking care of the plants wholeheartedly, showering them with care and love, which ironically she suddenly abandoned without a warning, just like me.

I ignore the sting of pain as I thought about her again. Instead, I focus on the large blank canvas in front of me, setting the balls of paint ready on my side.

I took the first one and smash it against the white canvas, the balls popped with a loud sound and smear the canvas with black color.

I took the second one and hit it again, the shocking pink color popped, showing a stark contrast with the black.

I hit the third one, the fourth, each ball of paint representing my anger. I smashed it again and again until the canvas filled with bursts of colors all over the place, and my heavy breath slow down.

***

"Miss, it's time for dinner." I heard the knock on my bedroom and instinctively close my eyes.

Puffing another heavy breath I dragged my body off the bed. The truth is I'd rather starve than have to eat with them, but I've got no choice.

Entering the grand dining room I saw the old man sitting at the end of the grand long table, on his right side sit his wife and his son, my half brother whose only seven.

His wife, who spotted me from afar immediately got up from his chair, offering the usual fake smile as she greeted me. "Ah.. Hye-rin ah you're here. Come and sit with us, the food is still warm and I prepared this for you."