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▩CHAPTER ONE▩

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School has been hell, not that it's ever been anything less. Today is just a doubled amount of all the shit I usually deal with.

I've had to deal with the same bitches that always bother me and I have been trying my absolute best to stay away from them, but they're always following me.

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  "Hey slut! Did you have fun with your sugar daddy? That's why it took you so long to get to school right?" Just lovely, the voice of Bitch 1, or Danbi. She swears that Sanha is my sugar daddy and our morning "fun" is the reason I'm always late to school, but in reality, he's my personal driver, and I live over an hour away from this hell hole.

  "He's not my sugar daddy Danbi." I rolled my eyes, closing my locker as she laughed, pressing me against it. "Yeah right whore. If he isn't, where you do get all the designer clothes?.."

"My father is rich, he is my bodyguard. I'm giving you one last chance to leave me alone." I said as she laughed, taking a daring step forward. "And what if I don't?"

She ripped the side of my skirt, a small smirk on her face she grabbed me by my collar, slamming me against the locker as I grabbed her wrist, twisting it so she'd let me go.

I didn't wanna hurt her, I very well could break her arm though. Why not scare her?

I pressed her arm to her back, slamming her against the locker as I pulled her arm far enough to dislodge it. She was visibly shaking. "Let go!"

I could see her friends walking down the hallway so I let go, preparing myself for combat.

  "Just in time, get her."

I could no longer process anything, but I knew that the pain I was feeling came from her two friends. They found it fun to beat me up when no one was looking. I was gonna fight back, but the way I fight is meant to put people in hospitals.

I never fight back out of fear...

  "Dae!"

Everything went black..

  "What happened?" I shot up, immediately regretting that decision as I grabbed my head, waiting for the sharp pain to go away. "Eunji,"

I looked around the hospital room, seeing Sanha as he sighed. "Your teacher said you weren't in class so your dad asked me to come check on you. Those girls.. "

"Enough,"

I looked over, seeing my father who sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, and I could hear the disappointment in his tone. "You're never there.. How could I have told you?" I asked as he sat back in his chair, his jaw visibly tightening. "What did they say to you?"

  "They basically called me a whore and a slut. They think Sanha is my sugar daddy..." I said as he sighed. "Eunji..." I cut him off. "Dad don't Eunji me. I'm tired of it. This happens everytime. I wish I would've just died that night." I said as his eyes widened. "Sanha leave,"

In seconds it was only me and my father in the room. This is the first time its been just us. None of his men, just us.

I forgot what this felt like.

  "Do you really feel that way?" He asked as I sighed. "Sometimes.. It's hard keeping everything to myself.. Ever since mom died you stopped talking to me. It's like you don't care about me Dad..." I said as he shook his head. "I do care, its just complicated.. I didn't mean to shut you out, but losing your mother was hard for me-"