Eternal || DPR IAN

7. Runnin'

Ian's POV:
"Christian, get off!" Scott yelled. Oh. Guess I forgot to mention; I'm kicking Dabin's ass. He deserves it. "Jimmy! Don't just fucking stand there! Help!" Scott panicked as he tugged on my sweater.
"Traitor! Idiot! I hate you! I hate you so much!" I said as I punched him. I must say though, my speed slowed down and I started sobbing. He was my brother. He was my friend. How could he?
"You get everything and never value it. How could you do this to me? To her! I hate you!" I spat as I prepared to throw another punch. "What's with all the ruckus?! The police has been called for the alteration!" One of the floor neighbors said. Because yes, we were that loud.
"Chris, go. Run before they come." She said. "But I can't leave you here. Not with him." I said. "Then, Scott, help me pack. Jimmy, drive Ian to the spot." she ordered as everyone split up.
"What about me?" Dabin coughed out. "You? You're going to jail." I said before taking his belt and strapping him down. "Ian, we gotta run." Jimmy tugged. I nodded and we ran off.
"Wait!" We heard a female voice. "I'm terribly sorry, miss, but we must le-" "Please come. It is in regards to the lady in there." She said pointing to the apartment. Jimmy and I looked at each other and sighed. We nodded and looked around before entering.
"Sit sit please. Make yourselves at home." She said. We sat and looked around. "Nice place you got, miss." Jimmy complimented. As they started a mini conversation about the place, I took the opportunity and texted Scott.

Me: Scott, we're in an apartment on the same floor. I believe it's 790. Knock twice where you're here.
🕴🏻🕴🏻: Bet. We're almost out of here. Give us 2.
Me: Alright.

"Have you boys eaten yet?" She asked. "It's alright. We have quite the schedule today, actually." I replied. "Oh dear. Then I'll prepare something for take out and we can talk whilest." She said as she waved us towards the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink?" She asked as she stood at the fridge. "I'll have chocolate milk." Jimmy perked. "Apple juice is fine with me." I replied in a saddish tone. She nodded and poured our drinks. Very friendly woman.
"You're in love with her. So deep, you'd go to hell and back for her." She said. "How-" "You're face and tone. You sound very sad. Besides, nobody would come to fight at four in the morning for something not worthy of such thing." She said as she chopped some veggies.
"Yeah. You're right." I responded. "Forgive us, but may we know your name?" Jimmy requested. "I'm Gayoung. Lim Gayoung. And you?" She said with a little smile. "You can call me Jimmy. The sad blob over here is Ian. Nice to meet you." Gee. Thanks for calling me a blob, knob head.
"The pleasure is mine. Are you all friends of the young lady?" She said as she prepared our food. "Yeah. But mister sadness here, is an aspiring lover." That's true. "Then I believe you are the ones who shall know this. Specially you since you're deeply infatuated." She said pointing with the knife. Not in a threatening way though.
"Go on, miss." I said straightening up. "I'm assuming you know the dimwitted youngster she's with?" She said. "Dabin? Yeah, we know him." Jimmy replied. "Unfortunately." I whispered. The lady must've heard me because she chuckled my way.
"What about him?" Jimmy asked. "Was he ever aggressive with any of you?" She asked as she continued preparing the food. "Not at all. He was really peaceful and laid back. Why?" Jimmy answered. She hummed and turned to the fridge.
"It's like we're talking about two completely different people, because he is definitely not that boy anymore." She replied carrying on with her cooking. "Could you elaborate?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"That poor girl has been through a lot for the past year. He was very lovingly at first. One could glance at them and say they were bound to get married....but then something changed within him. Suddenly he was acting very indifferently with whom he had chosen as his partner." She spoke as she glanced our way.
"Things took a horrible turn. They went on a ninety degree drop and never found the bottom until today. On a good day, she would only get pushed and ignored. Maybe even yelled at." She said a bit saddened. "And on.. On a bad day?" I asked sniffing a bit. Honestly, I was afraid of what she would say next. How horrible and rotten could a person be to get to such a degree of violence?
"On a bad day... Well, on a bad day she got beat and called various profanities. Dragged down the halls while being humiliated and put down. Tugged by the hair, or arm, harshly until they went inside. We could only hear her pleas for him to stop and then we only heard him yelling at her very harshly. One time, the poor girl was limping so bad I had to help her walk." She said. She was completely heart wrecked. But so was I.