SUDDEN MARRIAGE

Two

I refused to go with him when he tried to pull me to the thing he calls bedroom. I just plopped down to the couch and hugged my legs. The chains that were around me before, were finally removed from me and now I'm free.

I act like I'm sleeping and blank but I am actually plotting on how to get away from here. I don't care if this is a place that I'm unaware of, I don't care if something will happen to me outside. I don't fucking care if I die, I just don't want to be here.

Mark, on the other hand, stayed with me but he's on the other side of the couch. I don't know what he's doing but I know I don't want to see it. I don't want a word out of him.

My will to go out finally was put into action when Mark stood up. I don't know where he's going but this is totally a good chance for me to escape.

I put my bare feet on the ground and gather all my courage. The next thing I did was run, to the best that I can and pull the door open.

It was clogged.

"Donghyuck?" Mark gasps.

Shit. I just got caught. It didn't stop me, though. I tried opening it even if the knob hurted me so much. It's locked and I don't know how. I can't get out and it made me so disappointed and scared.

I felt Mark's footsteps and that made me even more encouraged to open this shitty locked door.

"Donghyuck, stop..." Mark hisses in a cold voice. "It won't open. I locked it."

"Open..." I grit. "Open this. Let me out!"

"Stop it. Stop, Donghyuck."

I crumbled to the ground and found it useless to fight with the locked door. I felt so helpless and I coiled. My eyes heat up and my heart aches.

Mark crouched down and finally, I had the courage to look at him with my bare eyes. Now that I've finally got to look at him, I found out that he's gotten a lot bulkier. His chin had a stubble and his high cheekbones were even more highlighted. However, his eyeglass didn't change. And I know that eyeglass very much. I was the one who gave it to him on his birthday.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says in a sweet tone. "Just come here, and I will send you to your room."

I shook my head and tightened my hold around my own flesh. "Let me go, Mark. I am not going to be your husband! I won't stay in this house with you!"

"You don't have to act like my husband," I heard him sigh. "I just want you to stay here, safe and healthy. That's all that I want."

"I can't be safe and healthy with you." I sob. "I want to go home!"

"I won't let them chain you again. Stay here with me and keep your freedom—"

"What kind of freedom?!" I shout. "I am locked in here! I am a mess in here! I can't have freedom while locked, Mark!"

I saw how his hands flew to his temples and massaged it. His other hand on his waist and his chest heaving fast, up and down.

"I understand your frustrations. Just please calm down, and let's go to your room."

"My room is not in here." I shake my head aggressively and cry out to myself. "I want to go home. Home, home, home. Not here. This is not my home!"

"I know." He says. "I'm not your home."

I plop my head to my legs and cry into it. I fucking want to escape, so much. I hate it that I'm stuck in here with someone that I had a past with.

"Call me when you've finally calmed down. I'll be in the kitchen." He said and stood up. His footsteps faded and I know he's not here anymore.