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after bunches of curses she got once they entered the car and reached home, sora went straight to her room. nah, she wouldn't cry.
profanities and insults are nothing anyway. the girl was just annoyed.
yes, she could run away wherever and whenever she wants to but no, she wouldn't risk herself getting caught again. also, she wouldn't want to deal with her ugly old man again.
even among the tall buildings that make her look small, they would locate her because kim's people are everywhere.
and jail ...it is just troublesome.
so, she rested her sore muscles on the comfy bed, adding more creases here and there. right when she was about to sleep, her phone rang.
oh, what now?
she groaned at the sound and her hand went to find the phone she threw somewhere on the bed.
with rolled eyes, she picked up without checking the caller. "who?"
"ah, you don't save my number? as expected ..." the sleepy girl heard the man say and she already knew what kind of face he had now with the sarcastic words that spilled out.
of course, with the smug smile plastered on his face.
by the way, it was the annoyingly charming officer park jongseong. and yes, she just described him accurately.
"i don't have time for your lecture or whatever. i'll go sleep." she huffed out and heard a chuckle from the other side.
"pack your stuff, he will pick you up at 8. i'll say again, he will be there at 8, sharp. do not ever think of waking up late. and no escaping." this time his tone was stern.
dead serious. and she knew well that this time his smirk already wiped out his face and now replaced with a serious expression.
she would try to argue with him but this time, she let him go since she was sleepy.
''if anything happens, i've warned you, sora.''
nah, she would never be scared of the officer. never. tsk.
maybe, deep down ...just a tiny bit. tiny.
the call ended. tomorrow, she will be free. it will be easy to escape anyway. what was it again? discipline teacher? or whatever they are, she knows things to do to escape.
sora really had no plan to obey the order. but thinking of how she could be free for months, she was more than willing to do so.
a backpack was thrown to the floor and she began to rummage through her closet, picking out some clothes.
and maybe some things that would be called as a weapon, for protection purpose of course.
the packing continued until the girl realized that she was still in the blood-stained shirt. and also with some untreated wounds.
sora was already used to the injuries so that wasn't a big problem at all.
dried blood here and there on her arms with some cuts that were still fresh. no, they weren't because she was harming herself.
that shit won't do anything to her, so she stopped doing those ages ago.
with a heavy sigh, she went to change and treat the wounds. it stung when she applied the ointment but she proceeded to apply them to the rest of the fresh wounds.
she had done a lot of things before. so, escaping will be just a piece of cake for her. after minutes of thinking, she fell asleep.
today was tiring for her but she hoped, she hopes tomorrow will be less tiring.
she wasn't hoping for much, she just hopes that she could get a little breather from the reality. even just a little, she would say millions of thank you to whoever makes it happen.
no, she still wants to live a life so suicide never is an option for her.
envious. she envies the people who have something to make them smile and laugh.
the people who have a place to seek comfort. the people who have someone to give them warmth without being pushed away.
she wants those too, even she knows how fucked up she is and how she knows she's not worth it to have those. but still, she's a human.
behind those tough facades, she's just a little girl. yeah, a little girl who lacks manners. but fuck that, is that even her fault in the first place?
no shit, please go blame it all on her old man and old lady.
they should use that money for parenting classes, to be honest.
to sum it up, she wants what those kinds of people have.
even for temporary.
because she knows how unworthy for her to feel them, she'd be so grateful to have maybe a tiny bit of those good things to happen to her.
for now, she's thankful that she met him. she knows she could find at least a bit of source of comfort from him.
sora is thankful that she met officer park. park jongseong.
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i wonder what does jay's hug feels like
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Romance"it's going to be okay. no one will hurt you anymore." ㅡthe officer suggested her old man to send her to a place where she could be fixed and become a normal teenager or whatever it is. and, the man blindly agreed without even reading the agreement...
