Perfect World

Chapter 66

Mina POV

I knew one place where they probably going to be, and it probably involves her mom. We ran back to the car and hopped in, we also took the phone from upstairs along with the letters. Chaeyoung need these letter, I'm not letting him take these away from her and I think she would like to have these later on in the future.

The girls in the car kept asking questions on what was going on and Bambam explained everything. I looked down at the letters and flipped through them one by one. Her mom knew she were going to pass away soon. But she still had the time to make her her letters and care for her. Mrs. Son must have been a great mom.

Now, I have to go see her for the third time but with everyone else and hopefully things won't go as bad. This had to be about the money between Chaeyoung and her mom. I should have known.

"Open the glove compartment, Mina." Bambam said with his eyes still peering at the road.

I slowly open the compartment and didn't see anything. I put the letters in and before I could close it, he reached over. His face scrunched up from reaching over deep inside the compartment and open a small box in the back. Slowly he pulled out a gun and my body completely froze. I'm pretty sure everyone else did too.

"Why do you have a gun?" Somi yelled.

"Safety. Just in case. Do realise my dad is apart of a top business. So, anyone can do anything within his company especially deals just for a stupid building." He said.

"Meaning?" Somi motioned to go on.

"Meaning, someone could possibly threaten me because my dad is a a powerful man. Don't worry about it. I'm not doing anything dangerous and I have never used it unless it was an emergency. I have taken classes before and surprise, my dad actually gave it to me." He explain.

"Uh, that's make sense." Sana said with a half smile.

"Okay, now listen to me. This man is a dangerous man. His record is the proof that he's a dangerous man. What we saw in the house was scary but it show evidence that he can be wild and danger. A drunkard man who is most likely abusing Chaeyoung and probably kill her dad. I don't want to get on the wrong side of him. So, this gun is for a safety but I won't use it unless I have to. You get it?" He said.

By the time he said that we parked outside of the cemetery. Bambam made everyone stay put but I'm not going to stay here and he knows that. No one else's lives are going to be put at risks here and I'm not letting my friends get hurt. The rain pouring hard still and my hair was soaked which Bambam's hair was also soggy and kind of funny looking. I let out a small laugh and I know I shouldn't be laughing in this situation but I also getting nervous.

"What?" He whisper.

"Nothing. You know, you can make a really good cop." I said.

"You have said that before. And to be honest I have been considering it." He said titled his head.

I nodded. We make our way to Mrs. Son's grave closer yet slowly. There wasn't any fog which is good. It was clear but it was dark and I saw a couple shadows. Padded footsteps were around us but I didn't know where it was coming until I heard sobbing and cries. We made our way slowly closer to the sound until I saw them.

Chaeyoung.

I let out a sigh and my lips quivered.

Breathe Mina.

Breathe.

Chaeyoung POV

"Don't say anything, how about we take a visit to see your mommy. Maybe you can be buried next to her." He laughed.

He grabbed my wrist and put the gun near my body and I felt the tension between the death machine and my waist. I didn't whimper, I didn't move, I couldn't do any of it and if I did, there would be no doubt about it that he would fire it. He was angry, raging, maybe even sad and lost. I didn't know what was going on his mind right now but I know that he hated me and I was his one percent to his 99% of unwanted problems. He shoved me out of the house with the gun still locked on me, ready to fire if I say or do something. I was shoved back into the car and we took off driving again.

Then I realised the smell of alcohol inches away from me. He must have been drunk for a while now. I should have noticed it, I mean I have been around it since I was little, it ruined my sense and taste for it. The scent completely drenched the air in the car, I wanted to gag but I couldn't. There was nothing to throw up since I didn't eat for a couple days. When we finally made it to the cemetery I was wincing in pain from the walk to the car and my mother's grave. Everything was aching and hurting.

Emotionally and physically.

I'm going to die today.

I was thrown down next to my mom's stone and he took his last sip of his bottle of liquor. He smashed the glass to the ground causing me to flinch. He licked his lips and looked at me in anger. He take one pieces of glasses and pointed over me. His eyes were teary and he started to laugh maniacally and was throttling the gun back and forth. I start to cry hard and uncontrollaby.

"You know, I try to loved you, accept you. But, god! You just look exactly like him! You act like him! Then, you took everything away from me as well." He said.

He pointed the gun towards the grave and tilted his head feeling defeated and upset.

"You! I told you I love you! You should love me not him! Its me you should love! He used my name and everything about him it should be me! But you choose him! Even you know everything, you still choose him! He's just nothing!" He yelled and cry.

I start to cry as well, his face was tired and so was mine.

"Please. Just let me go. Even you aren't my dad, but I have been my whole life with you. I know you aren't bad. Please, just let we start a new life." I said sobbing.

"Shut up! Just shut up! Shut up!" He yelled.

He pointed the gun toward back me aiming for my head.

"You l know, I kill him just like this. I aim it to his head, and boom. He said just exactly like you. New life? Bullshit! He took my whole life, and he wanted to start new life with me?!" He said still pointed to my head.

"Please, don't." I cried loudly.

He stood there with his eyes closed and stood silent. he heard my cries, he heard me sobbing and he stood there thinking what he should do. His grip tightened against the handle. The last thought that was going through my mind was Mina.

Myoui Mina.

I love her.

I love Mina.

I closed my eyes hoping that my mind was in the right and would change the thought of what he was about to do.

"Mr. Kim Na Hyun, please drop the gun." I heard a voice from distance.

A subtle one, a calm one, a voice that I heard before. A soft soothing one where I could fall asleep to, the one person who always ask if I'm okay and everything felt calm again. But I stuck in my breath.

This had to be a dream.

-Now, lets dream for the ending 😌-