Trapped in Your Love

Chapter 1: Lonely

She sat by the window, her arms hugging her knees which were placed on the windowsill. She leaned her back against the messy curtains which were pushed to a side and pressed her head against the cold glass. A book was placed in front of her on the windowsill beside her feet, which she took no notice of.

A chill breeze ran through her soft brown locks brushing past her soft skin, freezing the beautiful features on her face. Her eyes. However beautiful they were. They told a story. Dance to her tale. As they say, eyes are the windows to the soul. They were dark hazelnut, like jewels in the dark, and glowed in the sunlight into a golden honey brown shade. Her eyebrows were arched perfectly suiting her small oval face. Not too thick. But not too thin either. As for her nose, the type you'd see in a quiet boy's sketches. And finally, we have her lips, the sweetest feature of all. Only one word to describe them. Strawberry. A strawberry pink.

The young girl was too busy in a gloomy track of thought, as always. There wasn't much she could do except, think. She'd watch the sunrise and fall through her single bedroom window. Although she lived in a completely secluded area she could see the pretty skyscrapers in the distance and the greenery. Right now she was thinking of her father. The love-hate relationship she had with him was confusing, to say the least.

It had been around two weeks and there was nothing from her father. No phone call. No message. Nothing. She had started to worry about him, what if he was killed and no one was aware? Urgent business meetings, that's what he called them. But she was old enough to find out the truth. She was old enough to know that it was far, far from the truth.

A knock interrupted her thoughts, and the door squealed open. By then she had grabbed the book in front of her and had it opened out scanning through a single sentence.

"Miss Na-Bi" the woman spoke softly, "Mr Seong is not going to be able to make it for dinner. He informed me to tell you to eat without him, the food is ready on the table waiting for you."

Na-Bi sighed softly, looking down at the ground. The feeling of disappointment. A feeling her father never fails to make her feel. She couldn't help feel a sense of annoyance at the fact that her father hadn't even bothered to contact her, but had the time to contact Charlie.

"Okay thank you Charlie" She replied with the same emotionless expression. She didn't move an inch and continued staring at the same line of her book. Focusing on the twelve words in that one sentence, but her mind. Her mind was elsewhere.

She was very aware that her dad worked in the mafia. After some snooping around in his office of course, she had managed to piece things together. Her father, Jae-on Seong, was indeed the boss. His right hand man was The Consigliere the man that followed him around everywhere. She didn't catch his name though everyone referred to him as Mr Consigliere. Na-Bi had a great relationship with him, whenever he was around life was less boring he always found ways of making it more enjoyable for her. He would always bring her sweets. The last time she had seen Mr C was six months ago, now he was always doing work. So Na-Bi never saw him around but she suspected that her father had something to do with it.

There was no underboss because her father trusted absolutely no one. The only reason Mr C was trusted was because Mr C wasn't any ordinary man he was Na-Bi's uncle. Her mother's younger brother. Na-Bi couldn't help feeling guilty when Mr C had to tell her that. When she was younger a glass bottle hit the back of her head and she forgot everything after that incident.

Having Caproregimes were also unnecessary as there was only one aim. Revenge. Na-Bi didn't know what the revenge was about, but she could tell it was tearing her father apart every single day. She suspects it's linked to her mother's death. After her accident, she remembers some sort of chase and that they were in danger but it was all a blur in her head. Hyeoraek Inzaghi was formed after her mother's death. Hyeoraek meaning blood in Korean and Inzaghi meaning king from an african origin, translating to Blood King.

There also happened to be a fear. A paranoia her father always portrayed. Her father strictly forbade her from leaving the house even if it was out in the garden. She was trapped. Trapped in her own house.

It made her want to hate her father for it. But she never could. She still loved him. The words he spoke that day echoed in her head, it made her pity him. She didn't understand back then.

A little girl stood under a black umbrella with a man beside her. She watched her mother's dead body burn on a pyre. Her father squeezed her little hand as a sign of comfort. But she didn't want that, she wanted her mother back. Streams of tears ran down her cheeks. Her father bent down to face her placing his hands on her shoulder, his eyes met his daughter's teary ones. "It's for the best Na-Bi, this is why you shouldn't ever leave the house. You'll listen to Papa won't you?"

"Miss Na-Bi, Mr Seong wants you to eat now." The servant's voice appeared again in a firmer tone snapping Na-Bi out of her flashback.

She closed the book and cleared her throat. "I'm not hungry I'll eat in a bit."

"I'm sorry Miss Na-Bi, but you must come and eat at the table now Mr Seong threatened to fire me if you refused to eat today as well" Charlie's voice faltered showing some sort of emotion for the first time in her two years of service. Na-Bi was almost taken in surprise at the fact that Charlie was pleading her.

She sighed getting up from the windowsill and walked towards her bed tossing her book. "Fine."

Yu Na-Bi hated her relationship with Charlie. They could have been great friends. If it wasn't for her father. It took her father fourteen servants to fire for her to realise that she shouldn't make friends with them. Her father always said having friends makes you weak, so you should avoid such distractions in your life. Instead, use your enemies, they will be more loyal than a friend because they have more to prove. Whereas, friends are easily aroused to envy which will lead to their betrayal. That's the way he ran his mafia only enemies beside him. Friends only become spoiled and tyrannical, another one of his infamous sayings.

Little did Na-Bi know there was a story behind her father's behaviour. What her father failed to understand was that business and life are two completely different things.

"Na-bi, this is Charlie she'll be your new servant" Her father exclaimed in his usual stern tone.

"W-what?! What happened to Joanne?" Na-Bi asked completely taken aback.

"She's being replaced."

"Yes. I can see that father. But why?" The frustration in the tone of her voice was evident.

"Watch the tone of your voice, young lady! I've told you several times not to make friends with the servants. Your relationship should only be strictly professional."

She couldn't believe this, her eyes widened completely taken aback at the fact that her father would even do such a thing. It made her feel so trapped, she needed someone to talk to. Someone to communicate with otherwise she was certain she'd completely lose the plot. She believed there was no difference between a dead body being in her place and her living and breathing one. The only thing she could do freely was breathe. To just exist. "But fa-"

"-Yu Na-bi! i think that's quite enough don't you?"

She could feel her blood boiling through her veins. She wanted to scream. Shout. Just to be heard. Just this once. At least. She clenched her jaw digging into the palms of her hand with her nails.

Everything's changed since then. Her anger and frustration slowly turned into numbness. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing hurts. It just feels...numb. She got used to just existing but never living. Instead she constantly daydreams of the life she longed for, which provides her a sense of comfort to keep her going.