Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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"Let her go or I'll blow your brains out." A familiar voice calls out. I turn to the direction of the voice and see Lisa holding a gun and pointing it towards Sehun.

Sehun's attention diverts from me to the unwanted guest. "Who the fuck are you?"

"You don't need to know. Didn't your mother teach you that it's bad manners to threaten a lady?" Lisa asks and takes a step closer towards us. "Jennie, get up."

It is dark, save for the random streetlights sprawled across the area that found its way to illuminating the alleyway. Sehun brings the knife closer to my neck almost piercing skin and drawing blood. "Get up, Jennie and it'll be your blood on the asphalt. Try me."

I choke back a sob, my mind conflicted and a little bit hazy. I throw a dirty look at Sehun's way but he ignores me and turns his head again, focusing his attention on Lisa who still has the gun pointed in his direction.

Can he even shoot that thing? Of course she can, she's a gang leader! "I won't say it again," Lisa warns. "Put the knife down and let her go."

"Or what, little girl?" Sehun mocks, his ego getting the best of him. Like always. "You going to shoot me, little dude?"

Sehun is much more muscular than Lisa. He's known for frequenting the neighborhood gym so he's quite buff. I'm surprised he hasn't even crushed me yet. I couldn't see Lisa's reaction from my vantage point because Sehun's tall and muscular frame is blocking me.

This is the perfect time for me to escape: I'm not going to be deflowered today, Sehun's knife has seemingly been dropped on the floor and-

Wait... the knife is on the floor. The coke head must have dropped it in his stupidity. While he was busy berating Lisa, I peep form behind his legs and motion to Lisa that I'm about to slide the knife to her.

She catches my drift and nods slowly while Sehun continues his tirade. I slip the knife which was two centimeters away from Sehun's foot and slide it all the way to Lisa who catches it with her left foot, but hides it behind her back.

Maybe it's the weed talking but Sehun is still mouthing off to Lisa, and if it wasn't for the fact that I'm traumatized I would have actually laughed in his face.

Lisa, still angling the gun to Sehun makes a silent motion for me to run to her and I do. With the speed of Usain Bolt, I rush towards Lisa's side before Sehun realizes what is happening. Lisa grabs me by my waist and pushes me to her back.

"You little bitch!" He exclaims, his tone holding nothing but pure rage.

"Call her that again and I'd actually shoot you," I hear Lisa say. I peep from Lisa's back in time to see that Sehun is charging towards us, but Lisa takes matters into her own hands and I hear the firing of a bullet.

Holy shit! She shot him. She actually shot him... on the foot.

Sehun crouches down and groans, holding his now bullet-holed left foot in pain.

"Let this be a reminder to you the next time you want to assault a lady." Lisa puts the gun in her back pocket and turns to face me, her eyes filled with worry. At this point, I think I'm almost hysterical. Lisa Manoban actually shot somebody and I witnessed it.

"You actually shot somebody," I whisper in disbelief. "Holy shit, we're going to prison."

She narrows her eyes, her expression showing nothing but anger. "Don't worry about the fucker. Worry about yourself and we're not going to prison. The only one spending time in a jail cell is the groaning coward on the floor. I'll make sure of that." She chuckles darkly.

Her hands pad my face and I fall in deep into her doe eyes. They look so kind and so inviting that I can't help but stare at them. I bet this is how she gets all the girls in school. Her eyes are hypnotizing.

"Are you alright, Princess? Did the fucker touch you? If he did, I swear to God, I'd actually kill him." I shake my head. "He d-din't, but h-he..." I stammer, too scared to get the words out. Who knows what could've been if she never showed up. I could've been raped for God's sake.

The mere thought of it send a few stray tears down my face and she notices them. With the swipe of her thumb, she wipes the tears away and shrugs her jacket off, handing it to me. I take it eagerly, wanting to be enveloped by the warmth in order to dispel the cold ordeal that had just taken place.

"Come on, Princess," she says in a calming tone. "Let's go." She sights my bag near the dumpster and picks it up along with my jacket. With a last glare at Sehun, she grabs my hand and we are out of the alleyway and on to the busy street. Still visibly shaking, and no, not from the temperature, I say. "I need to go home."

"Not yet, Princess. You're coming with me. We're going to the police and filing a police report."

"And tell them what?"

She looks at me in disbelief. "Tell them what? The scumbag tried to rape you!" I visibly flinch at the word and she apologizes. "I'm sorry. But this cannot be unreported. What if he does this to another innocent woman?"

"If I report, they'd arrest you too because you shot him," I try to rationalize. "You'd go to prison and I don't want..." I pause and she looks at me expectantly. I swallow the saliva in my throat. "I don't want any more problems with the police."

She raises a brow but says nothing, with a slow nod, she grabs my arm gently and pulls me towards the almost empty parking lot next to the alleyway. "I'm not going to jail, Princess." She brings out a set of keys from her front pocket and leads me to a black sedan. Like a gentlewoman, she opens the passenger side and ushers me to get in. I answer without protest and she fixes my seatbelt for me.

I probably look like a hot mess right now: mascara is probably smudge on my face due to all the crying I've been doing and my eyes are probably red from more crying.

Lisa peers deep into my cat eyes, looking like she wants to say something but it dies on her lips. Instead, she tucks a stray of hair that had fallen out of my bun behind my ear and caresses my face once more.

I lean into her caress and we stay like this for a minute, just watching each other, until she clears her throat. As if snapping out of daze, I release her hand and she closes the passenger door.

She rounds to the driver side and hops in. Putting the key in the ignition, she hands me my items and I search my bag for my phone. Reading the time, I curse silently in my head, and even curse some more when I look at the amount of missed calls. Not in the right of frame of mind to talk to anyone at the moment, I lean my head against the car window and sigh.

"I won't force you," she starts. "To go to the police." She turns on the heater and I mentally thank her, glad to be getting some more warmth. "But I want you to think about all the women before you, Princess. He could have assaulted a lot of women, but they were too afraid to speak out, judging by the fact that the fucker is not in prison. Think about the ones after you too. I know a lot of bastards like him; they crave power and control and the only way to feed those two dangerous emotions is by attacking those they feel are inferior to them." She turns to me but I don't meet her eyes. "Do you really want him to do this to someone else?"

Do you really want him to do this to someone else? It was me today, but it could be my sister tomorrow. You know, for most of my teenage life, I've been a firm believer in female empowerment. Women need to life each other's crowns up, not tear it down, because at the end of the day, women have to stick together in this cruel world.

Lisa is right. I can't let this slide, and neither should any woman out there.

It's time to put my money where my mouth is.

"Let's go to the station."

"Good, because he needs his dick cut off." I giggle a little and she starts the car. As we drive, I call her attention. "Lisa."

"Princess," she answers, not taking her eyes off the road. "Thank you... for everything."

"Anytime, Princess."

I don't want you to go to jail, Lisa. It will kill me.