Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Lisa and I went to the nearest police station to report the incident. It surprised me that I wasn't visible shaking as I was recounting the events to the stout police officer. Maybe it was because Lisa was there or I suddenly mustered enough courage, I don't know. Bottom line, I told my side of the story.

They interviewed Lisa too. She told them everything that happened, including the fact that she shot Sehun on the foot. her eyes held no remorse, hell if she had the opportunity, she'd probably do it again.

For some reason, that made my heart swell and put my sixth sense on high alert. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to be forever in her debt for what she did for me, but my eyebrows are raise a little.

What was she doing in our area... again? If she was able to shoot Sehun, has she killed someone before? She runs a fucking gang, and even though I don't know the details of how a gang works, I'm pretty sure they are not involved in activities that are model citizen worthy.

I haven't gotten around to telling anyone anything yet, not Kai, not my mom, not Rosé. I don't know if I'm ashamed to say it or recounting it makes me feel absolutely disgusted with myself for allowing it to happen.

I should have fought harder. Maybe things would not have escalated the way it did if I had put my martial arts skills to use. I took classes for 3 years yet I froze at the sight of danger. My sensei would be so disappointed in me if he found out that I didn't even knee Sehun in the ball sor gouge his sockets out.

"What are you thinking about?" I turn to look at an inquisitive Lisa. With a long sigh, my head hangs low and I knot my fingers. "It's been a long day."

We are parked at the local Starbucks a few blocks from my home. Thank God for their 24 hour service because I really need the caffeine to ease my mind. After taking our statements, the officers said they'd be in touch and bade us farewell.

Taking a few sips of my coffee, my mind wanders again. After the Sehun incident, I don't even want to go home. How can I? How do I even explain myself? 'Hey mom, I took the route you told me not to and ended up being almost raped by a psychopathic coke head?'

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Her doe eyes meet mine and she curves her lips. "That thing you do when you're in your head. You do it a lot, especially when you're mad at me and you're thinking about what insult to hurl next."

I laugh, like really laugh for the first time today. "You noticed that?"

"I notice a lot of things, Princess. Believe it or now, I'm a very perceptive person. For example, I can tell when someone is beating their self up over a situation that is not their fault."

I know that dig is directed to me but I choose to disregard it. I'm not necessarily beating myself up, I'm just analyzing the many ways the situation could've been avoided.

"Sehun wasn't always bad you know," I start. She raises a brow. "You know the scumbag?" She asks, her tone laced with astonishment.

"You may find that hard to believe, but yes, I know him. Back then, he was just Sehun, not Sehun the psycho." I don't even know why I'm telling her this, considering we are not even close, but I really need to vent to someone. She was there for most of the ordeal so she's the best candidate.

"We grew up together in this neighborhood. See that sidewalk?" I point to the gravel in between lowered grass. "We used to play tag on there along with the other neighborhood kids. Our moms would yell at us because we were little terrors and would cause chaos. There was a time i was it and I was hunting everyone down then I fell and scraped my ankle," I laugh at the memory but Lisa's face is impassive.