I Love You

Chapter 4

I'm glad I met Namjoon. If not, Jin would be dead right now.

I'm already at home, thankfully my parents didn't notice that I left without knowing and like I said I'm an adult now, I can control my own life and I'm still doing these stupid things?

Ridiculous.

There's something that I don't like about Namjoon. But I don't know how to say it, I have this feeling that doesn't want to tell me what it is.

I flinched as I heard the footsteps coming through my door. I threw my shoes and jumped on my bed. And I quickly picked up the phone, pretending like I'm scrolling. As soon as the door opens, I see my father enter my room. What is he doing here?

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

My face turned into confusion. What will he say? I wondered. I nodded in response before he left.

I don't know why I am nervous about this, but my guts keep telling me. Well, my father and I barely talked, or we have never been talking to each other. I don't even remember when was the last time we talked. But fuck it, whatever happens to me just fuck it.

He was already sitting at the dining table, and I also sat in front of him, but my head was turned a little to another position, just not trying to look at him. I want to ask him, but my mouth won't let me speak. I have no idea what is going on in his mind, so I have to wait way longer. Just then, he starts to speak like he's whispering something.

The heck?

"I know, we've been not talking for a long time. Now, this is our first time to have had a conversation like this again." He says with his soft tone. I wasn't surprised by what he said, just continued to listen to his words.

"Byul-ah, are you okay?"

I looked at what he said. It was unreal. I haven't heard of that kind of question, especially coming from my father. I downed my head, trying to hide my tears from him because I didn't want to see his daughter in front of him. He never sees me crying. He always sees me as full of anger and frustration.

I nodded, but I don't know if he responded.

I quickly wiped my tears and looked at him, that face 5 looking at right now made me sob harder. I cover my face with my own hands and just sob. It hurts me to just realize he was still my father no matter how I tried to ignore him. And yet I'm still angry at him.

"I'm sorry, oh?"

I continued to sob, and I was thinking, what's gonna happen next if this moment was going to end? Would it be awkward? Yeah, probably.

"I was wrong about everything I've done before, I can't help but watch you hitting by your mom."

"Then why didn't you try to stop her?" I said with a cold tone. I don't like him in this situation. How can you possibly gonna let your daughter be hit by her mother and you're not doing anything about it? Is he scared? Is he scared to protect his daughter? And I already know what his answer is exactly.

"I'm trying to protect you, Byul-ah. I did, but your mother suggested not to bother while you guys are arguing."

That was such a lie. I grit my teeth, I was trying to hold myself back.

I don't want to hear his voice again.

"So, you're trying to say you want to help me, but you can't because of my mother?" I said with a cold voice. When I finally looked at him, he gave me this look. He showed me as if he had something to say that I didn't know. Whatever it is, I would say that my life is a mess. It's messy. While I was waiting for his answer, it got me to think straight that this is about my mother not about me. Everything happens here at home. We always blame her. I mean, she's always started the fight.

She used to be kind and loving, but everything changed when something came to her life. I have no idea what it is. She used to be a great mother. Like I said when I was a little girl who was innocent that day, she already doing things that could affect the kids. Like they're cursing at you, hitting you, screaming at you even though you did nothing to them. All the capacity you get would be stuck in your mind.

What exactly is her problem? Money? My father? Me? I didn't even think of that because I didn't do anything to her. And besides, my parents are pretty wealthy, and yet they are still having a problem with the money about what they earned. We will never avoid that problem.

I leaned towards the table and said, "What? Why are not answering?" I asked. It was kind of arrogant but he deserves it. He deserves to be treated like this, I was hoping that he realized how ridiculous looking while he just watching there sit of me and my mother fight.

He didn't even surprise or reacted to how I said that to him. But then, he grabbed my hand pulling me towards him but I immediately throw his hands away.

"Don't fucking touch me." I pressed my tone into anger. This is his also first time hearing me cursing. "Please, don't say that in front of your father." He said. The time he said that he didn't seem mad or feel any frustration. He just sat there, calmed. He wants me to calm down. I think if someone's mad at me, I would be mad too.

That's why.

Suddenly, my body feels heavy, and I could faint. Yeah, I think I should probably calm down with it. I said to myself. My head slowly down to hit the table, but there's a hand catches me. "You need some rest, Byul-ah." That voice is echoing around my head, almost didn't recognize it. My vision slowly became blurry and dark.

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Hello readers! Finally, chapter 4 is here and I know it's bad but I hope you like it!
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