Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Lisa

Straight to voicemail.

My calls are going straight to voicemail. Jennie is not pocking up her phone and I'm freaking out. Krystal could be heading towards her house or her job and I have to stop her but this stupid traffic won't let me.

It's rush hour: folks are coming back from their jobs, teenagers are coming back from school and the roads are congested.

"Move for fuck's sake", I horn loudly at the car in front of me. The person flips me the bird from the car window and I roll my eyes.

I dial her number again but still no answer.

"Jen, I need you to listen to me. Tell me where you are so I can come and get you." My first instinct is to head to their neighborhood. "If you're home, lock your doors and don't let anyone in. You're in danger."

Krystal has my gun and she left me a note. She's crazy and I know that her intent is to kill.

The traffic is finally moving and I make a left towards an intersection, going way past the speed limit. I'd be damned if a cop stops me but I could care less. The woman I love is in danger and that's more important.

If Krystal hurts a hair on her head, I'd kill her-for real this time.

My thumb pads my phone till I come across a number I remembered I had saved ago. He picks up after the first ring. "Hello," he asks skeptically.

"Hyejun, it's Lisa."

"Oh," his tone sounds disappointed. "How did you get my number?"

Cue the eyeroll.

"That's not important," I got it from the file I found in Krystal's room. "Is Jennie with you?" They are always together so I'm assuming he's with her.

"She's your girlfriend." I can imagine him narrowing his eyes. "Aren't you meant to know where she's at?"

"I don't have the time to exchange words with you," I seethe. "Is she with you or not?"

"I'm not obliged to answer you."

Can he stop being stubborn?

"Let's cut the bullshit," I say pointedly. "You can stop pretending like you care and she's your sibling. I know you're a cop."

There I said it. A pause longer than the traffic i just experienced passes between us and I check if he cut off our conversation but he's still on the phone. "Did she tell you that?"

"She didn't. I figured it out."

"Alright. Since we're cutting bullshits, I know you're a criminal."

My suspicions were correct after all and Krystal was partially correct.

"Did she tell you that?" I want to know if Jennie sold me out.

"She didn't. I figured it out."

I sigh internally. Since the cats are out of the proverbial bag, I guess we can stop lying to each other. I know he's a cop, he knows I'm a criminal. I should be bothered that he knows about that aspect of my life. With enough evidence, he could easily send me to jail.

But right now, the only thing I can think about is her and her safety.

"She's at work." That explains why she isn't answering her calls. "Why?"

"She's in trouble."

I hear shuffling and a key jiggling. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she's in trouble." I stop at a red light and groan internally. "Someone is out to murder her."