I Have a Secret (Rapmonster Fanfic)

Someone to Lean On

A few days later, I had just gotten out of practice when my phone rang.

It's my mother.

I hesitantly picked up the phone. Every time we talk it's a fight and I don't want that. I want to live happily the way I do between calls. I put the phone to my ear and say hello.

"Hello, Lissa," my mom said the way she always does, like every conversation we have doesn't always end in a fight.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask.
"What, am I not allowed to call my daughter just to talk? There has to be a reason?" she said, already attacking me.
"I was just asking what's up," I snapped.
"You're so disrespectful! Maybe if we would have beaten you as a child you wouldn't be so disrespectful to me. I'm your mother, when I was your age I wouldn't dare talk to my mother like that. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be in that ching chong country! Why did I even have a child?" she went on and on and by the time I got back to my dorm, the conversation (if that's what you want to call it) ended.

I got into my room and changed, threw my phone against the wall, and sunk to the floor. I curled into a ball and cried my eyes out.

'Why did I even have a child?'

I pulled myself closer and cried harder. I don't know. Why did she have a child? Aren't you suppose to have children to love them? Aren't you suppose to care for them and teach them to be good people? Not hurt them with your own words and teach them not to trust so easily? I want Oppa. I want Oppa right now. All that was going through my mind was 'OppaOppaOppa', I didn't even think before I crossed the room, grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The sound of the ringing brought me back to reality. What if he's busy? What if he's practicing? What if he's sleeping or eating? I got a giant pit in my stomach and a strong urge to hang up, but I never put the phone down.

"Jagiya?" I heard Oppa through the phone.
"O-Oppa?" I tried to sound calm but failed miserably.
"What's wrong? Hold on, I'll be right over," Oppa said and hung up. I collapsed onto my bed in a fit of tears.

Fifteen minutes later, Oppa walked into my room and found me in that position, but my tears had dried up.
He half walked half jogged to my bed and held me in a sitting position against his chest.

"What happened?" he asked gently.
"M-my mom called, a-an-nd she yelled at me. Sh-she asked why she even h-had me," I stuttered, crying again, pathetically trying to tell Oppa why happened. His eyes became angry and he held me closer.

"I don't know why she had you either. I don't know why fate would give someone as horrible as her something a beautiful and precious as you. She doesn't deserve you, if she can't love you as much as you deserve. Lissa, look at me," Oppa said and wiped my tears, "You're beautiful and smart and sweet and sensitive and more talented than anyone I know. I would say not to let her get to you, but she's your mother. You're incredibly strong, but even the strongest person would get hurt if their mother treated them like this, so all I can ask you to do is lean on me. I hate to see her hurt you. I hate it! But, when she does, I want-no-I need you to lean on me. 사랑해요." Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. He held me and joked with me until even the slightest sadness evaporated. He stayed with me like no one else ever has. For once, I truly have someone to lean on.