House of Cards [english version]

#7

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Mia

I ran away from my rapist's boss to end up in a mafia house?
Jesus.

I burst into his bedroom and clutched my head, staring at the blind spot with my eyes wide open.

"Oh God..." I whispered.

"Baby, wait, what are you doing?"

I flinched and looked at him startled.  "What do you think?  I'm going home." I grabbed my purse and jacket before walking past him and running out of the room, heading for the stairs to the ground floor.

God, what if they don't let me out now and lock me in the basement saying I'll take their secrets to my grave?

I nearly fell over as my pantyhose-clad foot slipped on the shiny tiles.  I stifled a terrified squeal and grabbed the handle of the door leading to the large hall, where I had left my shoes.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and after a while Jungkook appeared right next to me.

"Mia, please talk to me.  Let me explain." He said in a shaky voice as he stepped closer. I straightened up and backed away until I felt the door behind me.

Seeing him still walking towards me and raising his hand, I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head to the side, afraid he was going to catch me and not let me leave.  But his touch didn't come.

"You're afraid of me..." he whispered, and when I saw him take a few steps back and stare at me with his dark, almost black eyes, I felt relieved. "Baby... I would never hurt you."

"I'm sorry...I..." I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "I can't."  I stammered, trying to keep my voice from cracking from the suppressed crying.

He nodded, so I grabbed the handle, swung the door open, and ran outside.

Suddenly two huge men in suits appeared in front of me.  I opened my eyes wide and held my breath.

"Leave her, let her go." I heard Jungkook's voice. It was diametrically different than the one he used to address me a moment ago. He had no emotions in him, but he caused fear.

I turned around for a moment and pressed my teeth against the lower part of my mouth, looking at the brunette over my shoulder.  Finally, clutching the strap of my purse in my hand, I ran towards the gate.

I fell out into the street and cried, looking around.  God, I don't even know where we've been.

I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone and call Namjoon, but then...

"My phone..." I groaned realizing I must have left it on the nightstand.

Behind me, there was a loud clang of the iron gate. I jumped startled and saw a car leaving.  I stepped aside and hugged my back to a tree nearby.