Obsessive (AMBW)

Act XVI

Kang Dak-Ho

5 Months Later

I was a wreck.

Months had passed and felt like years and I was a wreck.

After the phone call Lucas had, which we became good friends after, with whoever was on the phone, he tried to dial the number again and it went straight to voicemail. We hadn't heard from her since then. I chuckled at her last words, of course she was looking for a bong.

I hadn't gone to work in a couple days, my dad was coming to visit me. Again, I was a wreck. My dark circles had dark circles, I usually never hit the gym but it was going to be needed because I started to feel bigger than normal. I didn't even try, I slumped back into my seat, staring at the door, waiting for him to come in and scold me like he use to.

Like he did before I met Milan. My nose scrunched up, and I closed my eyes, trying not to remember her.

She was gone.

I had to accept that.

"Dak-Ho, where the hell have you been!" My father yelled, his Korean accent came through as he spoke English.

"Morning father."

"What's happened to you?" He set his briefcase down, staring at me with those cold eyes I hated. I think my father knew about my murderous habits, maybe he wanted to pretend like he didn't know, so that I could always be his perfect son.

"Nothing. Just been a little out of it." He looked at me, adjusting his position in the chair. He glanced around my penthouse, looking at the clothes on the floor. I had a cleaner, but I fired her because she got a little too close.

"It's been months. Do I need to trust someone else with running this business? You have the weekend, unless you can give me a real life reason to why you have abandoned everything I worked for." His tone was stern, which made me sit up, I wringed my hand, trying to stop everything from flowing out.

"She's gone." I cried. Looking into my hands, too afraid to look up and see my father, how ashamed he had to be in me. "She's gone and I will never ever see her again and it's my fault!" I was yelling now, on the ground grasping for anything to hold onto, my father pushed his cane down, grabbing onto my shoulders. He took a good look at me and hugged me. I had never been hugged by him before.

He had never shown me any love that wasn't in the form of money. I cried in his arms for the first time. I missed her. I missed her smile, her hair, her jokes, her eyes, her body. I missed everything that had to do with her, that's why walking into work was so painful, going to that bar I went to with her, going to that hotel we went in, going to gas stations, walking the streets, driving, just sitting reminded me of her.

I couldn't deny it anymore. I was done being sad. Now I'm fucking pissed. My father told me the first piece of advice he had ever told me that day.

"You have to fight for what you want. If you don't, do you really even want it? Or do you want a reason to be fucking pitiful?" This was a moment of my life that I realized, I couldn't see my life without Milan, every moment of the day I wanted it with her.

"Hello?" Lucas answered the phone, he sounded busy.

"Get me that phone number you used to call for Milan. Now." I hung up, falling her phone number, which was something I did often. Straight to voicemail like usual.

He sent me the number and I clicked it, ready to call. When I did, though, it showed up at Lee Kwan. I stopped, shifting before I pressed call.

"Hey, buddy!" He answered immediately. "I heard you haven't been to work for a while, why is that?" I tried to contain my anger, ready to barrage him with questions on Milan.

"Been a little sick, ready to get back to it, though." I lied, I put him on speaker, looking up his address in our texts.

"Sick? Oh, maybe you mean a little lovesick, right? Missing that woman of yours." He said the last part with a little envy.

"Maybe." I answered. "What about you? Been having fun recently?" I had to keep him on the phone.

"Lots of it. Oh, it's time for me to get back to work. You know, it gets busy when you work for a living, talk to you soon, though." He hung up before I could speak, I banged my fist into the wall, sighing as I thought deeply.

Sure, maybe she didn't want to see me, but she was going to. If she was with Kwan, she will see his true intent. The one thing I have against Kwan is his body count.

Mostly underage.

If he has her, I promise I will kill him. Not for me or for Milan, but for the girls who suffered because of him.

I walked into my room, pulling out the case of knives which ranged from different handles to different blade shapes. Kwan always love the basic one, the first knife I ever got.

I pulled out the blade by its worn black handle, testing it into my hand as it fit like a glove.

I brushed back my hair which had grown back to its length, the length it was when I met Milan. I looked similar to then, too. The restlessness and the hooded black jacket.

Milan was going to be mine. This time, it wasn't a fucking choice.

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Shortest chapter in this books series so far. How are we feeling on Dak-Ho's new energy?