"What if I don't stop?", I say bravely,
not understanding where the courage comes from. But at this point, I also don't care.
The tension is so immense and the way he looks at me doesn't reduce it at all. He looks at me with those piercing glaring e...
The blood in my veins run cold and my body freezes as I listen to the heavy pantings on the other end of the line. After Jeon ends the call I'm still in the same postition trying to process the situation but my mind is blank and I don't know what to do. Though, one thing is for sure: He is in fucking trouble. What the hell am I supposed to do in such a situaton? My mind definetly tells me to just go home and let him handle with his own shit but my stupid weak heart wants me to figure out where he is right know to help him. Thats ridiculous. Thats insane. I should just mind my own business.
But he sounded like he's in pain...
Without further ado, my fingers automatically search for his number and before discussing that matter with my brain, I already call him.
Beep.Beep.Beep.
With every signal tone my heart beats faster and I start regretting my decision when he suddenly picks up "-Olivia, this is a really shitty moment rn I'm gonna call you back as soon as-" "Where are you" I say cutting him off. "What?" "Just send me the location" I repeat coldly. I could sense his irritation through the phone but I don't care. The only thing I know is that I have to help him. My guts tell me. I hate my guts.
He doesn't say anything and it's quite for a while before I hear him sighing and then he ends the call. A few seconds later, he sends me his current location and to my luck it's not really far away from here. I immidiately run to the next conveninece store to buy some first aid stuff, in case he's really hurt somewhere. After that, I rush to the given location, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. On my way, I curse at me for plunging myself recklessly into danger. But then again, he could've also just mind his own business the other day when I was having my panic attack. But he didn't. He cared. Maybe that's my chance to help him a little like he helped me back then.
What if there going to be so many people against him and he is alone? What if they're still in a fight? Shall I call the police once I'm there? But maybe Jeon doesn't want me to call the cops for some reason. So many questions grow in my mind but my legs are still moving fastly and my eyes are glued on google maps to find the destination.
It's already gotten dark and without the street lamps across of the street, I couldn't be able to see anything. When I finally managed to find the place, which seems to be an old and empty park, I start searching for Jeon. There's no one around and I also don't hear any fighting noises; I don't hear any other noises except for the sound of bushcrickets. Suddenly, I see smoke in the air and follow to see where it does come from. Moments later, I see Jeon sitting on the ground, his elbows leaning on the knees while smoking a cigarette. I slowly approach him and when he notices me he looks up. He has bruises all over his face and his lip is busted and bleeding. As I get closer, I notice many bruises on his hands too and blood spread across his finger knuckles. He puts out his cigarette and glances at me with an intense and hurt look and from his eyes, I see that he really must have suffered; he looks exausted. I gulp as I get closer to him and carefully take his hands to examine them and analyse how deep the cuts are. My hands are shaking but I try to keep calm and controle myself. I already came so far so I need to finish what I started. I just can't lose my cool now.
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