NINETEEN : PROTECTOR

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11:55 am; August 12, 2013; Seoul, South Korea

11:55 am; August 12, 2013; Seoul, South Korea

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"Give me a hit of that." A tired Lisa murmured against Jeongguk's chest. She'd woken up to the smell of cigarette smoke to which she'd found Jeongguk lighting one. He placed the cigarette in between her lips with a small, tired smile.

"Good morning to you too." He laughed.

"What time is it?"

"Lisa?" Seokjin's voice sounded as he walked into their bedroom, "There's someone at the door asking for you."

"Who is it?"

He shrugs, "She says she knows you."

"Alright," Lisa sighed, "I'll get the door in a sec."

When her father closed the door Lisa then got up and looked around the room for clothes to put on. Choosing a white tank top, she slipped it on along with a pair of comfortable black shorts.

"Who do you think it is?" Jeongguk asks her as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"No clue." She heads for the door, "I guess we're about to find out."

When she opens the front door, she stares at the woman in front of her, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you."

"Why?"

"It's been a while." The woman said.

"Leaving your kids for a while never bothered you before," Lisa stepped out of the house to finish the conversation, closing the door behind her, "So what the hell do you want?"

"Come home." Lisa's mother proposed.

"I am home."

"Come home with me."

"You should go," Lisa said.

"I just want to talk." Her mother explained, "Please."

And Lisa somehow ended up in the home she'd rather forget.

"Are you and Niran back together or something? Is that why you're back?" Lisa asked.

"He's your father, Lalisa. You should refer to him as such."

"He's not my father." She replied.

"He is your father."

"He's not!" Lisa snapped, "He's not my fucking father! I was adopted."

"Adopted? By who?!"

"By two people who love me."

"What.." Her mother looked confused, "So I'm just not your mother anymore?"

"You never were."

"I TRIED!" Her mother screamed, "I TRIED THE BEST I COULD TO RAISE ALL OF YOU-"

"BULLSHIT!" Lisa screamed in reply, "YOU WERE TOO BUSY SHOOTING UP HEROINE TO EVEN NOTICE YOU HAD ANY FUCKING CHILDREN!"

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