Cinderella (Seventeen)

Peace and Tragedy

Chapter Three

*Hyolyn's POV*

4th period. Free period. Everyone around me is laughing, having fun. How can you have fun in school? It just doesn't seem right. It just don't add up. At least I'm away from hell, even it is for a while. At least people don't bother me.

Rolling my eyes, I walked back inside. It was too hot and noisy outside, I would take refuge in the dance studio, like I usually did every Thursday on 4th period. Dropping my bags by the speakers, I clicked 'One Man Can Change The World' by Big Sean on.

Dancing is the only was I can truly lose myself. I can only be at peace in my hell when I'm dancing. It sometimes works. Cracks my bones and pops my muscles from the tension that builds up at 'home'.

"Hyolyn right?" A voice said from the door once I had finished. Great. This is all I need. "I heard the music from the hallway... you're really good you know?" He came in. I wasn't quite sure of his name, but he was on of the boys from before, I know that much for sure.

"Thanks," I said curtly, before logging off and grabbing my bag. I don't need this.

"Why you in such a hurry? 5th doesn't start for another 45 minutes," he smiled closing the door. "I didn't even know you went here," he smiled again. No. It's because I slink into the background, like I always have. Unnoticed, and I would have liked to keep it that way. "DK... if you were wondering."

"Yeah, nice," I nodded, messing with the strap of my bag. I need to leave.

"You seem tense, you alright?" He dropped to the floor, sitting comfortably.

"It's just, it isn't a good idea for you to be talking to me. I told that Wonwoo guy, please, just leave me be." I've already said too much.

"But why?" He probed. The truth isn't coming out, he'll just probe more.

"I just don't like people." I rolled my eyes, stepping over and leaving.

The last thing I need is people up in my business, making my life worse than it already is.

***

"HYOLYN!" Kara screamed, coming and punching my leg.

"Kara, please stop," I removed her hand gently.

"Appa, Hyolyn hit me!" She screamed and grinned at me, faking the tears. I swear, Satan sent her personally to test and totally fuck my life up.

Naturally, as if it were reflex, he came in, but he didn't hit me. No.

I felt his hot breath on my face, but no collision came to my cheek, or anywhere. My eyes were, closed, flinched away, ready for the pain.

But it didn't come.

"Open your eyes Hyo," he used my nickname he used to call me all those years ago. His voice was soft, like it was all those years ago. He sounded just like my dad. The dad I had lost.

Do I trust him?

Opening my eyes slowly, I was met with the smile I had thought I would never see again. Was I dreaming?

No. His smile soon turned grim, devilish.

"Hit my princess one more time, and it will be the last," he warned, curling his fist into my face. What had I done to deserve this? There's no where I can turn to, all my family is either dead or overseas with no way to communicate.

Maybe it would just be better if I died. If I ended it all.

*S Coup's POV*

"Come on guys, we're going to be late," I yelled at the others as they hurried up the path behind me.