The Untold

Chapter 22.

Main Mansion - 11h45 

My fists hit the leather so hard the metal ring fighting to keep  the weight of the huge sack steady nearly gave up and slipped out of the holder. 

I could see the gazes of the few members of the security crew still brave enough to keep me company in the circular training room on me, their glances both curious and questioning, surprised by my harshness.

I wouldn't care. 

I needed to take my rage out. 

So I pressed my lips together, tilted my head, unhappy about the lingering fury still coating under my skin, and hit the piece.

Again and again. 

I wanted to see her. 

I had not seen her for four full days. 

And what angered me most was that I knew why I wasn't capable of meeting her. 

You're avoiding me, princess. 

The reason was obvious. 

After waking up on her sheets, drawn by her absence on my arm, I'd been curious about her sudden escape, even with the terrible headache violently striking my skull. 

I'd even gotten myself up and searched for her on her huge suite, worried about her health as she'd been way into the alcohol with Jin. 

Nothing. 

She'd escaped. 

Left me all by my self. 

My strike was so brutal, I winced, feeling the sore muscles of my back and upper arm crying for help. 

You're embarrassed, aren't you?

You don't have the courage to face me after what you've said. 

My torso curved, my shirt nearly ripping with the movement as it glued to my skin, drenched in sweat. 

I'd been looking for her ever since. 

Tuesday, the day after I'd last saw her, I'd been told she'd been gone for a secret meeting in the South. 

Wednesday, I'd searched the whole Mansion for her, only to find out she'd been in the training centre, to "check" on the trainees, since Jimin'd been absent.

Thursday, I'd waited for her to come back at the entrance of the Mansion, hidden behind a tree, only to realize she'd not left at all. So I desperately looked everywhere and ended up realized she'd been watching, because once I came back to the garage, her Porsche was no longer there.

Friday, I'd waited outside her bedroom. I'd woken up at 4 in the morning, made my way to her locked door. She never came out. So I climbed through her window, only to realize she'd not been there. 

She'd slept out.

And on Saturday, I'd come to the gym, the training room, where she usually had her fighting during the morning. 

She wasn't there. 

In fact, she'd messed up the schedules and now, it was occupied with other men. 

You're hiding from me, but I will find you.

You can't escape.

My knuckles deepened on the leather, my straps subtly pink due to the starting of the ripping on my skin. 

A grunt escaped my lips, as I hit repeatedly.

Because all I could see was her face. Hear her words. Miss her scent.