ADOPTED | Lee Heeseung

Part 4

I... I want help.

I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't walk a bit also. My mind wasn't working. Neither my body cooperated me to think... It was paining so badly because all of the things I did today. 

For normal people it might seem easy... but for me... I have never travelled so much in my life.

I couldn't see anyone to ask help for. Even if there was someone, I might have not risked myself to ask anyone though. 

Will it be ok to call him?

I nervously pressed on his contact number... h-he might be busy.

It didn't take him long to pick up.

ON CALL~~

> Esme??

>> ...

>Esme?? Are you there?

>> (I couldn't dare to speak to him... I felt helpless... why AM I LIKE THIS?!) 

>Can't you speak? What happened?? Are you okay??

>>N-no I think I... I am l-lost-

>What?! Where are you?! Haven't you reached home yet???

>> I-I am s-sorry-

>ARE YOU FUCKING IDIOT?! HOW CAN YOU JUST GET LOST HERE?! ARE YOU JOKING WITH ME?!

>> (I flinched every time... this was the reason I didn't want to call him...) 

>YOU ARE SERIOUSLY-

>> (his voice stopped when he heard my soft sniffles... yes, I was crying... not because I was lost but because of his screaming.)

>A-are you crying? Esme? 

>> (I tried to control my tears, but they were not stopping. To be honest I felt just like a child who is lost and then scolded for my mistake... but this wasn't it. I was hurt. I expected to hear all these harsh words but somewhere in my heart I hoped his words would make me feel safe. But here I am wrong for the nth time.)

> (When he couldn't hear my voice, he started panicking) Esme?? Please answer me... Can you turn on your phone's location?? So that I can search you up?? 

>> (I sniffled once again.) Hmm.

> Please wait... Okay?? I am coming. Just don't go anywhere. Don't ask anyone anything. Don't cry. I will be there in few minutes. Just don't cry, ok?? 

>> (I wipe off my tears and cut the call without answering him. I didn't have any will to reply back. Never in my life anyone has screamed at me like this... I won't forget that.)

CALL ENDS~~

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I wipe the leftover tears with my long sleeve and sit on the footpath. 

I miss you mom. 

Opening my gallery, I scroll the photos that I took of my mom... she was my home... even though she was partial towards me. At least she treated me like a princess, right? Here I am obsessed with being treated the same... but my husband doesn't even think of me like that. 

Why am I pretty? 

Why did you make me pretty, God? Just to suffer from being mistreated?? I am sick of this.