My Obsessed Ex

Parted Ways

I walked out of Kiyong's car and headed to my lift after a long day in his apartment. He needed to go to his agency and worked some stuffs there, So he drove me home early. "I wanted to stay with you until tomorrow, at least, but my manager said this is urgent. I'll call you after I get home, OK?" He said before he gave me a hug and kissed my forehead before I got off his car.

"Where were you since yesterday?" A tall figure appeared in the lift, seconds after I pressed the unit number.

"Oppa?" I shrieked in horror. Ryu Jun was there, standing tall in front of me, looking really mad. "Come with me or I will send this audio to the medias." When he pressed the audio on his phone, I turned numb. It was Jang Kiyong's voice this morning, clear and real.

"You two had enough fun, hadn't you? Now, it's my turn. So, follow me quietly, bitch and do not raise any suspicious move out there, for you know what I am capable of doing with your lover, Jang Kiyong." He mocked.

"Let me call him then, Please! He will call me if I don't make sure I am home safely" I begged.

"Wow, such a lovey dovey couple. Makes me want to throw up!" He replied.

"Oppa, I am home. My mom is here and I will talk to her. Drive safely!" I said and hung up the phone.

"Duh! Is he your boyfriend?" He grinned, and my heart panting heavily. I was terrifying.

I followed him to the car and he drove me to his apartment.

Him, out of nowhere, came back from his room, with a paper and pen in his hands, shoved them to my hands.

"Sign it, I don't need you to ask me too much questions. If you want to ask, do it later" He ordered.

I screened it for a second, there were my name and Kiyong's name and I signed the paper, under the stamp. That made it official. Whatever he wrote there, is LEGAL under the law. But What was in it? I just knew, I might have just ruined my future by doing that.

"Good girl. Now tell me, how did he treat you in bed?" He took the paper, moved closer and pushed me back to the sofa, hard, forcefully. "Do you think he is good enough compare to me? You slut! I let you do whatever you want and you played with guys here and there. How many guys have you slept with, bitch!" He accused me.

"I didn't sleep with all my friends" I tried to defend myself.

"Hhhah! Do you think I am buying your words? Whore! You are just one girl who looked for guys to sleep with because I didn't give what you need. What a pathetic girl"

Then he ripped off my sweatshirt. Kiyong's sweater that I wore that day. 

"Don't do this, please!" I cried. The more I cried, the violence he got. So, at some point, I just given up and closed my eyes. 

"What is the different between you and those hooker out there? NONE. YOU'RE A WHORE!" He said before he forced himself onto me. I lost my pride, I was humiliated by my own boyfriend, whom for months, never even treated me like one. I was assaulted by a person, whom once, loved me dearly. He raped me that day. Roughly. Mercilessly. And I felt dirty.

"Now you can go home, and if you dare to, go and die. I do not care about it, I do not care about you at all. And remember? If you say something or anything to anyone, I'll send that audio to media and also upload it online, and BAAM! That fucking guy you like can say goodbye to his career. " He said before he dropped me off by my lift, in my basement.

I walked to my lift, to my house, looking dreadful. I called my manager and told her to come to my apartment, ASAP. My parents were not home, consider me lucky. They were with my aunt for a week. My mom would die seeing me like this.