Today is the day. The day my mom and dad(I rather want to call them Claire and Marco) come here. To be honest, I didn't want Chaeyoung to go to work today. But Chaeyoung told me she felt sorry a thousand times, and she was yelling at her poor subordinate on the phone, so I forgave her. I'm going to be a little grumpy when this is over, and Chaeyoung is dealing with it.
I can hear the bell from the front door. Chaeyoung! She said she would come back at noon, but it's still at ten. She worked really fast.
I darted at the door to jump at Chaeyoung.
And I saw my parents.
Why? Why are they here now? I thought Chaeyoung said they'd come here at two?
They are looking at me with a fake smile. I'm going to die now. What should I do? Chaeyoung is fucking not here now! Help me!
"Lalisa." Dad said with a grin. My hands started to tremble and I felt that my legs had weakened. It's too scary. Chaeyoung...
"Where is your dear girlfriend, Lalisa?" It's been three months since I heard my mom's voice, and I feel like I'm going to die. I didn't think they would still affect me so much. I'm weak. Too weak. What would Chaeyoung think if she saw me like this?
"She-she's not here yet." I murmured and headed to the kitchen to run away. There must be a cake or something that Chaeyoung bought for them. Chaeyoung told me never to eat it. I asked her why, but Chaeyoung only said that I didn't need to know.
I put the cake on the table. "Here. Uhh..Chae-my girlfriend bought it for you."
At least they haven't hit me yet. I'm still fine. Where is Chaeyoung? I want her to come back now. Should I call her?
My mother lifted the cake plate up, looked at it a little, and knocked it down on the carpet. Oh, god. The cake is crushed on the pure white carpet. The pieces of the plate are scattered all over the floor. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
So, she's making Chaeyoung hate me. Chaeyoung will punish me.
I had two boyfriends before, and they all cooperated with my parents and punished me. Like hit me, choked me, kicked me. My mother ruined something a little and told them I did it, and my boyfriend would have hit me. I'm sure Chaeyoung won't hit me, but she will hate me.
The price of the carpet my mother ruined must be higher than everything I have. What am I going to do now? Clean this up? I doubt if I can do it before Chaeyoung comes back. But I don't want to be hated by Chaeyoung... Why did this all happen?
I'm frozen here in shock, and my mother and father's grins are deepening. And of course, Chaeyoung has to come back now.
Chaeyoung froze when she saw the mess in the living room. She doesn't say anything staring at me.
My mother stood up. "You must be Chaeyoung? My stupid daughter dropped the plate, I'm so-"
Chaeyoung stands in my eyes without stepping on any fragments of the plate in a way that only god knows. I squeezed my eyes tightly thinking she would hit me or at least yell at me.
And I'm hugged by Chaeyoung. She gently brushed my hair out of my face and desperately scrutinizes me.
"You got hurt?" Her voice cracks.
When I shook my head, she dropped her head on my shoulder. "You're really not good for my sanity." She muttered and made me sit on a sofa.
She kissed my lips gently, and I broke and started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
Her face is desperate now. "Don't cry, baby. It's okay. You're not injured, then it's all fine."
