Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter 90

(Jin Jang's Plan: Episode 3)

(Sookie's POV)

Let's all be real here. I didn't call that fucking number. I'm not a fucking idiot. Sure I'm hurting and vulnerable but I'm not completely bonkers. If anything, after the sense got knocked into me I immediately went to the front door and made sure every single lock was in place. Then, for extra measure, I propped a chair against the handle.

I've watched too many horror movies to let myself get killed or kidnapped. After carefully folding Ila's picture in my back pocket I reached into my backpack then pulled out my taser. At least that bitch was good for something before she died. Then I went room by room checking to make sure no one was with me.

Call me fucking paranoid. I call it being safe. If Jeong was here I'd send his dumb ass to do it instead. Sadly for me he chose to be selfish for once. That ugly, tall, giraffe looking bastard. How dare he make a woman take care of herself? And me with my damn pride not allowing me to call him despite the paranoia.

It's fine. I locked myself in my room. This is fine.

I'm a strong independent woman.

Besides, Ila taught me some karate. Though she would tell me that it wasn't karate but some...other type of fighting. To be honest, why give it all these different names when it's just hurting people? Karate or...whatever, I can still kick some old creep in the balls pretty hard. What kind of fighting is that called? Ball kicking?

Ha...I need to work on my jokes. That was awful.

Time passed into hours as I waited in my room with my taser in hand. I didn't go downstairs until there was a hard knocking on the door followed by faint cursing. Now, it was a couple hours of me second guessing every noise and imagining the possibilities of what could happen. So I was about ready to jump out the window before my mom called me screaming.

"Ya! Did you nail the door shut or something?! Come and open it!"

Oh thank god. My mom would never let anyone try shit. She'll probably tackle them to the ground then start whipping the shit out of them for dirtying the air she breathed. She was the type of person who took no shit from no one. And that meant even being classified as a delinquent was shit. So...you know, your average righteous woman.

I ran downstairs then pulled the chair out. Putting it back in its place at the kitchen table. My mom cursed softly under her breath. Something about me going as insane as my father. Though I'm not sure why she would use him in comparison when my father was the most average man in existence. To be honest, it was a miracle that he managed to pull such a feisty woman. Then again, Mom had a soft spot for weak men.

"Omma! There was this poster at the front door with a weird number on the back. It was a missing person poster of Ila with some weird note on it! I could've died! What if it was some weird man trying to take your precious daughter away!"

Her eyes went down to my feet as she finished replacing her heels with her slippers, "How many times have I told you not to go around barefoot? You'll catch a cold."

I rolled my eyes, "I have socks on. Did you not hear what I said though?"

Mom went over to the fridge, the soft light basking the now dark room. When did it become evening?

"Hmm, what should I make for dinner? We still have that fish I bought the other day. Should I fry some? Maybe a stew?" She clicked her tongue, "Whatever. I'll ask your Dad to pass by for something. My feet are killing me."

I took out the poster then turned it around the back to show her the weird note on the back. She gave me a tired look as I shoved the paper in her face. Can she at least pretend to look at it?