The Red Bullet Queen

//Ghosts Of ThePast IV//

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST IV//
-Nam Juna Point of View-

"Get the hell out of that room!"

I heard her yell from the other side of the door. I wiped the hot tears, which were streaming down my face and gulped. She was supposed to be my step-mother, not the Satan I got to know her for.

"No-o."

I silently replied. I was pretty sure she didn't even heard it as another round of shot-like knocks hit the door. She was practically trying to break it down.

I had no idea why she wanted me out of this room anyways. It's not like seeing my face was a pleasent surprise, or even something she would manage to tolerate, in the first place.

I'm sure that money-sucking brat that she called me wasn't her favorite. And still she was out there waiting for me to get out.

"Nam Juna, you walk out that room right now, we put too much money into you to have you locked in there the whole day."

Here we go again. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even see anything else but dollar bills. She doesnt even need to buy one of those silly glasses with cash painted on them, all shs sees in front of her eyes was cha-ching, money.

"No-o!"

This time, even known I stuttered, I managed to say it out loud. Loud enough for her to hear and get furious.

I could also hear her getting closer to the door and walking away again as it seemed she was making circles on the other side. Oh how loud those steps seemed to me. My heart would stop beating every time I heard them closer.

"I want to talk to you."

Suddenly she said very clearly and calmy. It almost looked like someone snapped their fingers ans switched my step-mother of the witch, to an actual person.

"I don't think we have what to talk about, I don't know much about every possible way to spend money."

I bitterly shot back with no care in the world. What is it for me that she is atempting to pretend to be nice? She is not. I won't fall for her cover.

"Stop being a little bi-" She stopped in mid-sentence and I grinned to myself through tears. Her real self shined through. "We NEED to talk."

"And what if I don't want to??"

I yelled and sobbed quietly. Ever since she made me feel like a true trash for my needs I couldn't help but shut everyone out. I wasn't sure if I know how to talk anymore.

I didn't want to waste my father's money, but my medical treatment required investment. At least I didn't spent it on clothes as she did. I was trying to come up with any possible way out of the situation. I need a solution.

Either I had to pay my father back to stop feeling guilty for every minute he had to work in order to pay for my healing, or get out of here, away from them as far away as possible, so they wouldn't have to take care of me.

It looked like my step-mother has read my mind as she knocked on the door and talked.

"Your father can't put any more money into you." She said not caring about the fact that my heart ached even from those words. "It would be only for the better if you got out his life."

It hurt really badly to hear that, even if I knew her words truly meant that I should get out of her life and leave all my dad's hard-earned money to her. I still felt like it was the solution I was looking for.

"What do you want me to do?"

I asked her hoping for a truly reasonable answer. Even if she was a demon or even devil itself, she still couldn't just kick me out as I was still just a teenager.

"Move. I found a great place for you, they will take care of your dissorder."

So far it didn't sound so bad. Of course her words was painful like knives stabbing me, but she didn't say anything unreasonable yet. All though I sensed she had something to add.

"What-... what place?"

I asked lifting my gaze. I leaned onto the wall and stood up from the floor that I was sitting on for the past hour staring into the wall.

The wall that was covered in posters with smiling dancers' faces and their perfect bodies frozen in the position like the time has stopped.

I walked closer to the psoters and brushed my fingertips against slippery papers. When was the last I remembered my passion? It was quite some time for sure.

"South Korea."

I turned to the door in disbelief. I know that I couldn't see her face, but in fact maybe it was for the best that I couldn't see her mean eyes or even an evil smile.

"What does South Korea has to do with anything?"

I asked expecting something like: it's as far away as I manged to get you from me, for an answer. It wouldn't have surprised me coming from such Satan's lips.

"You will get place to stay, education, they'll take care of you..."

She almost, ALMOST, sounded like a real person. Even a motherly figure.

"And you won't have to pay for it."

I finsihed her statement for her. My step-mother stayed silent. She didnt correct me. Didn't fought back those words. It was true.

Suddenly I walked up to the door with no more fear left in my heart and opened the door widely.

She jumped backwards shocked and gasped. I bet I looked like some revenge angel with my messy, sticky hair and bright red eyes.

"Nam Juna! Don't you ever do this without a warning again!"

She scolded me strictly, but I just bitterly grinned.

"Don't you worry, I will never do this again."

I said to her calmly. The gaze, which seemed surprised at first, soon turned into a glare.

"Or else-"

"Because I'm leaving."

I said exhaling at once and flashed a smile. I wasn't sure if it will help me, but if it helps them, people I considered my family, or at least part of it, it's worth a shot.

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST//
THE END

The Author's Note:
Sooo try to guess fourth members Nam Juna's aka PopRock, teaser!!!!
Please vote and comment!
Thanks for reading! ^-^