No matter how much I scream, no matter how much I squirm he doesn't budge.
This is it. I feel a tear escape my eyes as he continues to suck my lips and slowly move his hands over my chest.
I give up trying to escape, close my eyes and sob silently.
Even if I try to escape he'll catch me again.
.
.
"YAH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!"
I feel all the pressure of his body release off mine. The tears start to flow harder down my face as I think of what he must be doing to me; in order for me to not feel anything in this moment right now.
That voice? I probably just imagined it to escape this harsh, cruel reality. I can't do anything.
Just then I hear that same, familiar voice again. A voice not belonging to the cashier. He starts yelling and then I hear punches being thrown, rolling around, banging on the floor and then a really hard punch.
"B A M !"
"YAH!!! ITS PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO DISGUST ME THE MOST
*BAM!*
TAKING ADVANTAGE OF
*BAM!*
AN
*BAM*
INNOCENT
*BAM!*
GIRL
*BAM!*
LIKE
*BAM!*
HER
*BAAAAAAM*
AND FOR WHAT?" he paused for a moment, while laughing like a mad man.
JUST FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*BAM! BAM! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!*
YAH! Taking advantage of any girl just to please your self is so sick! Don't you feel the tiniest bit of guilt? Huh, I guess not, seeing as how your not even
*BAM!*
asking
*BAM!*
for
*BAM!*
forgivne
*BAM!*
ss.
You sick bastard. Go to hell!"
I slowly open my eyes to see another boy on top of the cashier. He continues to throw endless punches in the cashiers direction and by this point the cashier has stopped wriggling and whimpering. He just lays there; bruised closed eyes, swollen face, scars, hair all ruffled.
The boy on top grabs the cashier by the collar and yanks him towards him so that their faces are just inches apart.
"You sick bastard. You're lucky I even let you live. I hope that gave you the pleasure that you were looking for so desperately. Dickhead." he spat and shoved the counter boy aside.
He stands up and runs towards me. I try to move away but fail to do as I feel a sharp pain throbbing around my wrists. I look down at them realizing their all swollen and red. I let a small cry of pain escape my lips.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you, I promise. Trust me." he extends his arm out and smiles, scarred face, torn lips. I look to the ground and attempt to stand up.
Since when did everything get so blurry? I attempt to stand up and start to feel weak. Before I know it, my legs give way.
But he catches me, just as I'm about to hit the ground, helps me up, picks up my groceries and walks me away from the shop.
.
.
He doesn't say a word while we're walking.
Probably giving me some space to think.
The boy continues to curse the counter guy under his breath. Every now and then he would kick the side curb and curse at the curb for hurting him. He sits me down after walking for a while, ruffles his hair and looks as though he's about to blow.
And yes, he blows alright.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FRECKIN LITTLE PRICK! ARGHH! YOU STUPID ASS LITTLE PEACH! I HOPE YOU FALL OFF A CLIFF AND LAND IN A BUNCH OF LEGO, BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THOSE THINGS HURT LIKE HECK! YAH! PABO! COME AT ME! BASTARDS LIKE YOU BELONG IN JAIL! ANIE, YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE IN JAIL! YOU DESERVE TO BE IN HELL! ARGHHHHHH!!!!!"
I look up to see his orange hair boobing everywhere as he speed walks up and down the pathway. He halts.. then continues to speed walk up and down, cursing and all.
.
*CHLINK!* *CHLINK!* *CHLINK!*
I lift my head up to see the boy punching the lamp post, as though its a punching bag.
"Uhm, erm, excuse me..."
He doesn't hear me.
Excuse me... YAH! Stop! Please! STOP!"
*CHLINKKKK* *CLINKKKKKK* *CLINKKKKKKK*
"YAH!" I run up to the boy, grab both his hands and put them in front of me. He's refuses to look at me, so I let him calm down. He slowly clams down, shifts his focus to me and stares directly in my eyes. When our eyes meet, its as though I can see right through him. I see all the mixed up emotions of anger and worry in his chingy brown eyes.
Before I know it his hands are on my face. He examines me and asks if I'm okay.
"Mian, I didn't get there on time. Did he do anything to you? I swear to God if he so much as made a scratch I'll go back and kil-"
"Anie. He just... he j-just f-fel-t m-me. N-nan jinja g-gwenchana" I say forcing a smile onto my face, hiding my bruised wrists.
"Don't smile at me.. please don't smile at me. If your happy, smile. If your angry, get angry. If your sad, cry. Hit me, sob all you want. Just please.. please don't tell me you're okay and smile. People who do that are always the one's who get hurt the most in the end"
As he finishes his sentence I cant help but break down in tears. Before I collapse he pulls me in close and hugs me tightly while rubbing my back. He keeps telling me"It's okay to cry" , "Don't worry I'm here" , "Cry all you want" , "Its okay to be sad".
.
As I'm crying in his arms, I realize I don't even know this guy. His voice sounds kind of familiar though.. after some more crying and flashbacks of the 24/7 and the concert it all hits me.
That voice, those brown chingy eyes, those bright orange bangs...
Jimin.
Park Jimin.
.
.
I feel a pang of happiness but then the feelings of horror wash over me as I flash back to the cashier feeling up and down my.. before I can even finish flashing back, I'm brought back to reality when I hear Jimin's firm, reassuring voice
"It's okay, I'm here. You're safe with me."