A Picture of Hope

Chapter 14

          Bursting through her door, she flung her bag to the ground. Using the wall as a guide, she staggered her way to the opened space of her apartment. Looking through teary eyes, she saw nothing but his face. The pure hatred, she had seen frightened her. Placing a hand against her back, she winced with the sharp pain. Wiping the tears from her eyes she inhaled deeply. Her heart ached with each beat as she thought of him.

Standing between the kitchen and the living room, she spun herself slowly. Seeing only his anger ridden face as she turned, she began to hear his words echo around her.

"Aww, I'm sorry princess."

"I don't know what I ever saw in you."

"GET OUT! I don't want to see or talk to you."

His words buzzed within her head, making her feel sick. It was bad enough that she realized too late what she had done. But did he have to throw her against the wall? Her back began to ache as she remembered the feeling of it. As she stopped, she began to feel her blood boil. Looking to her living room, she noticed the photos were still where she had left them. Her heart raced as she made her way to them.

With one fell swoop of her arm, she tossed the memories to the ground. Feeling the anger with herself grow, she flipped her table. Making her way through her house, she began ripping things apart. Tearing down the photos in her hallway and the kitchen, she let out a scream. Standing in her bedroom, doorway, she leaned against its frame.

Taking a step forward, she headed for her bed. Her covers flew in the air, as she tossed it. Moving to her closet, she grabbed an arm full of clothes and chucked them. She wasn't angry with him. He had every right to be mad with her. Knowing that she had done to Hoseok, was what Dante had done to her made her upset.

As she thought about Hoseok's words, she paused holding an arm full of clothes. She turned looking at the mess she had made. Her mind fell quiet as an image of his smile passed by. Releasing the clothes from her tight grip, she widened her gaze. What had she done? This was not like her to destroy something out of anger. Lowering her gaze, she slowly headed out to the rest of the apartment.

Fragments of glass were scattered around the living room and kitchen. She stood taking in the scene. Looking now to the living room she felt her heart sink deeper. Why? Why did it happen this way? Falling to her knees she wept.

"I'm sorry." She cried.

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Hoseok continued with his practice, hoping to forget what he had done. He could see the questioning looks the others were giving him, but didn't want to speak. As they finished, he sat leaning against the mirror. Picking up his phone, he went to his photos. Browsing through his many photos, he stopped when her smiling face appeared. In an instant he felt a little bit at ease. But soon her face twisted into despair. Closing the app, he tossed it back in his bag.

"What happened?"

He looked up to see V standing with a raised eyebrow, and arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't want to talk about it." Hoseok replied.

"She left in tears," He said, "And you're sulking. What the hell happened?"

"I told you. I don't want to talk about it." Hoseok replied while getting to his feet.

"Hobi." V said sternly, "What did you do?"

Taking a deep breath he glared at his friend.

"All that matters," He began, "Is I screwed up. I let my anger get the best of me. And because of that she got hurt...It doesn't matter anyway, she'll never speak to me...sigh. I'm going back to the dorm."