~DARA’S POV~
My blood literally dropped to the floor when I heard Jae called for help. Something must have happened. Fear gripped my heart in an iron-tight fist. For a moment, I buried my face deeper in his chest. For a moment, I tried to hold my tears back.
A sudden wave of ambivalence came over me. I wanted to know what happened but then, I’m too afraid to find out.
A voice inside me started shouting at me and it was getting louder and louder by the minute until I can’t ignore it anymore.
“What happened?” I asked, barely a whisper but Jae didn’t answer. My tears were threatening to choke me already that ipulled away from his chest to take a deep breath/
“Dara, you don’t want to-” he started but I was already turning away from him.
My brain slowed. At first, all I could understand is that Kwon Jiyong’s in our kitchen with a blood-stained knife on his hand. My Dad was lying on the blood-stained floor. After that, it’s as if my brain stopped functioning.
“No…” I heard a choking, broken voice. Fat tears then rolled down rapidly. My brain finally processed everything in a fast forward manner that I felt like my skull’s going explode. I felt my muscles locked, then tensed as I lunged forward but two strong arms locked themselves around my chest, stopping me.
“Let me go!” I shrieked. “Daad!”
Why is he stopping me? Why isn’t he doing anything? Shouldn’t Jae fight Kwon Jiyong or help Dad? Why is he just standing behind me? There was a sound from somewhere.
“We’re in here!” I heard Jae shouted. I continued struggling; wanting to run to Dad and attack Kwon Jiyong but Jae was too strong for me.
I saw men in uniform entered the kitchen. Jiyong dropped the kitchen knife on the floor wordlessly. He didn’t fight. He didn’t struggle. He just let the men handcuff him. Is this how it happened? Is this how his father died, too? When they past by me, I screamed and was able to pull one arm off Jae’s hold. I scratched Jiyong’s face and spit at him. His jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything. He just smirked.
“Oh God” icried as I knelt down on the floor beside Dad. My hands were terribly shaking as they frantically hovered above Dad’a body.
“Dara”I heard Jae’s voice.
“Help him” Icried.
The ambulance arrived some seconds later. Jae pulled me up from the floor for I was too weak to move. We followed Dad’s stretcher to the mobile.
“You already saw what you needed to see” I heard kwon Jiyong sneered. “Why ask stupid repetitive questions?”
I wanted to cut his tongue out but I was too weak to put my thoughts into action. I just let Jae lead me.
o=o=o
“See? SEE?!” mom freaked out. “If you’d only listened to me! Everyone knew what that guy’s capable of! He’s a heartless criminal! He killed his own father. What made you think he’s not capable of killing other people not related to him! Now look! Look at what he did!”
I didn’t say anything. I just cried. I felt bad. I felt guilty. I felt horrible. Mom ranted on and on. I know she’s worried to death for Dad. I am, too. But Mom’s explosion was triggered when the doctor informed her that Dad will be needing bllod transfusion.
Jae stayed beside me all the while, silently comforting me. I appreciate it. I’m actually grateful. His presence was enough to stop me from having a nervous breakdown. There’s just too much conflict going on inside me. I believed Kwon Jiyong’s a rude person but not heartless. But right nw? I don’t know what to believe about him anymore. Just by thinking or remembering him standing over Dad with a kitchen knife on his hand makes my blood boil from anger. I can geel it running through my veins that I just want to lash out.
