Abused

Chapter 6

Dae-hyuns POV

I walked out the door really quickly. It was a little embarrassing to be seen with paint all over me in someone else's home. That girl... was really a character. She was pretty, and I loved the way her long black hair glistened. I was beyond interested in her, but I've only known her for about two hours. She just seemed perfect. She was slim, had pale skin and her eyes were the perfect size. I liked her. I knew that for sure, and she seemed to flirt with me. I just needed to get to know her more. I walked up to my apartment, pulled the keys from my pocket, and unlocked my door. Going inside, I went straight to the bathroom. Paint was everywhere. In my ear, up my nose, in my teeth, hair, etc. I definitely needed a shower. Before I could even take off my shirt, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket to check who it was. My ex, Minji. We broke up because all she did was cheat on me, and now she texts, and calls to win me back. Minji was so beautiful to me, but once I saw her true colors, all my feelings for her faded away. She was slim, had a double eyelid, pale skin, long hair, sharp nose (come to think of it she might have gotten plastic surgery. I like my girls natural) I know I sound picky, but that's just how I am. Konami though, was just great. I picked up the phone.
"What?"

"Uhh hey Daehyun. I-I uh need to talk to you"

"You always need to talk me don't you?"

"Yes but it's important this time. I promise"

"You promise? Oooohh ok I guess I should BELIEVE you. That's going to be easy."

"Stop Daehyun. I know I messed up, but if you give me another chance, I really won't mess up."

"No. You had your time Minji. I'm done."

"No. I won't accept that. I know you love me."

"No I don't. I used too"

"Well listen to me. I'm serious. I-"

I hung up on her. I didn't want to hear what she had to say at all. Everytime she said something was important, she'd always change the subject to us getting back together. Anyways. I started the shower and got in.

SAVANNA POV

It was Saturday. I quickly got up to get ready, because marching band had a competition. I quickly put on shorts and a T-shirt. I put my hair up in a messy bun, and put on some Flip flops. I checked my phone. 8:27. Okay, I was making good time. I had to be in the band room at about 9:00. I went down the hall into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Nothing. Damnit, now I'm going to be hungry and tired when I get back. I walk back into my room, and grab my instrument. I walk back into the kitchen and out the back door, careful not to wake my parents. I walk out onto the sidewalk and begin my 10 minute journey to school. About halfway there I stop at the stop sign. Where is she? Ugh. Oh wait... She's in South Korea. Face palm. I continue my walk, but before I step out to cross, a car comes speeding and beeping their horn at me to get out of their way. "What the hell?" The car came to a screeching halt. The window rolled down and a girl stuck her face out. It was Veronika... She had more people in the car with her. Doors started opening and girls started getting out. They were yelling stuff like, "I'm going to beat your ass" or "better run bitch." I couldn't take on all of them. I was wearing flip flops, plus, I had my instrument in my my hand, so I was scared. There were about six girls against one. I did the only thing I could do, and that was run. I dropped my instrument, kicked off my flip flops and ran. I ran with all my might, but were on my heels. They stopped and ran back to the car. After seeing that I stopped to catch my breath. I collapsed on the sidewalk, and wiped sweat from my forehead. What was that? Sounded like another car was coming. I heard them screaming, and laughing as they sped past me and threw something out of their window. I soon realized was my saxophone! It was out of the case too! WHAT THE FUCK?!? That stupid bitch and her whore friends are always somewhere ruining people's lives. When they drove off I ran over to pick my saxophone off the ground. Keys were scattered on the ground, and it had a lot of dents and scratches. I was going to have to work my butt off to pay to get this fixed. I'm never going to get to see Konami at this rate, she hasn't event been gone for 3 days, and I'm doing TERRIBLE. I picked up my case a few feet away, and put my broken saxophone and all it's keys inside. I continued my walk barefoot, hoping I could get the band director to believe what just happened to me. He's a strict one. I just prayed to God that he would believe me...

KONAMI POV

UGH. My mom and I are going to register me into this private school today. WHY??? I would rather be home schooled honestly. This is my last year in school anyway, I feel like I can manage, but you probably know the answer.

"NO. You are going to this school."

"Why?? At least let me go to public school. I don't wanna go here."

"Listen Konami, you are going to this school, because it's the closest to our house. I don't wanna hear anything else."

I sighed and we quickly crossed the street.

"Can we at least get a car. I'm tired of taking the subways and crossing the street."

"Konami, we haven't been here for 3 days and you're complaining way too much."

"Well mom you gotta think. We really HAVE been here for 3 days. I'm not used to it, so bear with me here."

"Believe me. I'm trying to."

We walked up to this big building on the street. My mom and I walked in and sat at this table, and waited for someone to come and assist us. After a minute or two this chubby woman with bleach blonde hair came over to us, and sat down.

"Annyeonghaseyo. I'm Minji. I'm the administrator. What can I do for you two ladies today?"

"We came here to enroll my daughter Konami in this school."

"Okay. How old are you Konami.."

"Chang. And I'm 17."

"Okay. She will be in our senior grade here then. I'm going to need you to sign your names here. Write down any important numbers, and I'll need her social security number. Call me back over here if you have any questions or concerns."

My mom thanked her and we proceeded to fill out the paper. When we were done, we turned it into her. She printed me a schedule for my classes and handed it to me.

"Be here tomorrow morning on time for school. We are very happy that you decided to join us." She smiled and went back to her desk. I'm not happy to join them. I wanted to either be hone schooled or go to a public school. I feel like the kids here would be snobby. Oh well, there's nothing I can do now. I just have to stick it through....