Joey walked me back home as it was near and he insisted to accompany me despite me insisting that he didn't have to.
"Mark asked to me to look after you,"he had told me.
I was drowning inside of myself. Mark had done everything he could do to protect me and I am so touched.
I hope he's doing fine as well.
"Alright, thanks again. You should get going now. It's already very late," I said to him as we arrived at my house.
"You should thank Mark,"he asked and left.
He's right. Mark had done so much.
Just as I was about to knock the door, it was opened from the inside.
It was my father, his eyes wide as he saw me. Without a word, he pulled me in his arms and stroked my hair.
"Honey?"I heard my mother called from the inside. "What's taking you so long?"
I was still in my father's embrace. He was hugging me so tight, as if he would never let me go again.
Just then my mother appeared and her eyes were teary and red. When she saw me, she gasped and closed her mouth with her hand and rushed to me.
My father let me go and it was my mother's turn to get me.
"Where were you? You suddenly went missing at the wedding. I thought you were kidnapped again,"my mother cried into my shoulders.
I decided I shouldn't tell her what actually happened. I don't want her to be worried and sad because of me. I hate to see my mother crying, it hurts me to see her crying.
"I'm alright, Mom. It's just that I felt dizzy so I decided to take a walk outside. In the middle of my journey, I saw a bookstore and that distracted me. I lost track of time. I'm sorry for making you worried,"I lied. Honestly, I hate myself for lying to my parents but I only want to see them happy and I knew that I'd be fine without them worrying about me. They've donr so much for me.
"Don't you just leave without telling us again, alright?"my father said.
"Yes, Dad. I'll remember that,"I nodded.
"Have you eaten dinner yet? I didn't cook tonight,"my mother asked.
"It's alright, Mom. I don't really feel like eating tonight."I smiled.
I excused myself to my room and changed. My hands were hurting and were brusing badly. I was so thankful my parents didn't notice.
I laid down on my bed and felt my body sore. My legs were also killing me. I applied some cream onto my hands and legs so that it could heal faster and to quicken the process of losing the bruise. I don't want my parents to ever find out.
I was staring at my dark blue painted ceiling filled with artificial stars which were glittered with gold. I'ved had it since I was 8. My father had made it with me and we jumped on the bed to stick it on the ceiling. It was such a sweet memory.
Just then, my phone vibrated.
Direct message from @mark_tuan - 22 messages[1.15 pm (LA)]
[10.15 pm (Korea)]mark_tuan:
-Hey Kiera
-Finally I've just got the time to text you
-So anyway I'm so happy that finally Got7's new mv is going to be released tonight
-Oh, I guess you're busy right now
-Text me back^^[2.32 pm (LA)]
[11.32 pm (Korea)]mark_tuan:
-Yesss another 28 minutes till the release!
-Where are you
-You're usually online[3.01 pm (LA)]
[12.01 am (Korea)]mark_tuan:
-It's finally out
-Oh I'm a minute late :(
-Hahahaha I just fell asleep while waiting[4.13 pm (LA)]
[1.13 am (Korea)]mark_tuan:
-Are you busy
-It's so unsual of you not being online at this hour
-Wait are you Okay?
-I think something's going on
-Hang on[8.45 pm (LA)]
[5.45 am (Korea)]mark_tuan:
-Kiera?
-Joey just called me
-I'm glad you're doing safe
-Are you alright?
-Joey told me that you're alright but you just got some bruise
-But I need to hear it from youkiera_chaerin:
-Hey Mark
-Yes I'm alrightmark_tuan:
-Oh finally you answered
-I was worried
-Take care of yourself
-Be careful when handling things because of your bruisekeira_chaerin:
-I will
-You should sleep
-You haven't been getting a proper sleep last night and you're up early
-Don't worry about me much
-I'll be fine because I believe that you'll always be there
-But this is unhealthy for both of us
-I'm afraid I'll affect you with your career and stuff if I keep on troubling youmark_tuan:
-It's alright
-you're never a trouble to me
-I promised that I'll always protect you
-Oh can I have your number?
-So that we can contact easierkiera_chaerin:
-Sure
-Here ×××××××××mark_tuan:
-Alright you should rest tookiera_chaerin:
-I will
-Congrats on your comeback!mark_tuan:
-Thanks^^
-Alright I'll go nowkiera_chaerin:
-Oh before you gomark_tuan:
-Hmm?keira_chaerin:
-Thank you
-For everything//
Yay! Finally a text message :)
Hope you like it^^
[I listened to Let Me by Got7 while writing this]
09/11/16, Wednesday
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Keeper | 2 [Mark Got7]
أدب الهواةKeeper (noun) - A person who guides or takes care of something or someone. The girl was always saved whenever she was in trouble. Then, a heartbreaking incident happened to her and she had to move with her grandparents. That was when they got togeth...