Hurt

Chapter 52 - Return

Hyekyo

I walk to the downstair wearing high school uniform again. Yeah, I stayed in my house again since last week. My father told me to back home and stayed with them again. Since I've agreed to help him, I had no choice. Besides, I also don't have any place to go. That's given me no more choice except staying in this house again. At first, Mom kept asking me where and why I leaving the house for past 3 months and I had to answer her question like my father told. Flying to States for helping my father's business. Now, I'm really looked like his dog.

Actually, I didn't had to help him and I don't really care about BaekSang. But, I have to do this because I might know what happen to Hanseul back then when the fire was happening. I might know why Hanseul was in President Byun's hand and why not my father. All I just know is my father trying to stole Hanseul. Maybe President Byun was a really friend of Han Jaesil or maybe President Byun is another character who want to confiscated Hanseul or maybe Han Jaesil gave to him because he knew he will killed by my father. Also, what was the reason Han Jaesil put my name under his shared in BaekSang, I must found out. He knew that I'm not his daughter and why he doing that, it must a reason behind it.

Not just that. Kim Miyoon's father's death is still mystery. The police still can't catch the killer. I don't think it is my father who killed Kim Miyoon's father like I said before. The facts is not enough to make my father as that killer as a conclusion. He may hold a grudge to kill that man but the facts that I found still didn't make any sense to me. I have to find out what was happening.

I walk to the kitchen and see my father was talking to his secretary in the living room. They looked serious. I look at his secretary's face. Another thing. My father's secretary, I found him really suspicious. What and why he suddenly approach right in time where I was being kidnapped back then. Maybe this is look like coincidence but I still didn't think like that. It's like it was planned to me.

I shake my head. I don't want think that now. What was important is my motive by helping my father get BaekSang. I sit on the chair and grab a piece of bread. Then, my father and Mom sit at their place and we eat without talking. I go to tho school after that and start my normal life like before again as a high schooler.

When I enter the school's gate, the students passing are looking at me. Maybe they haven't saw me for 3 months and feel weird when they saw me. I'm walking to the class like nothing happened. As I enter the class, the same thing happen. The whole class are looking at me. The other student from the other class also peek through the window. I realize Yoojoung was in the class too. Maybe my father let her go because he already had my agreement. I sit at my place and take out the book. I read it like nothing happen until the teacher come into the class.

"Now, let's start the class."

The class in this morning was mathematics. The teacher is teaching as always and said nothing to me as I was not gone for months. 

"Now, the hardest question. Who want to solve this problem?", asked the teacher. The kids was looking down like they don't want to answer it. 

"Come on, guys. I already taught you this part so many times and you still didn't understand it. You will graduate next month and still didn't take this seriously? You guys didn't studied this part? This part have the most question on your final exam. You still will answer this even not now. Now, who want to answer this?"

The class silent.

"Right, then. I'll call your name."

The teachers is looking the whole class to look for a student to solve the question in front.

"Kim Yoojoung. Can you solve this question?"

"I don't know, seonsengnim."

"I told you. This is not your last time see this question."

The teacher sighs.

"Kang Hyekyo."

My name was called. The whole class are looking at me as the teacher said my name.

"Can you solve this question?" 

I stand up without hesitated and walk to the front to solve the question. In 30 second, I solve the question easily and the blackboard was full with my calculating. I go back to my sit. The teacher checked my answer and show her shocked face even she trying to cover it.

"Right. Full marks for this question."

The whole class are looking at me.

"Good job, Hyekyo-ah. Look guys. Hyekyo didn't come for 3 months and can solve this question so why not you who came to the school everyday? Listen, this part was the most difficult and 95% students was failed here every year. Do you know what it's mean?"

The kids shake their head.

"It's mean you guys have to work harder to make sure you master this part if you don't want to fail. Okay?"

"Nae, seonsengnim", the class answered.

The bell was ringing means time for recess. The teacher let us go grab our foods. The kids are running to the canteen. I take out my books and starts reading it again. But my attention is not into the book I read. I look around the class. Empty. It is just me. Next month is my last time going to the school. For past 3 years here, I didn't even make any memories. When they asked the kids, what was their best moment in their life. Many would answer is being a high schooler were the best time in their life. But not me. When the others was busy han with their friends, I was sitting at table. Studying. My life is full with study and study and study. And this year is the most disaster to me. 

When the other student went to the university, continues their study, I don't know what I would be. Maybe a normal college student or a dog who being fooled by her own father. I don't know what will happen after I graduated as a high schooler. I'm still stuck between the past and present. I don't know where to go or more likely as if it doesn't let me go. The painful past and the present that full with scar. I don't know what I should choose. My heart was heavy as if there was a plenty of stone on it. I don't know how to erase this stone. Maybe by I know the whole truth 14 years ago, the stone will disappear. 

I sigh. I'm scared to move forward. The more further I move, the more pain and scar I get.....