Mystic Messenger: Losing the Script (Zen x OC)

Chapter 5: Royal Refugee

Yawning, Amy briefly set down her computer to stretch and glance at her clock. It read two thirty in the morning.

"Is it really that late? It feels like I just got back." she thought to herself. After returning home from Chairman Han's residence, Amethyst had glanced at her computer to find out she had a test tomorrow that she completely forgot to study for so she had been sitting in her room studying since then, running on coffee alone as she scanned page after page of her notes and tried for hours to memorize everything.

"It would be alright if I went to bed now, right? I mean, I'm sure I'll pass at least and that's what matters, right? Right."

Shutting her laptop, Amy slid it under her bed and turned off her bedside lamp. However, after staring up at the ceiling for several minutes and not being overcome by sleep, she sat up turned the light back on before slipping her notebook and pen out from underneath her pillow.

Outside her window, a storm raged, its ominous thunder shaking the whole house as if it was trying to get Amy's attention so it could warn her about something. However, she paid it no mind and instead continued to scribble away in her book. She was so engrossed in her characters' dialogue that she didn't hear the stomping of angry feet nor her sister's desperate pleas echoing through the hall outside of her room. It was only when her bedroom door was thrown open and she saw the seething rage in her father's eyes that Amy realized something was wrong. Hastily shoving the notebook underneath her covers, she threw on a mask of innocence as her father stormed towards her.

"Father, what's wro-" she started to ask but her voice broke off when her father slapped her across the face with such great much force that she fell off the bed.

"You wicked child! You wicked, wicked girl! You have tried to make a fool of me, have you?! Do you take me for an idiot?! A moron?! Did you really think I wouldn't find out?!" he screamed at her, his face red with anger and his body trembling with boiling rage.

Amy shrank back in fright, cupping her throbbing cheek in her hand. "W-What are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me, Amethyst! I know where you really went when you asked if you could have lunch with one of Jumin's 'associates.' You went to go and get cozy with some overly optimistic bum who wouldn't know what real work is even if it hit him in the face! You deceived me!"

"Zen is an accomplice of Jumin's, father; he is part of the RFA! He also is an extremely talented actor who works really hard at his job!" Amy protested, earning herself another smack. Now both of her cheeks stung.

"You dare talk back to me, you little brat! Who do you think you are? You're nothing, Amethyst! Without me and my company, you have no value in this world!"

"You're wrong! Zen sees value in me! He sees me as more than a tool or a bargaining chip! He sees me as a person and-"

"ENOUGH!!! I FORBID YOU FROM SEEING THIS MAN AGAIN!!! YOU ARE HEREBY CONFINED TO THIS HOUSE WITH NO CONTACT WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!! I AM CALLING CHAIRMAN HAN RIGHT NOW AND ARRANGING FOR YOUR MARRIAGE TO JUMIN TO TAKE PLACE WITHIN THIS MONTH!!!" Mr. Hall roared.

"Dad, please no! What Amy did was wrong, there's no debate about that, but you can't force her to marry Jumin!" Emma exclaimed as she ran into the room.

Mr. Hall's eyes narrowed angrily. "Oh I can't, can I?"

Emma flinched at his menacing tone and hastily reworded her previous statement. "I mean, you can but you shouldn't."

"Emerald, return to your room and stay out of this." her father growled.

"But-"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM, EMERALD!!!"