I Need U

8

Namjoon, remember when we were sitting on the wall by our hide-out. It was blanketed with the growing moss, and was slightly cracking around the edges and corners. A group of boys our age came over, with their typical jeans and plain T with a jumper of some sort wrapped around their waist. And the signature cap on backwards. They looked really intimidating. They grabbed my wrist harshly throwing me to the ground. I cried. It reminded me of what father did to mum. The smallest of the lot bent over me ever so slightly and joked
'oh look she is already crying, why don't you just run home to your parents? And cry like a little baby.'.
After he said that you instantly threw a punch. He went to throw one back but i screamed
'stop'.

I got on my feet. I wiped away the tears, that fell silently against my globes cheeks. I patted you on the shoulder saying,
'its my turn to stand up for myself!'.
I grabbed the guy by the collar and brung his face closer to mine yelling 'don't you ever bring my parents into this when you were adopted in the first place!'
I let go of his collar swinging my foot round kicking him square in the jaw. My roundhouse kick.

He fell to the ground, hissing in pain. The others had already fled, leaving the boy by himself. I turned around to be met by your shocked face as you only just managed to squeak out
'Don't ever let me get on your bad side, OK!'.
I chuckled at your scared face.

I regret it...