Toxic Summer | Kwon Hyuk.

Where Were You?

I took a trip by myself. To where? I didn't know. Just somewhere to get away from it all. Just somewhere no one knew me and they weren't scared of the person I was with. This was supposed to be the summer that I found myself after being trapped for so long, but instead it turned out to be the complete opposite. I had fallen deeper into the same pit of sadness and despair that I was trying to escape. I simply felt empty. The people I thought would be there for me, that would have my back had all deserted me now all I had was Dean and i wasn't certain on the terms of our relationship anymore.

Speaking of Dean , I hadn't spoken to him since I took my trip. It had been 3 days since I left but I knew he would have been going crazy over the fact I was gone, didn't tell him and didn't contact him. He wasn't outwardly clingy but actions spoke louder than words did and with the current state of mind I was in I couldn't stand it.

After clearing my head to the best of my ability, i decided it was time for me to go back home, after all, the time alone didn't seem to change anything. As i walked into the living room i saw Dean on the couch with the cut crack in front of him on the table.

"Where were you?" He asked calmly sitting with his body spread over the couch. He continued to face the TV, not even making an effort to turn to look at me. It was like he was throwing an intimidating strop.

"Out" i said in an obviously tone resting my backpack on the floor

"For 3 fucking days? And you didn't think to tell me you were leaving or where you were going?"

"You know who you sound like? You sound like Laurie" I said trying to stifle my laughter

'Is this fucking funny to you?' He shouted, standing up and throwing a glass that was on the table aiming at my head. I laughed watching the glass smash into pieces as it missed me and hit the wall

"Calm down! What the fuck is wrong with you? I left for a while and I'm back now what's the problem?"

"You were with another man weren't you?"

"I knew that's what this was about. Stop being so unnecessarily jealous. Unfortunately for me I don't know anyone else so chill the fuck out!" Maybe that wasn't the best approach to an angry dean because his entire disposition had changed as he backed me into a wall.

"Do you think this is a game jasmine?" He asked lowly getting in my face, placing his hand on my breast and slowly working his way upwards until his slender fingers were wrapped around my throat

"I told you to fuck with me one more time didn't i?"he whispered onto my lips, kissing them while tightening his grip around my neck.

Everything about this situation reminded me of the same thing I ran from yet all i could do was laugh. His eyes went pitch black, the vein in the middle of his head had popped out and his face had turned a deep pink as he added his other hand.

"I'd always wondered what it would be like to watch you struggle for breath under my grip" he said with a smile plastered across his face.

I wasn't scared more disturbed than anything but I wasn't scared. Nothing about him scared me anymore, definitely not the prospect of death at his hands but I wouldn't let this happen without a fight. I wasn't a bitch he could fuck with and I wanted to make sure he understood that. At full force I slapped his face leaving my hand print behind very visibly on his pale skin. At the shock of the slap he let go of my neck and I followed the slap through with a punch.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me like that again! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He rubbed his jaw with a smirk on his face before kicking my ankles causing me to lose balance and fall flat in my face. I groaned in pain tightly shutting my eyes cradling my wrist. He climbed on top of me, pinned my arms down with his knees so I couldn't fight back and again placed his hands around my neck. This time he didn't hold back. It was as if he really wanted to kill me this time.

"You've always wanted to find out who I was and what I did so now I'll show you" he grinned

As I laid there on the floor struggling to breath my short life began to flash before my eyes. I laughed at the thought that this is how I would go out. The door opened slowly and an orange haired Zico walked in. Upon seeing us on the floor his eyes widened and he ran over.

"Kwon stop man" Zico shouted

"You're gonna to kill her. Stop man" he again shouted attempting to pull him off. Dean was by no means a body builder but he was definitely toned. His strength wasn't physically obvious. Something he held at his advantage.

"I swear to God she'll end up like Clarissa if you don't fucking stop!" Zico finally shouted in almost an instant Deans eyes softened, he let go of me and stood up.

"I'm..." he stuttered

"Kwon let's go" Zico said holding Dean by the shoulders leading the two of them towards the door. It seemed like mentioning that name was an off switch for him. His face as he walked out of the door and turned to look at me looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Are you okay?" Zico asked quietly peaking his head around the door.

I simply nodded staying in the same position Dean left me in. The door locked and the tears started flowing. As much as I tried to pretend I was unaffected by everything it was hard to control my emotions when I was alone. Confusion was the only emotion I could pick out at that particular moment. The only sound in the house apart from my sobbing was the TV that had been playing since I got back.

He was always throwing around the fact that he had killed and injured people for me but would do exactly the same to me?

If he was so in love with me, like he claimed, then why was it so easy for him to hurt me? Why did the mention of 'Clarissa' cause him to stop but not me begging for him to stop?