We Need Love

Chapter 1

So this is me. I'm Song Ji Hyo, known as the rebel girl as you could see. I hate pets. I dislike makeups. I like boxing lesson. I'm 20 and I'm not proud of still living with my dad. And here I am, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Jake's reply. Moving away is better. My subconscious talks alone in my head, reminding me what my life means. 

I sit up and reach for my phone. 

It's almost 10 a.m. No missed call, no text message or anything. Come on Jake, what's taking you so long? 

I throw my phone onto my bed and climb off it. Walking downstairs slowly, I look around if there's anybody there. 

Nope, nobody. Line clear. 

I sneak into the kitchen and open the fridge. 

Hmm. Let me see, oh we got some apples in here, bananas, milk, eggs are here too but where is the packet of strawberries I bought yesterday morning. Damn it. Can't they get their hands off my stuff? 

I move on to make instant coffee. As I rip open a packet of coffee, I hear footsteps coming over at me. The footsteps stop and I turn around. 

And there's dad, in his pilot uniform, with his hands in his pocket. Crap. 

"Where are you going, my daughter?" bla bla bla, he asks and I know he just entered my room by the way he knew where I'm going. 

I pull my face into a glare and cross my arms, showing him how much I hate him. "Moving away from this fucking house, my dad." I say sarcastically, with still glaring at him. 

"Moving? To where?" He asks in confusion. Oh, end this drama quickly. I'm so tired of it.

"I'm moving to a place where I can find peace and where I don't have to battle for my feelings. I'm so sick of it, dad." I continue to make my coffee. 

I stir my cup and pour in some cream. Then, continue stirring. 

"That is not the solution, dear." His voice is begging me to stay. 

"So what? I can do what I want. I'm 20 and stop controlling me like a doll. I'm Song Ji Hyo and fuck you." I begin to walk away with my coffee. He deserves that for sure and I don't care what he thinks of me anymore. 

I reach upstairs and grab my phone. My coffee on my nightstand.

Okay. A message from Jake. *Found a nice one. At Miami's Beach. I'll pick you up if you want.* 

Does he think I'm a baby that I don't know how to get there? 

*Stop offering everything. I can take care of myself. Just give me the adress.* I reply to him.

A few minutes later, I receive the adress he texted. *28, Miami's Beach Apartment. I left the key at the lobby :)* The smiley is killing me. Ugh.

I quickly exit my room with my suitcase. Through the staircases, I finally make it at the doorway. I ignored Joong Ki who was looking at me like a bastard at the living room. 

And now, I'm finally out. Yes, this is it.