Mr. Strict // K.S.J

24

"Go away, please." I said.

He sat down next to me.

"Are you ok? Where are your parents?" He asked.

I sat up into a sitting position and wiped my tears.

"I don't know... my parents have been missing for a long time... I've never met them." I admitted and he looked at me.

"Wait... you've never met your real parents?"

"I may have once when I was very very young. But one day, I was taken from my mom and dad. I never saw them again."

"Who's been watching you?"

"Nobody. I was taken to this huge house and was forced to be a slave to this awful couple and their son. I have to call them my parents if I don't want to get beaten."

"Oh... I'm sorry. Why did you even come into my office?"

"That nice man brought me in. He gave me the first full meal I've had in I don't even remember how long." I said.

Then I remembered something.

"Oh no! I gotta go..." I said and ran off.

"Wait!" I heard him calling.

...

Jin

That young girl is not going back there.

Child hater or not, I gotta get her back from that awful home.

I followed her to a really nice house, with gates.

I saw her sneaking into a hole... Wait... is she going into the basement?

I followed her into the home.

"You little shit! You escaped again!" A voice yelled.

I looked inside to see a man beating her.

"Father I'm sorry..."

"Damn right you should be sorry! I was gonna shorten your punishment, but now it's only right to make it a week without food. Don't sneak out again or it'll be a month you little brat." He kicked her again and walked off, leaving the crying girl injured on the floor.

Why am I feeling so... so fucking angry?!

ARGH!

I ran around to the front door and rang the bell as quickly as I could.

"He's gonna be fucking sorry he laid a finger on that little girl." I said to myself.

She opened the door.

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked.

"You, grab whatever you have in this house, you're not staying here." I said.

She came back two minutes later with a thin looking backpack.

Then, the man grabbed her wrist.

"Where the fuck do you think your going?" He slurred.

He was drunk.

I grabbed her hand and lightly pulled her out of the house.

"With me... she's not staying with a drunk man whore like you." I said.

I took her to my car and had the driver take us away.

What I didn't know, was that the man would be planning something very dangerous.