Keys to Happiness

36. Key

The hallway descended into an abrupt silence at my words that had passed through clenched teeth, the two officers exchanging looks with my own members. I saw the concern etched on their faces and I felt my anger beginning to expand.

"Just take me to him, I know he must still be in custody, right?" I questioned the officers demandingly with a sharp edge to my voice, irritation leeching through each word.

"KiBum, I don't think you should be focused on Marcus right now," JongHyun said in a stern tone. "Aliah is still in bad condition; she needs you to be here."

I turned on JongHyun in my anger, his logic and reason in the face of my pain making me want lash out.

"So what, you think sitting here while that bastard relaxes in some hospital bed will make her better! You think letting him get away with this is what she would want? Why should she be the only one to suffer?" I yelled, pushing the older boy's hand off my shoulder.

"That's not what JongHyun means," JinKi spoke up, trying to pacify me, grabbing onto my arm when I had started towards the Jjong, not knowing what I meant to do but I had the need to do something, anything. "He just wants you to take a minute to think. What if she wakes up and you're not there?"

I pulled his hands off in anger, his calm only making me even more frustrated. "I think you're all forgetting the goddamn point here!" I huffed out on a ragged breath. "That bastard is the reason why she might not wake up, and you just want me to let him go? Fuck that!"

TaeMin flinched at my words but I couldn't feel anything for the maknae, who had never seen me blow up like this before. I could barely breathe past the rage and I could feel myself breaking apart the longer I stood in that hallway. My world seemed to be falling to pieces and nothing seemed to be able to stop it. But maybe... just maybe, I could get some justice.

"Just tell me where he is before I look for him myself," I said directly to the detective and his partner. Both actively avoided my gaze but I saw the second cop's eyes glance down the hall. Without a second thought I was running, only pausing to check in doorways. One by one I went down the halls, the calls of my members telling me to come back fading the further in I went.

The hospital was like a labyrinth, and each doorway led to more and more rooms. Irritation made me snarl under my breath as yet another doorway turned up empty of the man I sought. Furiously I kept going, ignoring the pain in my chest and managing to only hearing the squeak of my sneakers against the linoleum floors. It was at the last doorway in the third set that I finally saw him.

A tall black man lay supine on a hospital bed, one of his hands cuffed to the metal railing next to him. His seemed half asleep but as I walked in, his eyes popped open and a smirk formed on his face as he registered my out of breath state. He sat up, taking care with one of his legs that was in a cast.

"Ah, another yellow monkey here to see me, what a surprise."

My eyebrows shot up at his callous words, and he looked at me again, I guess shocked that I had understood him. Slowly his smirk increased into a full smile and suddenly he looked ten times more interested in me.

"Even better, a monkey that can speak English. Why are you in a rush man, got a hot date?"

"As a matter of fact I do, with you," I told him quietly.

"Mmm, well you don't look like a cop, but what do I know about this backwards place," he sighed and leaned up against the headboard as his legs dangled over the side of the bed.

I took a step forward, each one making my hands shake uncontrollably as I came closer and closer to the man that had hurt my love.

"So what do you want huh? I don't have any bananas on me," he mocked with a loud laugh that made me wince. I hated this guy, and I was pretty sure that I would've hated him even if he hadn't hurt Aliah.
He was an asshole and I couldn't stop the bitterness that welled inside me at the thought of this scum being whole while Aliah fought for her life. Unthinkingly, with one quick strike I hit him in the stomach and felt immeasurable pleasure wash over me as he doubled over in pain, his shout choked in half.