Hidden: Strings of Fate

CHAPTER 28

Flashback
11 months ago

VIXX had just finished their schedule for the night and had gone to their respective hotel rooms so I went to retire for the night.

I put my phone on charge and got my toiletries ready. My shoulders were hurting from carrying the heavy bags and they were in need of some desperate soothing.

I let the bath water run and started to tie my thick, long locks into a bun. I wasn't going to get my hair wet this late into the night. It'd take too long to dry.

I slid into the now filled up bathtub. The hot, steaming bath water against my sore, aching muscles felt so good. I was in ecstasy. I had almost drifted off to sleep when I heard a knock at the door.

'Who could be knocking at my door this late at night?' I thought as got out of the bath.

"Just a minute. I'll be right there." I said while drying myself off.

After yanking on my underwear, bra, pyjama shorts and top, I went to the door. I opened it only to find myself looking at someone I hadn't seen in over a year.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I looked at him. His eyes were still the same, amber with a hint of green in them. He looked like he had aged. He hadn't shaven. He had a suit on but he was scruffily dressed. Shirt coming out of the pants, neck tie looking like it had just been flung on, waist coat put on not with the correct corresponding buttons. His hair looked as though he had just gotten out of bed. This man stood in front of me was the total opposite of the man I had once known. He looked a mess. Like he had given up on everything.

He slurred, "I thought it was you I saw. Nari was sure too."

"What do you want? Why are you even here?"

"To see you. Don't you remember how we used to be? I thought you'd want to remember the good days. You know, how you once stupidly gave me ev-ery-thing." He slurred as he edged closer. I started to back away. I'll admit in this type of situation my choice of clothing wasn't exactly the best.

I could hear the suggestive tone in his voice. I will not be the naive, weak girl I once was... I will not be a plaything for you to toy with. I will not... be... broken... by... YOU.