I Hated Her || JenLisa

Guilty Pictures

"Sometimes people have a story to tell."

Dony

"Sir are you sure? I don't think that's right," my fingers finding my pierced ear.

He surveys me with indifference, his hands clasped together.

Mr. Kim was a man to be reckoned with. My figure so small under his gaze.

"Keeping my daughter in check is your duty, Dony," he waves a sachet of what looks like the biggest mistake Deuk and I joined in.

It was just peer pressure.

Others made us do it.

Yet here we are. 

"You know what happens right?" He smiles suggestively at me, too devious to call it as something good.

"Yes," it was my cue to stand up, cowering almost.

"Good to have business with you," he turns his chair away from me and I knew our talk was done.

Walking away, I frown at the idea of him telling me to just do anything to make his daughter understand.

Things someone shouldn't do.

Letting my feet take me back to the apartment, I am met by my antsy brother who stood up to welcome me.

"How did it go?" He pursed his lips, brows arched in worry. My brother hadn't eaten well for days out of anxiety, we both are. 

Deuk would stay up all night to figure out how to get us out of this mess, and as soon as daylight pokes in he would run around just to ask lawyers or anyone else that could help us. 

I wasn't the only one strangling. 

Staring down at my feet, I don't want to see those hopeful eyes knowing I have not bear good news. 

Pretending to be her lover was easy, it was clear Jennie was using me to cover for her relationship with Lisa. And I was alright with that, it was my silent support to them. 

Jennie didn't want me in on the story. 

It was fine. 

Alas, her father managed to see through it and as mysterious as he did, he found out about my own little secret with Deuk too.

Pressuring the both of us to be his little puppets to break the two girls.

We shouldn't have accepted the drugs in the first place, thus he found out our weak spot.

I am at my wit's end.

Shaking my head, I let my head fall to his shoulders as I cry out of guilt to what is to come.

Jennie, I'm sorry.

My brother comforts me, sobbing the only music to our ears.

"It's okay to cry," my brother holds me, "I'm sorry for making you go through this Don."

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to do all this," Deuk bit back the same cry.

We were like chained dogs.

How could Jennie's father do all this?

For the sake of their reputation?

"What are you going to do to Jennie?" Deuk questions. I was dreading this and I wish I didn't have to see her tomorrow; to pretend.