Loving Lylah

Chapter 30

Lylah

I drove as fast as I could.

The wind whipped my hair to the side as my window was rolled down and my hair was let loose.

Thoughts whirled around my head like hurricane Katrina. Just when everything was starting to settle down, this new drama had to stir up.

My thoughts wondered to Jimin as I slowed to a stop infront of the park where I had my first kiss with Jimin. I headed out, intending to go to him but then i changed my mind. I didn't want hin to worry about nonsense. I could handle it myself.

I didnt know what my parents were thinking. What kind of father practically sells his daughter off? What kind of mother lets him? I knew that my father had never thought too nicely about me. I was the crushing disappointment he got when ge wanted a son, an heir to his empire. But marrying me off to one person after the other?

Tears stung at my eyes as my mind flashed back to when I was little.

Flashback

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Little 7 year old Lylah cried out as she ran into her father's large study. The man behind the desk stilled his movements before peering at the little girl from over his glasses.

A fresh batch of tears escaped her as she let out another heartwrenching sob and clutched at her bruised and scratched forearm.

"Daddy" she sniffled. "Daddy I dont want to play with them! They're mean! Lindsay pushed me and Lyle hurt my arm! Look!" She pushed out her arm for him to see as her bottom lip trembled.

Sighing, the man dragged a hand down his face in exhaustion. He muttered a curse under his breath before he fixed her with a stern glare. "Stop whining Lylah. Lindsay didnt mean to push you and dont lie to me about Lyle hurting you." His voice was cold, devoid of any fatherly emotion.

Lylah's heart sank. She knew her father could be harsh but she'd though he would atleast protect his own child. But he didnt even believe her. He called her a liar.

"But.. daddy...  they-" She started saying, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Not another word Lylah. The Bartons are important associates of mine and I will not have your lies ruin my chances at gaining a partnership with them." His voice rose with each word as he leveled her with an angry glare. "You will play with those Barton brats and dont come whining to me again. Why do you have to seek attention all the time? Why couldn't I have been blessed with a boy instead of this burden?" The last two sentences were meant to go unheard by Lylah but her ears caught on to his words and her eyes teared again.

She didnt know what a "burden" was, but she knew she'd made her further angry again. She always did, even when she didnt mean to.

With red eyes and an even redder arm, she walked out of the study.

Flashback end.

I wiped away the lone tear that fell on my cheek and closed my eyes tightly. I refused to think about those days. I refused to let him hurt me any further.

He may have gotten me into this mess. But I'll get myself out.

~

"Hey Jimin." I chirped as I reached him, near his locker. But before I could realise, I stepped on a piece of paper and slipped. Right into my boyfriends arms.

His eyes twinkled with mirth and laughter. "Hey Clumsy."

The endearing nickname he had, specifically for me, made my heart flutter. I was never one for cheese but Park Jimin had an effect on me like no other. I blushed slightly as I stepped out of his hold and straightened my crooked shirt.

"Are we still up for tonight?" He asked as he slammed the locker shut and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Of course. Pick me up at 8." I confirmed our dinner plans as we both headed off to our respective classes.

Art had become one of my least favourite classes since the whole Mr.Lee drama. The whispers and gossips never seemed to die out.

"Hey you." Blair grinned at me as I sat down beside her.

"So, I know you dont wanna talk about it and I know you already probably have a plan." She started saying, after a moment of silence passed between us. I looked at her with curiosity and nodded my head for her to go on.

"What are you going to do about the whole "Lyle" situation?" Blair asked with unconcealed worry in her tone.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I contemplated my answer. Finally, I drew in a breath and answered. "I dont know. I know that I'll never let it happen and I need to do something before things get out of hand."

"You're right. You need to talk to tour dad, Ly. I know its gonna be hard but dint you think it's high time you do so?" She touched my arm gently and looked at me with a concerned gaze. I knew she was right. Of course she was. But the question was, could I really confront my father and not waver in front of him?

"What did Jimin say about this?" She asked again, snapping me out of my inner turmoil. My eyes averted as soon as I saw the look in her eyes.

"Lylah." She called, warning. "You did tell Jimin right?"

My face washed over with guilt as I tried to give a reasonable explanation. "I just don't want him thinking about this. He and I are at such a good place right now, Blair. We're so good, I'm afraid the smallest thing could knock us out of this place we are in." I lowered ny voice as I spoke. "I dont want to drop this bomb on him and ruin it. We're so good, I'm actually scared. It's too good to be real." I muttered softly, staring into my hands as I clasped them together.

"Oh Ly." Blair gave me that understanding yet sympathetic look. "I understand, but you need to tell him soon Ly. It's not gonna be good if he hears it from someone else and thinks the worst."

My heart stopped for a moment as I considered all the possible outcomes like that. I knew I had to tell him but call me selfish, I didnt want to. Besides, I knew, he cared for me. And he would trust me.

Wouldn't he?