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14 - Mistress

It had been over two weeks since Lucas was gone. Sungmin would completely stick to me, wherever he'd go he'd take me with, even without my consent.

I've got no idea why he was doing this, but I appreciate it. He would always pull me away whenever they'd step into the room or tagged along. I could tell they were furious at his behaviour, not allowing them to spend some time with me, not that I wanted to anyways.

When they heard my screaming and came into the room only to see me holding a limp Lucas all of them just shook their heads as if they saw it coming, they didn't do anything to comfort me, they took Jinsoo's side. All of them except for  Sungmin.

He came running up to me and took Lucas away from my arms, replacing him. Now he was the one on my lap trying his best to comfort me, but as always, it showed who had raised him and how. He couldn't even comfort people. They had raised him horribly, even though I tried my best to raise him my way.

But it doesn't matter anymore. From the moment they hurt Lucas war had been declared, soon to start. And they would surely lose, people without a heart simply cannot win at a war of hearts, and that was exactly what I was planning. From now on I would be ruthless and merciless, unforgiving.

They would not leave unscathed, but I wouldn't either, that I knew.

It had been slightly over two weeks and I was ready to hurt. Sungmin knew what was coming and tried begging me not to do anything I'd 'regret', but I had no more space for regret. And he had realized from the moment he saw them look down on me that they weren't just what they said they were.

You see, I've never told anyone about it, making it one of my deepest darkest secrets, but I know that they don't see me as their 'little princess'. I'm more kind of a pet for them, there to entertain it's masters. But I was the Mistress, the upper hand.

They don't know that I am aware of their actions. When I was younger I would sometimes wake up with hickeys, I would shrug them off taking them as moquitoe bites, but when winter came it wouldn't stop. They would say that they were centipede bites, that's when I became scared of centipedes.

I would often wake up with a few bruises as well, they'd excuse it saying that I must've fallen off the bed when I was sleeping. But I realized it was a lie when they put up barriers at the edges of the bed so I could no longer fall. But still waking up to a few bruises.

Anyways, if you can't go out the front door gloriously, you will have to sneak out the back door. Pride is not an important moral when desperate. And I was desperate.

I had yet to think of what I would do, it had to be demolishing but safe at the same time, it's just a mater of time until they feel forced to drop their ever lasting facade, crack.

If I could get them to crack it would be so much easier. They can't think when angry, or hurt. Maybe all I've got to do is make Sungmin betray them. That will surely hurt them, deeply. They're not completely liars, they never lied about being devoted to family, guess they just don't see me as their family.

Thing is, their facade has been on for so long I'm not even sure it can even break anymore. It wouldn't be of surprise if I just seemed to fail, so I must prepare a plan B. How to be ruthless though?

They were clearly better than I at this kinds of games, but they had no meaning or reason. Meanwhile I had both.

I decided to go to Sungmin and try to turn him against them, I had thought that he seems to already have realized how they really are, so I might not need much conviction. If I could just get him to agree on helping me...

If not I'd have to go against him too. He had to choose.

I went to the gaming room, finding him there of course. As always I sat next to him and he would finally notice my presence.
"Sungmin. Help me escape." I looked up at him and deep into his eyes. He seemed taken aback at first but quickly regained his composture.

"I don't think I can or should do that." He cleared his throat.
"It's either you help me escape or you don't. But I will escape anyways, with or without you." I had not broken the eye contact yet, trying my best to intimidate him, or at least show him that I was defenitely not joking.

"Noona, why can't you just fix things with them and we can go back to being happy? I want to be happy." He said.
"There's no way I can stand staying in the same house as them for much mroe longer. Answer me, will you help me or will you not?" I saw him think for a while until he finally answered.

"Alright. I can see you truly aren't happy here, and I want you to be happy." He sighed. I got up and left the room, he alreayd knows what I mean by 'helping' me. He must turn on them and break them.

Now I just needed a date and way to get out. I know they've got motorbikes, but I don't think I would ever be able to find the keys to the garage, even if I did I still didn't learn completely everything about how to ride them, but at least I knew the basics as to how to manage it and the traffic signs and so on.

But does it matter when you're rich? If I got stopped I would just hand them a big amount of money, though it wouldn't make up for the time they would probably make me lose.

I would be playing against time, and time waits for no one.