Exo One Shots!

My only fear... B.

Walking along a dark alley way would usually scare a young girl like me. Especially in the middle of the deep dark city. But this place, it was my home. And I always felt safe in my home.

Walking down that particular alley way was my way home every night from work. I didn't feel fear

I could throw a punch and break someone's nose and feel no empathy. I felt rage and fire.

I have been into three gang fights in my life, I broke ribs and my nose in all three of those fights. But I still fought back, I didnt care if I had four or five people fighting me, I would fight back until I physically couldnt anymore, and you know what? I loved it. It fuelled my rage.

But this one particular night, I was walking along the alley way, but it was different. There was a presence somewhere. As I walked closer to the exit of the alley way, a shadow walked out from behind the dumpster.

He took a few steps towards me and stopped before he reached the street light, so I couldn't see his face, only his body figure and his height.

Without a slight bit of fear I asked What do you want?

I looked around to make sure that there werent any other men surrounding me

You His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, but I remained fearless

He took one step into the light, his face lit up and I instantly recognised facial features that I sworn I would never forget.

"B?" I whispered.

B was my worst nightmare, three years ago I was caught up in a lot of bad things. I was caught selling drugs to minors. I was desperate for money as my family didn't have a great income. I was taken away by police and my mother was called. At the time I was only 17, so I was still underage and my mother had to get involved.

She called one of her friends who had connections and begged to help me get out. My mum couldn't afford the bail money and neither could I and my prick of a father abandoned me so he was out of the picture.

Mums friend managed to find someone who could help me. I don't exactly know what he did, but I was let free with no charges. All I know is that my mother owed him 2000 dollars, none of us could afford that though.

He waited months and months for his money but we just couldn't save up enough in time...

*Flashback*

"Man I hate homework, I mean what's the point, I'm never going to use any of it in the fucking future" I mumbled to myself, while I walked down the stairs to find out what was for dinner

"Mum what's fo-...." I stopped mid sentence because all I managed to see was a man in a dark hoodie and trackies crowding over my mother, who was in tears and pleading him to give her more time.

"Please, B I need more time, I have two children I need to feed, I don't have enough time to save" she cried out to him

I hid behind the stairs and watched between the wooden bars

He took another step towards my mother and slapped her, hard. Which caused me to stumble back, I threw my hands over my mouth to hold in the cry I almost let out. I watched as my 12 year old brother stormed over to the man named as 'B' and throw a punch at his back.

My mother cried out again, 'B' turned around to face my brother Danial and punched him straight in the face, which caused him to lose balance and fall into the corner of our kitchen table. I watched in absolute horror as my brothers head bled out and my mother screaming for help as she gripped onto Danial and begging him to wake up.

I was so petrified that I couldn't move, I was too scared to move, what would he do if he saw me?

*Flashback over*

That night, my baby brother died, head trauma. He lost too much blood. My mother was never the same after that night, she fell into a heavy depression and became an alcoholic and blamed his death on me, I try to avoid seeing her at home because when I do, she will start talking about me being the reason for my brothers death.

I don't think she realises the affect it had on me, it hurt me as much as it hurt her

My last memory of that night was hearing 'B' whisper to my mother while she was holding my dying brother was "I will be back, and when I do I expect what I came for"

This was it. He was back for what he came for.

Neither mum or I had what he wanted. My mother is an alcoholic who spends all her money on alcohol and I struggle to pay the house bills and rent and my own survival needs with my shitty paying job

'B' was my biggest fear and I never showed fear. He was the reason I became emotionless and fearless but his presence brings it all back

"You can call me Baekhyun hun" he spoke taking another step closer to me. I could smell the cigarette scent from him. It made me want to curl into a ball and cry

I saw a glimpse of a gun, in the side of his jacket and that when I knew, my life was over...