THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

3 | ON YOUR KNEES

I was upset that I hadn't gotten more hammered than I hoped. I didn't want to be alert at all, as a matter of fact, I even tried downing an entire bottle of scotch if it wasn't for Mai. I wanted to overdose and get sent to the emergency room and pray that I get to stay in the country for just another day.

As strong as I make myself out to be, I was truly afraid. I was scared of moving away from any family at all, from anyone I knew. I was afraid that my fiancé wouldn't be good to me, that once we land, I'd never see the light of day again— I don't think it would even matter to him who my father was. It would be too easy to lie and make it seem like I was living a good life. My life would quickly become another one of those American Lifetime films.

I couldn't even sleep, I laid awake in bed all night still woozy from the drinks I shared with Jongho. Mai stayed at my bedside in order to make sure I don't drink any more— my father's orders.

Sunrise came all too quick and before I knew it, I was getting dressed and ready. I was told that my fiancé would be waiting for me downstairs, that he'd take me to his jet and we'd take off for America indefinitely. My brothers were all present by the time I found myself in the foyer— but my fiancé, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"We will miss you," Jungkook pats my shoulder and pushes me toward the door at the same time.

"Don't forget your purse," Taehyung follows along, my purse in one hand and a suitcase in another.

The two usher me to the limousine awaiting in the driveway. I see nothing inside the dark-tinted windows but I was sure that he was in there, that my fiancé was there. I know because his men swarmed the entire car as if they were in the ghetto and not in the home of someone as prestigious as my father. Not to mention how disrespectful he was being— it was our first time meeting and he couldn't even greet me in person?

I look around one last time, at the place I've called home for the past fourteen years. Though it was where I lived, it never truly felt like a home. I never felt welcomed, not once, not by anyone. I'd hoped that my father would see me off but he was nowhere's.

I suppose he was already celebrating my departure.

Alright then, I won't be sad any longer.

Whatever awaited me in that vehicle couldn't possibly be any worse than what I've faced all my life.

"Bye bitches," I snark at both my brothers before entering the limo and shutting the door closed myself. I hadn't even turned to look at my fiancé, who was definitely seated beside me.

I kept my gaze forward, eyes focused on the muted television before me. It was a current drama that one of my acquaintances from school was starring it, I remembered it well because she boasted about it all the time last year. It was once of the last memories I had of school before I had to leave for trial.

The car starts moving and I panic a little, my fingers get clammy and my legs shake uncontrollably. I couldn't actually believe this was happening. I peer out the window through my peripheral vision, careful not to fully turn my head. I didn't want to look vulnerable, didn't want to look like I was afraid of leaving home and into unfamiliar territory.

I don't look at my fiancé the entire ride there, not even a peek.

"I heard you've lived in America before?" He questions. I'm surprised by his voice, it sounded more soothing than I'd expected from a mafia boss. Is this how he sounded when interrogating his victims?

... Did he have victims?

"Until I was four," I reply, still keeping my attention anywhere else.