My Nightingale

Chapter 1

"Her glasses doesn't fit her." A girl whispered as I passed by.

"And she wears her skirt too low."

It's the first day of school but all I wanted to do was to go home right now.

"Where did she came from?" I kept my head low as I walked by the hallway.

"She's so ugly."

Tears fell down on my cheeks as I walked faster going to the rooftop. I just hope that no one's there.

"Just beat the shit out of him if he doesn't give us money!"

I opened the gate of the rooftop only to see a group of guys beating another student whose laying on the floor.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry but how much money do you guys want?" The student who got beaten up looked at me in disbelief. "Any amount not lower than 500₩."

I gave him 2000₩. "Please just don't beat him up again." He shook his head and smirked. "No. And remember, you have to give us money everyday or else.." He punched the bruised guy on his stomach causing him to cough.

Blood.

"Yes! Just please don't touch him again! Please." They left the rooftop and glared at him. "Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you to the clinic?" He shook his head. "W-why did you d-do that?"

"I am hurt when you are hurt. Okay?" I said. "I-I only have 300₩ here.. P-please take it." I took it and put it back in his pocket. "No, silly. Keep that."

I put my bag down and took out my first aid kit. "Why do you h-have that?" He pointed at my kit and frowned. "I'm clumsy, you know. And I always hurt myself." I applied some solution on the cotton and gently damped it on his wounds. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"I'm really s-sorry that you have to pay them everyday. I promise I'll pay you back." I shook my head. "No, that's okay." I put some bandages on his arms and finally finished dressing his wounds.

"Do you want me to send you to your homeroom? I'll inform your teacher about that. What class are you from?"

"I'm from Class B-1." I fixed his hair as it blocks his face from me. "Ah, so we're classmates." I nodded. "Really.."

An awkward atmosphere begins to form between us.

"Hey.."

"Yes?"

"C-Can I send you home?"

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I waved him goodbye silently as he walked away from me. I knocked on the door and sighed. "Why are you late?" My step-mother asked.

"I have something to do, aunt. I'm sorry." She pulled my hair and slapped me.

"You dare to call me aunt? I married your father for pete's sake!"

"You don't deserve to be called mother! Because you know what, bitch, you're nothing compared to my mother! I'll slap it back..

..you're the fucking reason why mom killed herself!" I shouted as I slapped her back.

"So don't fucking tell me what I should do!" I glared at her as tears fall from my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and went straight to my room upstairs.

"Stella, how dare you disrespect your mom. Apologize now!" Dad shouted as he knocked on the door endlessly. "She's not my mom and she will never be." I said and grabbed my suitcase. I packed everything I had and opened my window to put it outside using a rope.

Yes, I'm running away.

I jumped from my window. I knew that I had some bruises and wounds to deal with later. I hailed a cab to drive me to the nearest park. "Haksaeng, are you alright? Your forehead is bleeding." I smiled. "I'm fine, Abeoji." He seemed concerned about my forehead. "What is your name?" He asks. "I'm Stella."

"Here we are, Stella. Take care, huh? You can call me to pick you up everytime. You don't have to pay the fee. Be a good girl." He messed my hair up and helped me to put my luggage down. "My name is Yohan Lee. But you can call me Abeoji. Anyways, where are you going? It's late."

"Thank you, Abeoji. I'll sleep here in the park tonight. I ran away from home."

"No, no. That'll be dangerous. You can stay in our home. My wife would love to meet someone like you. You don't have to pay us. You can just help us with the chores."

"T-thank you, Abeoji.." I cried as I hugged him. "I'll pay you next time!! Promise."

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"Yoora-ah, where are you?" Abeoji shouted as we opened the door. His wife were nowhere to be seen. "Oh, Yohan. You're home." She hugs him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Who is she? Oh my! Her forehead is bleeding and she had bruises." She frowned and checked on me. "She's Stella. She's a student. She ran away from home. I'll let her stay here and she'll help you do the chores everyday."

She nodded and patted my head. "Would you like to join us to dinner and tell us why did you ran away from home, sweetheart?"

She pulled my luggage aside and pulled me straight towards the dining table. I waited for them to eat first before me. "So tell us, sweetie. Why did you ran away from home?"

"My father remarried his mistress after my mom died because of a suicide. It was awful. She keeps hurting me everyday. My father always hurt me too as she always remake the story in order for me to look wrong. I have a little brother. His name is Shiro. I don't know where he is right now.."

They both nodded. "You can stay here as long as you want. Our grandchildren visits here anytime they want, but don't worry. They are all kind and sweet. And I think my grandchild, Kai will be in good terms with you. He's currently staying here with us."

"What school are you in, Stella?" Halmeoni asked. "I'm studying in Delta Elite International School." Their eyes brightened. "Oh, you're in the same school with Kai."

Really?

"Hey, I have a story to tell you, Yohan." She said. "Kai was sleeping in his room already."

She frowned,"Kai got beaten up today. But surprisingly his wounds were dressed and he told me that he's fine."

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I say welcome back to me! : )