bodyguard ; kth

22 ; out of control

my face twitched with tension and anger as i marched into the elevator. i tapped my foot impatiently as it descended into the staff kitchen. i stepped out and walked along the edge of the kitchen, looking over the workers. a kitchen worker stood in my way but after seeing my deadly stare, he scurried away quietly.

i continued along checking the corridor. at each doorway, i stopped and looked inside. one room was dark, the lights flickered and piles of wooden crates were placed near the walls. i walked closer and observed them, they were discarded vegetable crates. the revolting smell burned my nose and my eyes watered. i angrily picked up the crates and threw them violently into the corner. a loud sound echoed throughout the room when they clattered on the floor.

adrenaline was pumping wildly in my blood, i couldn't control my actions. i was too angry at aera. i exited the room and turned the corner to another corridor. this time, i spotted a large man smoking a cigar, he was lazily sitting by the corner.

"what are you doing?" i snapped angrily. he stood up, towering over me as he smoked a puff of smoke into my face.

"it's none of your fucking business, little man," he spat at me, a smirk on his dirty lips.

"move it," i said under my breath, gritting my teeth in anger as i pointed towards the exit. i was on the verge of exploding. the large man laughed in my face and said, "why don't you shove it up your ass, ey?!"

i had enough.

my fist collided onto his stomach, he crumpled forward in pain but he gripped my arms, pushing me. his force sent me stumbling backwards as he kept pushing me. i held his hands and spun his body into the wall. there was a nasty cracking sound when the man's nose made contact with the wall. i couldn't stop, i stepped forward and punched his jaw. the man held his hands up for protection as i continued violating him.

i lifted my fist again, only to be stopped by a screaming lady, it was his wife.

"please, don't hurt him! please stop hitting my husband!" my body stopped as the wife pushed past me, running towards her wounded husband with tears streaming down her face.

"darling, are you okay?!" she cried as she cupped her husband's face.

from that moment...i knew i went too far.

as i was out of breath, i leant my back against the wall, feeling disgusted with myself. the women fell to her knees and hugged her husband protectively. the same way i would protect someone else like aera.

aera...you made me so angry. my feelings for you are too strong. i'm too attached.

"i'm sorry," i whispered as i slowly stepped away. my body stood amidst the dumpsters and discarded food boxes as i recollected my thoughts. i lifted my head to see a massive poster of aera in her bikini shoot. she was smiling brightly with a microphone in her hand. the same smile that melted my heart every time i laid eyes on it. but also the same person who insulted me and called me a slave.

i brought my hands out in front of me, there was blood splattered in my skin.

what have you done to me, aera?