Cold Exterior- Zhong Chenle

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She felt sick as she watched the men fall to the ground, their bodies lifeless, Her body covered by the boy who helped her, only her eyes peeking over his shoulder. She looked up at him, seeing him look almost unfazed as another one of his bullets lodged itself into another man's chest.

The white floor dyed red with their blood and the more she stared at it, the more nauseous she felt. Looking at the glass shards on the floor, her reflection stared back at her. 

"CHENLE! WE NEED TO GO NOW! GET YOUR ASS IN THE CAR!" A man shouted. Feeling a tug at her wrist, she was pulled away from the scene and into a van. 

"GO! More will be coming soon!" A man with silver hair shouted, Mina squeaked quietly as the car drove away fast. 

"What do we do with the girl?" A voice asked. The man with silver hair looked at her from the mirror.

 "Take her home I guess?" moving her gaze somewhere else, she said "My house is the apartment complex down the street."

As they pulled up to the complex Mina got out of the car bowing, saying thank you and running inside, to the stairs. The car door slammed shut, and Chenle watched as the girl ran off, eyes following her until she got inside only then did he pull his gaze away. 

"So? What do we do now?" Jisung questioned in the corner of the car. Taeyong let out a harsh sigh and looked in the rearview mirror looking at Chenle, who looked back at him with an expressionless face. 

"They're going to go after her Taeyong." Johnny said and he turned left down the road.

"I know, we're gonna have to watch her, It is both of your faults she's now involved." Taeyong said looking at the two boys in the back seat. 

"What? No it's not!" the younger one protested. 

"Did you tell her to fuck off? No you didn't. Now, They probably think she's involved." Taeyong said, shutting him up. 

"One of you will go and accompany her to school in the morning and explain what is going to happen." Jisung glanced at Chenle who just looked outside of the window. 

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Stumbling into her apartment, her breaths felt like they were caught in her throat. Flicking on her bathroom lights she let everything she had eaten be emptied out of her stomach. 

It still rang in her ears, the sound of the gun firing. 

She felt bile rise in the back of her throat as she threw up again, the wet nose of her dog nudging against her leg. She felt sick, watching those men die. It struck a cord of familiarity, memories she repressed resurfacing. 

Tears pricked her eyes but they didn't fall. Questions swirled in her head as she leaned against the wall. 

Who were they?

Who was that boy?

What did she just get herself involved in?

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HaHA, so as I was writing this I remember that I don't think I put a trigger warning in the beginning, So I'm putting one here and in the beginning. 

Trigger warning:// mention's of abuse, attempted rape, trauma, depression, self-harm.