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Chapter 18

[ Warning: This chapter will be one hell of a ride and some of you might get mad at some scenes that will happen. ]

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[ KIM ]

Why isn't Hana answering her phone?

I set the phone down with a heavy sigh once I heard the robotic voice telling me to leave a voicemail message. I had the urge to try calling her once again, with hopes of her actually answering, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I've called her 20 times in the past hour. Not once has she answered.

I took a seat on the couch, my eyes wandering to my TV. I saw the flashing images, yet I didn't see them. My mind was elsewhere.

Was she okay? Was Suga hurting her? Why isn't she answering my bloody calls?

Distraught with worry, I grabbed my TV remote and tried watching the show. However, no matter how hard I tried to get my mind off of Hana, I kept remembering that night when she showed up on my doorstep, not realizing that she just spoke with a man that might as well be the devil himself.

It's all my fault. I should've warned her. If I had, she never would have went into the alley.

All my fault.

And now Suga is interested in her. I knew how dangerous he was. I've seen him with women before—how he was so possessive towards them, even though I knew perfectly well he just treated them like they were an object. He was no normal human. He had no feelings towards women, no respect. He was simply the womanizer of the group.

So why was he so interested in Hana?

I knew the moment I met Hana that she had something different about her. Maybe it was because she didn't know true fear, coming from America. I knew all of this, so I tried hiding it from her. I tried hiding the ugliness of Seoul. I kept her from going near the alleys. I kept her busy by interesting her into going to the cinema often. It was all in vain, a futile attempt.

Yes, Hana was different than women here. She was so unaware to what was truly going on. She didn't see the fear of people around her. That is, until now.

I buried my head in my hands, gritting my teeth. I've barely had a wink of sleep ever since that night. Guilt had overwhelmed me. I was the reason Hana was in a life-or-death situation. I was the one who could've warned her. But I didn't.

I knew Suga must've done something to her. He couldn't have done nothing. He was a heartless twat. Even though Hana told me through the phone that all he did was slap her, I knew he had to have done something else.

I didn't even want to think about it.

What if she was dead right now?

Jumping from my seat, I nearly ran back to the phone and dialed her number again. I waited tensely for her voice to answer the phone, but let out a sigh of despair when the dial tone answered. Swallowing heavily, I leaned against the counter and hoped with all my heart that Hana was still alive.

What the bloody hell is he doing to her right now?

Feeling utterly hopeless, I wandered off into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I hated myself right now. I was responsible for—

Knock knock knock.

I nearly sprung out of my chair. Was that Hana? Could it be? Did she escape somehow?

Feeling a surge of hope, I ambled quickly to my front door and swung it open. However, as soon as I saw who was there, my smile was wiped clean from my face and my heart nearly stopped beating.