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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
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CHAPTER 66 —————
I knew silence could be an awfully awkward situation, but the mansion at this point wasn't even awkward. The air was just filled with so much tension, I didn't know how to deal with it at all. Every pair of eyes were turned towards me. I felt like a statue on an important exhibition. Except it was worse. I couldn't look at anyone for a long time. The only places available for my eyes were the floor, the ceiling or just my fingers fidgeting in my lap, trying to figure what to say to get out of there.
One more time the only thing I needed was to get out of there. This time it didn't even feel like escaping a home; it just felt like I was imprisoned.
Imprisoned with disappointed and dissatisfied guards I managed to hurt the second I stepped in this place. They were all hurt, I knew, it all just displayed on their faces in different forms. Taeyong looked angry, I knew he was worried too, but as always he managed to hide it perfectly behind his dark dead glare on me. Mark's eyes on the other hand looked like two deep lakes hiding a storm behind a calm surface. Jina just kept biting her naturally long red painted nails as her leg was bouncing in impatience. After I didn't even hug her back earlier she held up her guard almost as well as Taeyong. I knew she was hurt and confused, but her face was showing nothing. Nothing at all.
The rest were a mix of confusion, worry, betrayal and most of all curiosity as they waited for me to finally say anything, or just anyone to start talking and ease the tension that made the air heavier to breathe in every passing second.
"I-I think I better go..." I heard a new girly voice I haven't heard before speaking up silently, not easing the heaviness around me at all. A tall skinny girl with perfect jet black wolfcut and bangs stood in the crowd of people that was surrounding me. I barely made out what she whispered as Jeno nodded beside her before seeing her to the door.
Her style looked a lot like mine- all black, except a little bit edgy unlike me. She had that confidence radiating from her as she moved and the unreadable eyes of a murderer as her cold gaze landed on me for a second. I shivered from it. And I just thought 'Good. They already replaced me.' One more reason for me to not come back.
My eyes were still glued to the entrance of the living room as Jeno was leading the girl to the main door. Having heard it open a second before got me hoping whoever was about to enter would save me from the pressure I was putting up with. But instead I felt a mix of negative things looking at Jaehyun's stoic eyes combined with a smirk that was obviously trying to hide how mad at me he was as well.
"Well, you look excellent for someone who's been kidnapped by a rapist and a pedophile at that as well." Jaehyun commented with a big fake smile, leaning on the door frame having nowhere else to sit. His hands buried in his pockets as he- like the others- waited for me to say anything at all. For someone as calm and collected, this time I could clearly see how mad he was. Even Mark hadn't started with the sarcasm yet, which was weird considering he didn't even come close to me. He was clearly avoiding me. Auch... I guess I deserved it.
