Details

Chapter 10: Just Let Me Go

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Welcome to the tenth chapter of 'Details'.

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Chapter 10: Just Let Me Go

Sang's P.O.V.

With skill born from experience, I managed to get dressed the next morning. I was immensely grateful that my uniform consisted of a dress instead of pants, and doubly so that the dress was long enough to cover the wounds on my thighs. The bleeding had stopped a few hours before dawn, but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't open my wounds again during the day.

As long as I managed to keep away from the heavy labor, I would probably be fine. It wasn't the first time that I'd had to go among people after a punishment, so I knew how to cover my discomfort. There were decidedly less people in the Morgan home than there were at my previous school, so it shouldn't be too hard to keep them from noticing anything.

I stopped at my door when an unpleasant thought hit me. There had been more people at my school in Illinois, but none of them could compare to Victor and his friends. They were observant and persistent. How could I ever hide this from them?

And how could I stay away from them?

I knew that it had to be done to keep them safe, but the prospect had nerves doing somersaults in my stomach. Not only had I no faith in my ability to keep my composure around any of the guys, but I also knew that they were far too intuitive not to pick up on my withdrawal.

I needed a plan, but I was sorely out of ideas. My brain wasn't working right after a sleepless, painful night, and it wouldn't cooperate in any of my preparations.

I was out of luck.

Walking slowly down the stairs, I could hear my mother moving around in the kitchen. The scents of a hearty breakfast filled the air; my stomach rumbled.

No food, I reminded myself. I couldn't throw up if there was nothing in my stomach. Soiling the Morgans' pristine hall would be a horrible way to prove that I was all right.

"Get in the car, Sang," my father said from by the front door, before walking out. The door closed behind him. I sighed, looking at the long walk to the door and already feeling the ache in my limbs. This was going to be a long day.

By the time I reached the car, my father was already sitting behind the wheel. I carefully lowered myself into the small sedan and buckled in, hissing when pressure was applied to my ribs.

The ride to downtown Charleston began in familiar silence, until my father broke routine—"What happened yesterday?"

I looked up at him in surprise and fisted the seat belt. I was pretty sure he'd always known about my mother's punishment preferences, but he'd never asked about them before.

"Your mother was angry," he elaborated, flicking his eyes from the road to me and back again. "What did you do?"

"N-nothing. I just—I took..." I trailed off, not knowing what to tell him without incriminating myself. My brain was saved the exercise when my father huffed out a chuckle.

"It's all right, Sang," he said in a happier tone. "I know you didn't do anything wrong."

I chanced a look at him. "You do?"