Ji
He's out for an hour. I thought to myself. It's been half. I hope he's not early... I snatched my phone off of the table in the living room, pulling up my pant leg, wincing when I accidentally brushed the large, purple bruise on my calf.
Click went the camera, sounding oddly loud in the silence. I sent the picture to the one person I ever would, then turned off notifications for him, and deleted the message and the image.
He'd hurt me worse if he knew what I'd done.
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Fanfiction'OPPPPPAAAA' 'Who the hell are you' 'Not funny oppa, you gave me your number five minutes ago. I can still see you walking home.' 'This is a lame prank, kid. I haven't been outside in the last two days. I'm still in bed, how the hell am...
