Such unimaginable things happened behind the closed door of my dad's house.
He thought that if my mom sent me back to America, it would make everything alright. He thought that putting me in the navy would change everything back to 'normal.'
But it didn't.
The guards, I know they're watching my every move. The housekeepers were told that I can't leave the house. My dad became aggressive everytime he's reminded of what I attempted to do.
I wasn't allowed outside, my dad is taking care of my company in the meantime, and Brandon? Who knows.
A month, maybe three had passed. I became tired of finding escape routes. I became tired of hoping to leave. I became tired of everything.
Living has become a chore to me.
I'm better off rotting in this hell hole now with the things I'm experiencing.
All I wanted was to meet Jeonghan.
Is that too much to ask for?
