Mr. Strict // K.S.J

20

I was running as fast as I could.

I am NOT risking going home and beaten with a coffee table again.

I was pushing past people who were looking at me funny, while the officer was calling out for me to come back.

I was stopped when I bumped into something of glass.

I looked up and backed away slightly to see I stopped in front of this really, really tall office building.

I read the sign. Kim Enterprises.

"Hey you!" The officer shouted.

Not wanting to be caught, I ran inside and tapped the bell on the front desk.

A young man, who looked in his early thirties, spun around in the chair.

"Hello young lady. What can I do for you today?" He asked.

"Listen, I'm in a crisis. I need to hide here until the end of the school day, my parents don't know I homeschool myself, and I don't want them to find out by seeing I'm on the streets instead. Please hide me!" I explained.

He sighed. "Sure kid. I just gotta make sure my boss doesn't see you." He got up and took my hand.

He showed me all around the building, what they do in different departments, and all that jazz.

We returned to the front desk a little later.

"What time is it?" I asked.

He checked his watch.

"About 1. You have 2 hours left to go." He answered.

Just then the elevator dinged, but the sound was different for some reason.

"Oh no, hide under my desk!" He said and pushed me lightly towards where I met him.

"Why?" I asked.

"My boss comes out of that elevator, and he absolutely DESPISES children. If he figures out I brought you in here, i don't even know what he'll do to me!"

He pushed me carefully under his desk.

"Good afternoon Mr. Kim!" He said.

"Get out of my way Jungkook. I'm not in the mood right now." Mr. Kim said to him and then I heard feet screeching on the tile floor.

"What's under your desk, Jungkook?" He asked.

I covered my mouth.

"N-nothing sir!" He stuttered.

"Shut up. Let me see."

He came around and saw me under the desk.

He grabbed my wrist and I hissed in pain. There was still a black and blue there from when I brought Jimin the wrong kind of butter the other day.

He dragged me out and threw me on the floor.

It struck my thigh, there was still a cut there from when I didn't wash Hoseok's clothes the way he liked.

"Look street rat. It's bad that your sneaking in here, but I HATE children! Get out of my sight you little piece of crap!"

You'd be surprising to know that doesn't affect me anymore. I've heard worse.

I was pushed outside and locked out.

"Well How could this get worse?" I asked myself.

Suddenly, I felt myself being picked up by my hood.

I turned my head to see the officer from earlier.

He started carrying me like that somewhere.

"Where are we going mister?" I asked.

"To your parents."

Oh no.