What Could Go Wrong?

part 16

The next day was really hard for sangwoo he was drove to the police station for questioning and interviews.

"내가 무슨 일이 일어 났는지 모르겠다. 몇 번이나 더 말할 필요가 있어요 !!? 그냥 집에 갈 수 없어요 !!"(I fucking told you i dont know what happened!!! How many more times do i have to say this!!? Cant i just go home!!) Sangwoo snapped crying pressing his handcuffed hands that was attacked to a chain in the middle of the table to his face braking down in the middle of the last interview with the a rather chubby old man.

The old male gave sangwoo a sympathetic look "나는이 질문을 다시해야만한다는 것을 유감스럽게 생각한다. 그것은 확실한 증거가 필요한 경우에만 필요하다. 네가 집에 가고 싶어한다는 것을 알아, 아들." (i am sorry that i have to ask these questions again... its only necessary for solid evidence. I know you want to go home, son.) The man said seeing the hurt in sangwoos eyes as his peeks up at him literally giving him a look as if saying (please spare me of these questions.) it literally tore the mans heart out of his chest. "나 여기서 멈춰야하지 않니? 자신이하는 말을 바꾸지 않을 것이라는 것이 아주 분명합니다." (What about i just stop here then? Its pretty obvious that you arent going change what your going say.) The man taps the side of the sangwoos shoulder. "너를 집에 데려다 줄까?" (Why dont i take you home?)

Sangwoo looked up from his cuffed hands again huccing some sobs nodding "이 수갑을 벗어 주시겠습니까? 그들은 정말로 상처를 받기 시작하고 있습니다 ..." (can you please take this cuffs off? They are starting to really hurt...) sangwoo sniffled wiping at his face then his nose.

The old man smiled warmly "손목을주세요 ..." (give me your wrists...) the man said showing sangwoo the key to the cuffs.

Sangwoo reached his hands over as the chain clanked and jiggled. Sangwoo let out a sigh as the cuffs were removed and he rubbed at his reddened wrist. "감사합니다..." (Thank you sir...) sangwoo sniffled some.

"이제 집에 데려다 줘, 노래, 뭐라구?" (Now lets take you home, son, what do you say?) The old man asked standing going to the exit of the room.

"네, 제발 이드에게 정말 감사드립니다." (Yes, please id really appreciate it.) sangwoo said quitely looking at the old man that had pushed the door open. He slowly stood he never realized how tired his really was.

"여기에 무엇이든 필요한 것이 있다면 내 카드가 너무 아프다는 것입니다. 나는 또한 내일 학교를 건너 뛰고 쉽게 가져갈 것을 제안한다. 나는 당신이 급우들에게 폭격을 당하기 전에 당신의 마음을 깨끗이해야한다고 생각합니다." (If you need anything at all here is my card so ill only be a call away. I also suggest you skip school tomorrow and take it easy. I think you should clear your mind before getting bombarded by your classmates.) The man said handing sangwoo his detective business card and patting his shoulder.

"고마워요. 요리사 --- ?? 곽?" (Thank you. Chief---?? Kwak?) Sangwoo didnt realize that this man was the chief of the police department. Sangwoo gave a smile to the man him not knowing that he could use this man to his own advantage. "당신이 나를 용서하면 곽 수석이 아주 피곤 하네." (If you excuse me Chief Kwak i am very tired...) sangwoo said opening the door to go into his now empty home. Standing outside the open door and took a moment looking at his house. It was only going to be him. Not like anything was different he wanted his father gone but he will miss his mother. Her death will always haunt him yet he wasnt even the slightest scared of what he did to his step father he was grateful he done it.

"문제 없어요, 아들 ... 음식이나 뭐 다른 것 같은 것이 필요하면 다시 전화 해주세요. 일자리를 얻을 때까지 내가 너를 지원해 줄거야?" (No problem, son... hey again if you need anything at all like food or something just call me. Ill support you until you can get a job alright?) The man had stopped sangwoo giving him a serious look. "이해 하겠니?" (You understand?) He asked.

"곽 수석을 이해했다." (Understood Chief Kwak.) Sangwoo turned his head and bowed his head as he shut the door. Sangwoo walked himself into the house that was very eerie and unusually quite. He walked straight to the spot where his mother was murdered. He fell to his knees whailing gripping on the side on the tub. The new anger he felt started to blacken his soul. There was no way to help it than to kill again.

The next day sangwoo didnt eat or drink he just stayed hung over the bathtub mouring over his mother's death.

sangwoo woke up the next day for school. He knew himself he wasnt ready to go back. 'there is only four more days of school left i can handle four days of bullshit, right?' He looked into the bathroom mirror his eyes were red and sore from crying himself to sleep two days in a row. His hair was dirty and he even smelled he was too traumatized to even take a shower in the badroom. Dark black bags were under his eyes from crying he looked like he was so drained, he has even lost wait. He looked sickly and completely broken.

Sangwoo finally had cleaned his naked body with soap and a rag and washed his hair in the sink and drying it. He looked into the mirror as he fixed his hair his face looked even more emotionless than it had before. A pure darkness had consumed him. He wanted blood and he wanted it now.

"성교하다!" (FUCK!) Sangwoo growled loudly slamming down his fists onto the sink which it had cracked some. He was huffing heavily looking himself in the face 'who the fuck are you?' he thought to himself.

Soon sangwoo had arrived at school staying to himself and ignoring everyone and everything around him until he seen that new kid surrounded by a small group of girls.