Within two hours of dad breaking the news to me, I was back home, preparing to pack my bags, while dad made arrangements with my cousin and then told Leah and Anna what was happening. Anna, of course, threw a hissy fit and stormed out of the house like I would have expected a five year old child to do. Leah's reaction surprised me though. I had to climb up onto a chair to collect my suitcase off the top of the wardrobe, but I could fell my stitches pulling as I reached up. Just as I was about to call dad for some help, a chair appeared next to mine and Leah climbed up onto it, grabbing the case for me and placing it on the bed, before zipping it open. I climbed off my chair and gave her a questioning look, that she responded to with a shy smile, and asking what tops I wanted to take with me.

"You're actually helping me?" I asked

She flinched very slightly and I realised I sounded quite harsh and cold, but before I could apologise, she spoke.

"I've realised, certainly recently with how dad reacted to you being in hospital, that it wasn't dad that left me and mum, but mum that left you and dad. She's just a glorified bitch" She said.

Hearing her say that filled me with more happiness than I could ever have imagined. For a brief moment, I let myself act on the emotion and pull my sister in for the first hug I'd had with her since she had been a baby. Instead of pulling away from me as I had expected, she actually returned the hug and when she pulled away, she had to brush a few tears off her face.

Once we had finished packing, I had one suitcase and a backpack. Leah carried the suitcase downstairs, and the pair of us giggled as dad saw it and his jaw dropped in pure shock. Leah looked to me and I gave her an encouraging smile. She gulped before stepping up to dad and saying the same thing to him as she had said to me, just leaving out the glorified bitch bit. She buried herself in his chest as he wrapped his arms round her in a tight hug. I was glad that Anna wasn't there as I knew she have ruined the moment in one way or another. Dad pulled away from Leah and turned to face me.

"It's been arranged. Your flight leaves in two hours. You should arrive in London by midnight, which is nine in the morning their time, meaning it's a 9 hour flight. My flight leaves for Tokyo half an hour after yours, so I'll be there when you leave."

I just nodded, unable to answer. It was all so real now. I was really being separated from him for the first time in my life. We were leaving in fifteen minutes, meaning I didn't have time to say goodbye to Mark and Sask. I couldn't give a shit about Runo, but I wanted to see the other two. And Hwoarang…my heart did s strange jump as I though about him, and it hurt to think I may never see him again. I had no time to dwell on it though, as dad was telling me to pack my stuff in the car.

At the airport, time seemed to stand still as me and dad waited for the boarding call for my flight. Dad was pacing and to be quite honest, it was starting to drive me insane.

"Dad, can you please…"

The intercom burst to life, interrupting me to call my flight. Dad's pacing completely stopped as he moved over to me and picked up my suitcase. We walked over to that belt thing that you put your bags onto to be loaded onto the plane, and he dumped my suitcase on it. I shouldered my backpack and turned to face him. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Be careful and promise me you'll come back alive" I whispered.

He pulled away and cupped my cheek.

"I promise." He paused and studied my face. "My beautiful, strong girl. I am so proud of you"

I smiled at him, before turning to give the attendant my pass. Just as I was about to give it to her, dad started to walk off, and I felt the emotion rise in me again.

"Dad!" I called.

He only just managed to catch me as I flung myself t him, burying my face into his neck and hugging him with all my strength. He gently wrapped his arms round me, and ok, I'll admit, I cried for the first time in so many years. When I pulled away, he wiped my tears off my face and smiled.

"I love you." I said.

He kissed my forehead.

"I love you too. Now, get on that plane" he joked and I laughed, even though I didn't really feel it.

Once I was on the plane, and it started taking off, I closed my eyes to stop the tears and also so that I wouldn't see the ground shrinking as I moved away from my dad. It wasn't until we were about 10 minutes into the flight that I finally opened them. I quickly brushed away the stray tears to avoid any awkward questions about why I was so sad. A man sat near to me and gave me a smile, but I physically didn't have the strength to return it, instead facing out the window, ignoring his comment about how rude we teenagers are nowadays. About half way through the flight, I apologised to the man for my rudeness earlier, and gave him a very brief explanation about my dad sending me away to free me from the war in Korea. The man was very kind and even though he was sympathetic, he didn't shower me with questions or pity. He just accepted my apology, talked to me for a bit, and fell asleep a while later. My phone suddenly buzzed and I realised I hadn't turned it off. I looked at it to see it was a message from none other than Runo.

Meeting ended 10 mins ago- where the fuck were you? Better be here tomorrow, or else!

I snorted. Or else what, Runo? Ruin your reputation and hit a girl in front of a group of people? I wasn't scared of you anymore. I put my phone away and decided to get a new one once I was in England, make a completely new start, away from the gang life. Once and for all.

I slept through most of the rest of the flight, listening top my I-pod. One thing about having a multi-cultural family and living in various countries is that I've grown up with such a wide variety of music, I don't ever get bored of listening to the same stuff over and over again. I had American, English, Korean, Japanese, and even Russian music from the time I stayed with Baek Doo San's friend in Russia one spring for a couple of weeks. I can't remember his name now, only that he was really kind and I had gone over there to do some private training and to also just get a break away from it all. Dad had even come with me. It was the best holiday I've ever had.

I was still trying hard not to let the sadness of leaving home overtake me, but the closer we were to England, the more a feeling of excitement filled me. I wondered what Steve was like. I had once been a huge fan of his, watching every match, and I even went to a couple when he did a Korean tour two years ago, but as I had gotten older, the adoration became more admiration, and I am still a fan, just a much more mellowed out fan. Before the plane had arrived back in Korea, dad had told me everything he knew about Steve, including the fact that he was actually an experiment from the time my mum and Aunt Nina had been frozen in time. I felt sorry for him. I couldn't even begin to imagine finding that out about myself.

Anyway, once the plane finally landed and I had collected my luggage, I made my way to the gateway, where I was to be picked up. I recognised Steve instantly, and it helped that he was tall enough to be seen over everybody. He WAS tall; I think I remember reading that he was 6 feet 5 or something like that. Looking at him now, I could see we were related. We both had almost identical blonde hair and similar blue eyes, and in our features we were very similar. Steve was looking through the crowd I was in with a frown on his face, but when he saw me (he must've known it was me by the fact we look alike), his frown became a smile and he sent me a wave. A woman behind me sharply breathed in.

"Oh my god! Is that Steve fox? Why is he waving at us? That's awesome!"

I laughed, and ignored the glare she and her companion sent me, before I rolled my eyes at them and returned Steve's wave with a yell of "hey Steve!" and he answered me. I glanced back at the woman to see she had turned very red and looked very embarrassed. I laughed again and was still grinning when I met up with Steve.

"Something funny?" he asked.

I told him about the woman and he laughed, before telling me to wait where I was. He jogged off to the woman and shook her hand before giving her an autograph and posing for photos. Dad told me he was a nice guy. That was sweet. H came back over and gave me a hug.

"So, you're my cousin Kerrina" he said.

"Yeah. My family are allowed to call me Kerry. I prefer that."

"Ok Kerry. Let's go"

I immediately knew I was going to get along well with him.

We drove to Steve's apartment (in his mustang! I've always wanted to get into a mustang!) In the middle of London city. I had to whistle in amazement at the place. There was a lot of glass to divide the rooms, but there was also wood and the overall effect was magnificent. There was a large pane of glass separating the hallway from the living room, and it let on so much light, it was almost unbelievable. I stepped out onto the balcony outside the living room and my jaw dropped. I had seen London a fair few times, but never from this high up. It was amazing. I could see the entire city from this view, the river, houses of parliament, everything. I hadn't realised until now just how much I had actually missed England. I don't remember much, but I missed what I could remember. Steve called me in and showed me my room. As with the whole apartment, I fell in love with it. The walls were a deep red, with black curtains and a black carpet. Everything else was gold. It was a very nice Japanese theme overall. There was a plaque on the wall and I smiled as I read it.

"He who strives to be the best will never win. He who strives to do his best will always win."

"You speak Japanese?" Steve asked.

"Yep. I also speak Korean and I'm semi fluent in Russian."

"Wow. I know a little bit of Japanese, but I can't read it."

Steve laughed for some unknown reason, before disappearing to let me unpack. The first thing I did was flip my phone open to see if I had any messages. There were four. One was from Sask asking where I was and that Runo was on the warpath as I didn't reply to his message, one was from dad telling me he was in Japan and I wasn't to contact him, he would contact Steve, and two from Leah saying that Anna was still being a bitch and the other saying she missed me. I put the phone down and unpacked my bags, throwing all of my gang clothes into a sack. In the gang, the only clothes I could wear were really big and baggy that were always black too. I was sick of them, but it was all I had, so I needed to go shopping.

I moved back into the living room and told Steve that I was going out. He just nodded and threw a spare front door key over to me, telling me that he didn't have any rules except he hated shoes on the carpet. I nodded and grabbed the sack of clothes before leaving. Just outside the flat door, there was a chute for people to throw their rubbish down, so I threw the sack down it. Goodbye old life, hello new life.

By the time I got home, my credit card had a small dent in it, and I had about twenty bags with me. Steve raised an amused eyebrow.

"Got enough?"

As I moved to put the bags in my room, I filled him in on my gang life and how I had thrown out all of my clothes. This was a new start. He told me he would support me and between us, we were going to help me completely start fresh.