•I don't own Heirs.
•English isnt my first language. Please correct my mistakes so that I can learn.
•TRIGGER WARNING: A BIT OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND DEPRESSIVE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER! You can skip the beginning part, but if you don't feel like reading it. I am sorry for writing this, but it had to be a part of the story.
I Want To Live
"Go, wash up." He roughly gestured towards a door on her left side, she had not noticed before.
Na Ri realised she must have looked like a mess, that was the reason he had not advanced on her yet.
She didn't move from her spot, naively thinking that perhaps, if she kept looking like a mess, he might leave her alone. However, he was having none of it. He got off the bed and started towards her. She cowered away, but he jerked her up though her hair. Na Ri howled in pain again, as he pulled her towards the bathroom, not letting go of her till he had placed her under the shower and turned it on. She collapsed on the marble floor and warm water splattered over her.
Na Ri was horror struck when he jumped in the shower in only his boxers, and drew back the shower curtain.
"Take off your clothes." He ordered her.
And for the first time since he had pinned her against the door in the other room, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Please.." That was all she could manage to utter while looking up at him. She faintly thought she sounded like the girl before who had been slapt.
He, for some reason, seemed to find her "please" arousing, as his eyes turned dark and he sniffed, licking his lips.
He pulled her to her feet -- gentler than earlier though -- and moved forward till she was pinned against the cold wall.
He leaned closer, water splashing on his back now "Please what?"
Na Ri squirmed, trying to turn away.
"Please stop." She croaked.
In a flash, he had jerked open her coat, its buttons flying everywhere. Na Ri shrieked and thrashed her arms, while he wriggled her coat off her shoulders and dumped it in a corner. With a firm hand on her waist, he spinned a panting Na Ri around, placing her under the shower and himself out. With one hand around her waist, he gripped the back of her neck with the other one, and pulled back her head, exposing her neck and cleavage to the water. It dribbled down her neck and to her Naesang Fries Fried Chicken shirt, causing it to reveal her black bra and the curves of her breasts. He took in her slender neck with water drops rolling down it, and placed his mouth on it. Na Ri shivered prominently. He proceeded to scrape his teeth against her skin. Whenever she tried to struggle, he would tighten his grip on her neck painfully.
It was only when he attempted to pull off her shirt that Na Ri began thrashing around frantically. Grunting with irritation, he delivered a sharp stinging slap to her face, accidentally throwing her into the wall. She once again hit her forehead against the wall, on the same spot she had hurt it earlier. The smacking sound echoed in the bathroom, accompanied by Na Ri's sobs, as she collapsed on the wet floor once again.
"Didnt I tell you?! If you are compliant, I would be gentle!" He snarled, pulling Na Ri back to her feet with her arm. She could feel a corner of her lip bleeding from where her teeth had dug into it.
Nonetheless, Na Ri totally refused to give up. She wanted to live and live well. This was not what she had imagined when coming to Seoul.
She continued to thrash wildly, but he only had to give one yank at her shirt for it to come into his hand in pieces. Panic was truly settling in her chest now. From where his hand reached for the button on her jeans, everything from there happened in just a few moments:
She scuffled with him, knocking him into a wall. He groaned and recovered quickly, pushing her aside and trying to pin her against the wall again. She in turn struggled ferociously and knocked him swiftly into the other wall.
However, in a panic stricken state, she had pushed him with too much force.
He struck his head in the wall with a cry, then hit the marble floor with a sickening crack. The next thing Na Ri saw was the picture of him lying on the ground with blood pooling around his head, and his dead eyes staring directly at the ceiling with a scrunched up face.
The shower continued to pour the water down on his pale and immobile body, mingling blood with water.
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Clad only in her wet bra and jeans, Na Ri sat shivering and trembling on the wet bathroom floor with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.
Her eyes and mouth were opened in a silent shock. She didnt know for how long she sat there like that.
Seconds, minutes, hours seemed to have passed. Even so, she couldn't get her gaze to slide away from his wide open eyes. Much of the blood had washed down the drain, but there were still traces of it on the floor. His face had gone deathly pale, and Na Ri was sure if she were to touch him -- not that she were going to -- he would be terrifically cold.
She had killed him.
She really had not meant to. She had just been trying to defend herself. She had just been trying to live.
And the thought caused Na Ri to snap out of it at once.
If she wanted to live, then she needed to move now.
Looking away from his pale face at last, she glanced around like a lost traveller. She wiped at her face and placed a palm on the wall for support to pull herself to her feet. Na Ri moved forward with wobbly legs to turn off the shower and the bathroom instantly turned quiet. She pulled back the shower curtain to step out, while the sliding sound of the curtains felt heavy on her ears.
Perhaps she had moved too quickly for her wobbly legs, combined with her wet feet, but when she stepped out of the shower, she slipped and landed on the same side she had hit the wall with twice before. The pain was more than her body could endure at this point and black spots completely took over her vision this time.
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Na Ri woke up with a pounding pain in one side of her head. She ached all over, from head to toe. Touching her forehead and goaning in pain, she rolled over. The bathroom ceiling came into view.
Bathroom ceiling.
Na Ri jerked up, but yelped in pain when the movement opened new gates of searing pain in her head and river in her eyes. Feeling sick, and whimpering and clutching her forehead with one hand, she used the other to push herself off the cold bathroom floor and stand up on her feet. She immediately remembered she didnt have a shirt on. Her eyes involuntarily flickered towards [him, lying some meters away from her and she looked away immediately, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
How long had she been out?
Na Ri started towards the door, but faltered for a while in uncertainty.
Taking a rallying breath, Na Ri turned the door knob shakily, stepping into the room. The clock hung above the door showed 12:13 am.
About 8 hours had passed since she had fainted on the bathroom floor. How could she have stayed unconscious for that long?
Her throat hurt when she swallowed dryly.
No one had found them yet. However someone was ought to wonder why he had been shut in his room all day long.
All things considered, he was obviously a spoiled rich brat. His father must be some powerful man. It was not possible to do such dirty work with such boldness.
Na Ri knew they were going to do horrible things to her when they were to find out what she had done.
Fresh tears swam in her eyes; she had not intended to kill him.
Standing in th middle of the room, with her arms still wrapped around her half naked, fully trembling self, she felt more vulnerable than ever.
She bit her bottom lip to try to stop the quivering of her mouth. None of this would have happened if she had not left her home.
Home..
The mere word brought painful pangs to her heart.
But it all came down to one since sentence: she just wanted to live. Living the way her father wanted her to did not come anywhere near living. It was suffocating; choking on air, beathing in water, drowning in the dark loneliness of her small room which only contained a bed, a study table, a cupboard for clothes, books (lots of them)...and lastly, her abusive father.
Even in this moment, Na Ri didn't want to go back to that room, to that father. After her mother had died, no place had felt like home again. She had lost her home with her mother. Na Ri missed her mother terribly right now.
The world spun around her and she willed herself to sit down on the edge of the soft bed and inhale deep breaths.
Na Ri regarded the built in closet on her left side thoughtfully.
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Na Ri had found a plain white shirt and a pair of black trousers, the same looking ones that were lying on the bathroom floor right now. As much as she despised the idea, she had to step back in the bathroom again to clean her messy face, although the first thing she had done was to pull the shower curtain over him.
Splashing warm water over her face faintly soothed Na Ri's senses. She cleaned her bloodied forehead, her lips and brushed her slender fingers through her half damp and fully tangled mess of a hair. Afterwards she discarded her bra and jeans on the bathroom floor and shuffled in the plain white shirt and the black trouser she had taken from the closet. She rolled the sleeves of her shirt back along with the trouser.
After she was done, she held the sink and leaned over it in exhaustion. It had required Na Ri great effort to do all this. She felt sick to her stomach, yet kept willing herself to stay strong. After drinking handfuls of water from the tap to ease her aching throat, she straightened up. Her reflection in the mirror blinked back at her. Her big doe eyes, which she considered the only beautiful feature of her face, were rimmed crimson and appeared hollow. She shuddered when the image of his dead open eyes crossed her mind.
She started for the exit, but remembered something and stopped. She took a deep breath and pulled aside the shower curtain slighlty. Careful not touch him or even look at him, she leaned forward and turned on the shower.
The sound of the shower could be heard even outside the bathroom, for which Na Ri was grateful. She stood in front of the locked door that lead outside. Every few seconds she would extend her hand towards its knob, then pull back in the mid way.
Na Ri tried to take a deep breath, but ended up sighing deeply. She reached over, clicked out the lock and turned the door knob. The music flooded in. Thumping heart, shaking hands, she stepped outside. Surprisingly no one stood outside on guard.
However, Na Ri was not that lucky.
Just as she hurried forward, aiming for the door she had used to enter the club, one familiar looking man appeared from the stairs and raked her with a suspicious gaze.
Na Ri hunched her shoulders and stopped dead, "He said I can go." She said in a high pitched voice quickly.
The man stepped forward and stood in front of her, blocking her way to her redemption. He eyed her up and down, regarding her clothes with confusion.
"He said that?" He raised his eyesbrows which appeared mocking to Na Ri, as though saying, Do I look like a fool to you?
Na Ri had constructed a perfect plan to tell anyone she would come across that he said she can go and he is in shower and he said not to disturb. But as the man stood looming over her, everything evaporated from her mind and she dashed down the stairs. She could hear him shouting and running after her. Her speed slowed as she entered the crowd. Bumping into people while making her way through the crowd as fast as possible.
Exit!!! Exit!!! She shouted in her mind.
Na Ri threw a frantic look over her shoulder, and over the heads of people, she caught a glimpse of dark hair and clothes of the man trailing her. How she managed to find the exit, or more like the entrance to the club, she didn't know, though she did find it and pushing open the doors with all her might, she flew past the guards standing outside. She unintentionally took the road opposite to where her scooty had been knocked over by the van.
Na Ri vaguely heard shouts, and footsteps of more than one person hot on her tail, as she sped through a dark and empty alleyway.
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Summary: Na Ri accidentally murdered some rich spoiled guy. and now she is trying to save herself from the goons.