Adrenaline was surging through me after I stormed out; I could feel myself still breathing heavy as if I just ran a marathon race. I bent down to catch a break, despite how I was feeling I felt pretty good after doing what I did to Sujk, he deserved it. And I don't regret a thing!

I suddenly heard a voice shout my name from behind, I frowned slightly as I turned around hoping it wasn't who I thought it was. I relaxed a little when I noticed it wasn't Sujk. Instead it was one of his friends. He finally caught up with me huffing and puffing.

"I….really….want…to speak with you," he managed to say between breaths.

I gave a scowl, "For what? If it's about that jackass, I want nothing to do with him!"

He held his hands up in protest, "Just hear me out, and I totally agree with you. But may I just speak with you for a moment,"

"ugh, fine…just make it brief ok, I just want to go home…"

He led me to a small park area and sat across from me at the bench, He cleared his throat before he spoke, "First off, my name is Leda, and I've known Sujk pretty much all my life. Even before we were in a band." he explained, "but getting to the point, I think it's fair to tell you why he's like this,"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't care anymore, if you're going to give a sob story for this jerk save it because I don't want to listen."

Leda sighed softly, "Fair enough, but I'll just say, he wasn't ALWAYS like this, and I think it's safe to assume it's because of his father, I hardly knew the man but I do know Sujk is becoming more and more like him, why? I have no idea. But I felt the need to tell you this Jasmine,"

"Well, I guess I appreciate your information, but…." I could feel myself wanting to cry again but I quickly resisted the urge, "He hurt me. More than I've ever been hurt in my life. And I REFUSE to give that man the satisfaction of my hurt!"

"And you are totally right, I hate seeing him treat women like shit, as if they were his personal toys. And this has to be the last straw for me. I'm going to talk some fucking sense into him if it's the last thing I do.."

I gave a weak smile, why didn't I meet him instead. He has much more common sense. "Well. You do that, I'm going to find a way to go back home.."

Leda stood up and gave a pat to my shoulder, "It was nice talking to you Jasmine, I wish the best for you,"

||SUJK||

I groaned again while I placed an ice pack on my face, I suppose I could say I deserved all this but…she didn't have to pour hot tea on me. A moment later Leda walked back in from wherever he was at.

"Dude, where did you go?" Aggy asked.

"I wanted to speak to Jasmine, and cheer her up a little in the least." The he fixed a glare towards me, "and you, I've had it with your fucking games,"

I gave a scowled but winced in pain from moving my face, "Look, I fucking get it Leda! I know you're pissed! You saw me get burned with hot tea to the face! What more do you want!"

"For you to just grow the fuck up! You and I both know you're acting JUST like your father,"

"LEAV MY FATHER OUT OF THIS!" I said through seethed teeth.

Leda narrowed his eyes, "You know it's true, you nothing but a mere boy. A spoiled brat who always got everything he wanted on a silver platter,"

I really wanted to punch him straight in the face but he was lucky I was too sore to do so. "Just get out of my home,"

"Fine, but remember lost out on a really nice woman, but we all know you truly don't deserve her," and with that Leda walked out the door.

Aggy and Juri awkwardly stood to the not sure on what to say, "its best you two just leave as well…I just need some space right now..."

"Alright..well I uh always admired your skills in picking up women," Juri added before he left.

I threw my head back on the couch once I was alone, So many thoughts and flashbacks were going through my mind. Was I really becoming like my father? I mean, he was a successful businessman so it can't be that bad right? I groaned to myself not knowing how to deal with this situation.

I heard someone come into the room, it was Aoi, one of my assistance, "M-Master Sujk!" she cried out, "Are you ok? Shall I call the police?"

I let out a heavy sigh and told her I was fine and to not call the police, for some reason hearing her voice annoyed me, was it always that high pitched?

"Oh, shall I appoint a Female escort for you to make you feel better?" she asked, then she got a little quiet, "Or, any service of mine…."

I made a face, was this the man I really become? Relying on sex and women to make me feel better? As she continued to talk I could feel a headache coming on from her annoying ass voice, "Just get out of here!" I snapped.

Aoi squeaked and quickly walked away. My head feel into my hands, I was a fucking wreck. I suddenly felt myself have tears fall down my face; my body trembled for I did not want to cry.

Man up boy! I could hear my father's voice in my head, I didn't raise a pussy!

Forgive me father! Said a young boy's voice. That little boy was me.

Don't ever speak to my face again about you "liking" a girl. only pussies catch feelings!

Sir yes sir!

Now, go fetch me one of those maids of ours!

I couldn't hold it any longer, before I knew it I found myself sobbing into my hands, I can't remember the last time I cried.

Later that night I went up to the room that jasmine stayed in, a few things were scarred about the room. I sat on the bed and picked up one of her shirts that was on the pillow, I brought it up to my nose. God it smelled just like her. I placed it back where it was and I suddenly felt alone, I may live in a huge house with cooks and assistants but until now I felt completely empty, and alone. I couldn't just sit here anymore; I needed to get some fresh air.

I walked outside letting the cool night breeze feel onto my face, no words could describe how I was feeling right now. Numb possibly? Or maybe even broken. I stuffed my hands into my pocked and walked down the sidewalk with my head low. I was not feeling like the confident ladies' man that I used to be. I suddenly felt like 13 year old boy in me that just wanted to feel love. I continued to walk and I noticed something bright blue ahead of me, it looked like the back of someone's head with blue hair. I took a few more steps ahead to get a better and it looked like Jasmine sitting on a bench. and she looked like she was freezing. I hesitated to continue on, but I felt bad at the same time to just leave her in this cold night air. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the worst.

||JAZZ||

I curled myself up as best I could trying to stay warm, I forgot how cold it gets once nightfall hits. My phone had died to I had to settle to take the bus to get home again, however my concern and fear was I did not know when the next bus was coming or if it still ran around this time. I could hear my teeth chatter as I shivered, I looked around to see if anyone was near to ask about the bus route but no one was in sight. I've probably been sitting at this bus stop for a good whole hour; I was starting to get a little scared. I had my legs up to my chest with my arms wrapped around them; I buried my head into my legs trying to warm my face.

I tried to make out some ideas but nothing came to mind, while I was thinking I herd footsteps coming, then they stopped for a few moments and started back up I wanted to look up but I was starting to become a little warm.

"Jasmine…" whispered a low voice.

I poked an eye out to see who was talking to me then I quickly shot my head up with an instant scowl on my face, "You have some nerve approaching me…"

"I…I know," Sujk spoke.

I looked in the opposite direction from him, "I want nothing to do with you…"

"And that's fine…" his voice sounded a little different, it wasn't in that cocky or devious tone he usually has, "But I couldn't help but notice you sitting here freezing,"

"Yeah so, it doesn't pertain to you,"

"And you're right; may I at least offer you my jacket?"

I frowned at him, oh so now he wants to play Mr. caring and innocent all of a sudden now that he's busted. Then I noticed his eyes, they looked a little puffy, has he been crying? My frown only lightened the slightest; I still didn't feel bad for this guy. But I was freezing… "Do you know when the next bus is" I asked instead.

"The last bus probably came 3 hours ago…"

Fuck!

Sujk placed his jacked next to me on the bench, "you'll get sick out here…" he spoke softly with a slightly timid tone.

Reluctantly I took the jacket and put it on, I'll admit it was big on me big it was very warm and soft, "I still hate you." I muttered.

"And I deserve all the hate from you," he said

It got quiet between us, I could feel the temperature drop, I decided to break the silence, "Why?"

Sujk looked up at me and then looked back down at his feet feeling nervous on what to say.

"Why Sujk?" I asked again, "Why treat me like shit, why are you so insensitive to women..."

He gave a light sigh then looked at me, "I blame my father…" he began to say, "He was the man I aspired to be when I was young, strong willed and successful. I was always thought that I shouldn't love because I wouldn't be successful in life and I'll be seen as a pussy in my father's eyes…." He hung his head low and I could see his cheeks blush slightly in embarrassment.

I was going to ask something else but I started to sneeze and cough.

Sujk sat next to me and placed an arm around, "Jasmine, you really should come back inside, you're going to get sick,"

"I'm…-cough- not your...- cough- -cough-fucking maid anymore –cough- remember?" I said between coughing fits.

His eyes softened and he shook his head, "It's not even about that anymore, I don't fucking care about that, I just want you somewhere where you can rest," his voice was pleading, "Please Jasmine," he begged, "I won't bother you any more…I promise, Just…please come back.." his voice cracked into a sob, he looked back at me with watery eyes and stared into my eyes, he was on his knees at this point, "I'm so sorry I hurt you Jasmine, I really am. You can hate me forever and I'll be ok with that… but right now I just want to get you out of this cold…"

I looked at him with a sincere expression, wow he was actually sorry and truly felt bad. I stroked his soft hair and gave a small smile, "ok,"

He gave a weak smile and stood up and offered his hand out, I accepted it and allowed him to walk me back to his house.