Thank you for reading. Sorry for the LONG update.
"Shit," Jae-ha grumbled loudly leading Yona away from the now bloody alley.
"Shit, shit, shit." Holding his hand she kept her body close and kept her eyes lowered, trying to avoid eye contact with the people on the street. Lucky for her only a couple people where actually out. She knew that she looked like a walking disaster. She felt the blood on her face and body start to harden, cracking with each new step. Her lip had been split open. If the stinging and hot pulses didn't give it away then the strong copper taste in her mouth sure did. Slightly turning her head she spit out the mess in her mouth. Her dad would have told her it was very un-lady like but she had other things to worry about.
The sounds of sirens flew by the pair as Jae-ha pivoted her out of view from the cars headlights. Her back was now against a brick wall and as if out of instinct she elbowed him in the gut. Coughing he backed away.
"Probably not a good idea to corner you," he wheezed. "My apologizes."
Eyes wide she finally processed what had happened. "I am so sorry," she said with a bow.
"Stand up will yea…" He put both hands behind his head. "Now listen. You are not going home like that. I have a place that I crash at sometimes. I'm going to take you there and we will get you some new cloths." He looked her over, "And a bath."
"Crap. What about Hak?" she sighed wiping fresh blood from her mouth.
"Yea that's what I'm thinking. If we don't get you cleaned up he's going to kill me, then he'll probably come after you. You did tell him you would walk home with someone right?" he smiled smugly, pulling his backpack off and taking out an extra shirt and a water bottle. She looked at him crinkling her nose.
"It's clean," he told her as he poured the liquid on a corner, making the soft blue shirt darken. Slowly closing her eyes she felt the temped liquid touch her mouth. Instantly a sharp sting flew through her body making her jerk away.
"What the hell is that?" She half yelled covering her lip.
"It's Vodka," he told her taking her hands from her mouth. "It will kill the bacteria," he reapplied the cloth. The second time didn't hurt as bad, but her lip was on fire. She let him clean her face. It was nice to get the blood off , but what she was really wanted was a hot bath and to snuggle up in her bed.
"Thank you very much," she bowed again.
"Stop being so formal will ya?" he continued taking a swig from the bottle. "The house isn't too far from here just a couple blocks over."
"Ummmm," she looked at her savior tapping both index fingers together, "I think I should call Hak."
"Your funeral," he continued to watch her as she shifted her phone from hand to hand. "Damn," he sighed. He reached his hand out to her palm side up. "Give it." Without hesitation she gave him the phone. Relief covered her body momentarily. The last thing she wanted was to tell Hak what had happened. She knew she was in for the ass ripping of her life the next time they saw each other. She was a dead women walking.
"Hey," Jae-has voice sounded soft.
"Where are you?!" Yona could hear his voice from the other end. Jae-ha had to pull the phone away from his ear.
Rolling his eyes he continued to listen as Hak yelled from the other line. "It's past seven. You get that right? I thought you had died, or got mugged….." his voice trailed off.
"Well your not wrong on one of those," the green haired boy chimed happily. Yona's mouth fell open at his response. Was he really making light of what just happened and to Hak of all people.
"Do you have a death wish?" she whispered furiously at him, trying to grab the phone. He stuck an arm out landing his hand on her forehead blocking her from reaching the phone.
"Jae-ha?" Answered the other end.
"Well I'll just tell you. Yona got mugged and it was pretty bad. I'm taking her back to my place and then I'll take her home."
"What?! Take her home immediately. Do you hear me!"
"Yea, I do. See you in a couple hours," he smiled hanging up the phone before Hak could reply. Yona looked at him her purple eyes wide in astonishment.
"Don't worry," he said pocketing her phone. "You don't want him to see you like this right?"
Looking down at herself she saw just how dirty she had gotten. Her shirt was plastered with blood and only the bottom three buttons remained. Her boobs where exposed and speckles of blood dotted them. Her skirt was practically just a pair of underwear at this point. They had ripped it off of her only leaving behind the waistband and less then an inch of material.
"Yea you are right," she said putting her hair behind her ears. Her heart stopped as her hands slowly followed the shape of her hair. It now ended right below her ear. It felt unnatural. Almost like a piece of her was gone.
"My dad loved my hair," she furrowed her brows willing herself not to cry.
"No offense, but you look like grade A shit," he said shoving his shirt at her. He grabbed her hand leading her to his house.
"Thanks," she cracked a quick smile as they increased there speed.
"I'm warning you now, the people I live with are very unconventional."
"Like your family?" she questioned.
"You can call them that. I mean they are all I have. But I'm not related by blood with any of them." He told her. "And most of the time I'm not even there."
"I see," was all she offered to him.
The pair continued the walk in silence. She was extremely self conscious. The shirt that he had offered her was smaller then she imagined and was very scratchy. The bottom hem barley reached below her hips. It smelled like backpack and alcohol, a combination she never imagined could be a smell. She was still grateful that he had given it to her to cover up. A slight breeze tickled her bare legs as they began walking up a driveway to what could only be his house. Yona had to stop for a second. It was huge! Anyone from the country would have called it a mansion. The gold trim followed along the multiple windows showcasing the soft lavender of the rest of the house. Bay windows opened up the living room for all to see, creating the feeling of a welcoming home. The yard was freshly cut but had some brown spots in the middle. A patio swing was set up right outside the front door.
"Wow," she mused.
"Yep. It's flashy." Jae-ha looked at her. "Get ready."
Walking up to the front door Yona heard yelling.
"Damn she's on one," he clicked his tongue knocking on the door. Footsteps rhythmically shuffled to the door.
"Hello," a bright shining smile greeted them. "Yona?" the dazzling blonde questioned as he looked her up and down.
"Zeno, where's Gi Gan?" Jae-ha asked pushing her into the house.
His smile faded. "She's upstairs if you couldn't hear her. We got someone new and some of the others are messing with him." Without letting him finish Jae-ha ran upstairs.
"Gi Gan. I have a surprise," he yelled.
"He's being very calm about this," Yona stated turning to Zeno.
"Yea. He's been through some things. It takes a lot to rattle him. But I wouldn't say the same for you," he said raising a brow. She was shivering. Her nerves had finally caught up with her and her breathing became shallow.
"Bathroom?" she wheezed. She needed to get this feeling off of her and fast. She could still feel their hands all over her body. Maybe she could burn her skin off.
"Yea, this way. Is that blood?" he asked pointing down the hall. She nodded her head as she went first.
"Well I wont ask," the blonde had tied his hair up with his green hair tie when she wasn't paying attention. She noticed he did that a lot. His long blonde hair out of his face he gave her another look over. "Damn."
Giving her space he left her at the door. "I'll go get you some cloths. Use anything you want. This is my bathroom."
"Thanks," she waved closing the door behind her. Before the door could close his hand stopped it. She looked at him and almost backed away. His soft blue eyes where now cold and blank. His lips where almost in a snarl and she watched as his body began to shake.
"Why?" he growled moving his eyes to follow every bruise on her body.
"Are you alright?" She asked putting her hand on his. She was surprised someone so kind could look like this. It didn't scare her, but she didn't want to be those guys in the ally.
"People are cruel. They don't understand…. They don't care. Going after someone," he kept mumbling to himself.
"Zeno," a voice like honey slipped into the hallway. Almost instantly they blonde was back to himself.
"I'm very sorry about that," he beamed. "I'll see you later."
Yona watched as he passed by the older figure in the hall. "Hello," she squeaked. The older lady towered over her and the way she held herself made Yona a bit scared. Her grey hair was pulled into a form fitting bun with a purple ribbon, letting her bangs sweep to the right side of her face. She was dressed in a purple robe with a darker purple shirt underneath. Gold earrings helped frame her face, which was stern. Her piercing brown eyes watched Yona. Did she pity in her eyes?
"Thank you for letting me come into your home." she watched waiting for the older women's response.
"You are welcome," her voice was now strong and clear. The relaxed way she spoke to Zeno was gone.
"I'm Yona," she declared standing up straight.
"I know who you are. You've gotten some of my boys in trouble," she stated.
"I didn't mean too," she said dumbstruck. "I mean without Jae-ha I don't even know where I'd be."
"I've tried to tell them numerous times that they can't trust people like you. But do you think they listen to me? No, they do what they want," She sighed. "All to help you. I just don't understand it."
"Well I can see you are both getting along," Jae-ha interrupted, a pile of clothes in hand. "Hope you don't mind but I stole some of your old cloths," he turned to the women.
"Sense your so old and don't need them anymore." With that he pulled out a beautiful red dress. "This is gaudy huh? What did you wear this for? When did you wear it? I'm guessing fifty years ago" He laughed holding the dress out.
"You ungrateful little.." she yelled smacking him across the back of his head.
"Relax," he said dodging the second hit. "She doesn't have to wear this one. It's just an option," he turned and gave her the clothes.
"I didn't know what you want so I brought clothes from everyone's room."
"Jae-ha, remember about personal space?"
Shrugging he gave the clothes to Yona. "You should probably take a shower. Hak wont stop calling."
"Got it," she nodded entering the bathroom.
"He should be here by the time your done," He told her as the door closed.
Her first reaction was to fall to her knees. Instead she gripped the doorknob tightly and steadied her self with her other hand.
"Just stand up," she growled at her self, pulling the rest of her body up. It was becoming easier for her to push down her feelings. It probably wasn't the best way to deal with everything going on in her life. It was the adrenaline in her veins that kept her going.
Turning on the shower Yona put her hand out to test the water. Soft warm water fell down and quietly slipped down the drain. Turning the water heat up she started to remove her cloths. Pulling the T-shirt over her head proved to be more difficult then she originally thought. She couldn't lift her arms higher then her elbows to her shoulder. Instead she had to bend over and shimmy the shirt off. Instead of taking her skirt off she just ripped it. It was already a lost cause, there was no point in trying to save the blood covered fabric. Next came her bra. She hadn't realized it but her underwear had been torn off in the ally.
With everything off it was time to look at herself in the mirror. She had been fighting with herself if she actually wanted to see the after math. Did she really want to see the blood on her stomach? The bruises on her thighs? Her hair? Quickly she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body. Her hair was the first thing she took in. She finally saw how short it was. It wasn't even either. On the left side her hair went just above her chin. On the right it went past her chin. Her hair was muddy and stuck out in many different directions. Looking around the bathroom she found a pair of scissors. Grabbing them she brought them up to the right side of her face. Tears filled her eyes. Why did she have to do this? It was easier when she didn't have to look. Mustering her strength she cut off the longer side. The slick sound of her hair falling made the tears in her eyes overfill.
As she raised her hands to wipe her tears away she saw finger prints wrapped around both of her wrists. Slowly she touched them, wincing more from the emotional pain then the physical. Little bruises where starting to develop up and down her arms. Looking down she saw where all the blood had been. Lines of dry blood covered her stomach and legs. Her thighs where the worst. A giant black and blue bruise covered the very top part of her thighs where she was forced open. This would have been her first time if they had continued. A familiar tightness began to wrap itself around her chest. It was slowly rising into her throat as well. Shaking her head she tried desperately to forget. She jumped in the shower and let the rhythmic sound of the water falling fill her head. She heard everything. Every drop fall. Even the sound of the shampoo and conditioner in her hair sounded like sandpaper. She saw the colors of red and brown wash down the drain, but she didn't fully process it. Interesting she thought.
Without knowing how, she found herself out of the shower and dressed in a over sized sweater with the words "Number One Lady Killer" on it. She pressed her lips together registering the irony. She wore sweat pants with "Only me" on the side. Smacking her palm against the door she laughed.
"I really need to pay attention," she continued to laugh as she reached for the doorknob. She had put everything into a nice pile on the floor. As she opened the door familiar face greeted her.
"So you're the one everyone is talking about," gold eyes held her own. "And your wearing my pants?" He cocked a blue eyebrow.
"Jae-ha gave me these clothes. I'm sorry." she apologized.
"He told me that he stole some of every ones clothes. I guess I never expected for you to choose mine." Shin-ahs voice covered her body making heat rise to her face.
"The sweater isn't mine. But I bet you can guess who it belongs too."
"Yea I think I have a idea," she replied checking herself out in the mirror.
"Well, I'll see you around," the mysterious boy smiled at her as he turned around. She just stood there staring at the wall. She had noticed that he had licked his lips before he smiled. They had looked soft. Shaking her head she brought her hands to her face. He made her feel safe and excited all at once. It was a feeling she only felt with one other person.
"Haks here," Jae-ha walked up to her.
"Where?" she asked looking behind him.
"He's waiting by the door."
"Wait? He's waiting?" She cocked her head to the side confused. "He should be running around and yelling looking for me. That's what he does," her words came out almost angry.
"I let him in on the situation. Well most of it. Some details you need to tell him yourself. I wouldn't feel right going into certain details," he said a small blush forming above his cheeks.
"Alright, lets get this over with then," she sighed.