246 That of Which Is Unforgivable and Unforgettable (1/2)

It wasn't until late at night that Yeo Ri came home. The filming only ended when they ran out of daylight, and the trip home took almost two hours.

Yeo Ri wasn't surprised to see the apartment unlit and empty; Gun was working a late shift and he wouldn't be back until past midnight.

As soon as she got home, Yeo Ri sent a text to her brother, notifying him of her arrival. He was working, so a call wouldn't be appropriate, she thought.

Contrary to her belief, her brother called back several minutes after she texted him.

”Did you get home safely?” He asked, sounding slightly breathless.

”Mm. Locked the door and windows too.”

”Are you sure? Did you check again?”

Yeo Ri smiled slightly at his over-caution. ”Yes~ I checked three times, Oppa, don't worry. I'm tired... I'll go take a bath and then sleep. Come home soon.” Yeo Ri yawned as her heavy-lidded eyes threaten to close.

Gun frowned worriedly over her exhausted tone. He nodded with difficulty, ”Okay. Rest well, Yeo Ri-ah. Oppa will be home soon.”

”Mm.”

After she hung up the call, Yeo Ri took a much needed bath.

Yeo Ri threw on a simple nightdress and tucked herself in the sofa-turned-makeshift-bed in the living room. It would be easier for Gun to notice her when he comes home, and she would feel less scared to sleep alone since the TV was nearby.

Yeo Ri turned the TV on, producing some background noise to drown out the silence and lull her to sleep.

The tired girl's eyes glazed over as she yawned again. She closed her eyes, and in due time, she fell asleep.

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..

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Yeo Ri stood within the room, her back facing the door. It was a familiar room; one that she swore to never come back to.

It was Lee Do Joon's locked room.

She heaved a long breath, and it was then she noticed how cold it was.

Her eyes glanced up at the sole window in the room, watching as snow slowly drift down from the sky, fogging up the glass.

Then, suddenly—

”—Ah!”

The girl let out a startled yelp as she felt her hair being yanked roughly from behind her. She fell backwards, stumbling against a man.

”Where do you think you're looking at?” the man hissed, caging her with his arms. ”I'm right here! Shouldn't you be respectful and look at your elders when you meet them, hm?”

”...” Yeo Ri's reply came in the shape of a frown.

'Aah, this dream again,' she thought tiredly. She was so godd*mn f*cking tired of this godforsaken place. Again and again, she kept getting dragged back here.

”Should've taken those pills before I passed out,” she muttered, regretful. Curing her insomnia was one thing, but she preferred taking sleeping pills because it guaranteed her a dreamless sleep. At least she wouldn't come back here anymore.

”Pay attention to me!” the man roared, pulling her hair again.

She sighed. The b*stard and his f*cking mood swings. ”What do you want?”

The man shoved her, and Yeo Ri helplessly tumbled to the floor. ”Is that really the tone you want to use with me?” he sneered as he loomed over her figure, ”to use with your dad?”

As she stared at the devil's face point-blank, Yeo Ri felt an intense feeling—a feeling she had never felt before—bubbling inside of her. It was an indescribably feeling that she could never put into words; more than anger, more than hate, more that revulsion... it was like a monster was trying to claw its way out of her body.

Her body began to shake, unable to quell the feeling.

”Get off me,” she seethed.

The man forcibly groped her as a sh*t-eating grin took over his expression. ”Did you say something, my sweet little Yeo Ri?”

”You don't scare me anymore.”

”Really, now? I don't? Then explain why we're still here, then, my lovely sweetheart? Let's face it—you still haven't forgotten about me, about us... you can't ever get rid of me. I own you. I own your body. You belong to me,” he purred. The devil's hands roamed her body, and Yeo Ri's body shook.

”AaaaAAAARGGGGHHHH!”

—The monster inside her took over.