She couldn't believe she was running again. She had done this already. She ran up the stairs with every door locked but the one. She opened it and ran down the hall to the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, she screamed falling to the floor as the manager came at her with a knife. She hit his hands away every time he swung at her. She screamed at him to stop but he wouldn't. She punched him in the face, then kicked him in the groin, when he went down to his knees, she grabbed the knife from his hands and threw it but he pulled out another one. He came at her again but she managed to grab his wrist and pushed him over onto his back.
Her knee went down on his throat, again.
He couldn't breathe, again.
He took one final swing, the knife slowly slicing across her leg. She closed her eyes as his face turned a ghostly white and he slowly stopped struggling under the pressure of her leg.
She sat straight up in bed with a scream. Someone came to her quickly, putting their arms around her, trying to calm her but she pushed away, pushing herself into the corner. Covering her face as she sobbed.
Her baby god spoke to her softly, “It's okay, you're home. You don't have to be scared anymore. I won't let anything happen to you.” He moved a little closer to her, “Baby look at me…” he inched a little more closer, “look at me…” he pulled her hands down. His face frowned at the sight of the bruise on her cheek, the scratches on her neck.
She crawled into her baby god's arms and stayed there, sobbing silently into his chest.
“Who did this to you?” He asked.
She shook her head. Not wanting to discuss it, not wanting to recount what happened, she thought it was best he didn't know. She calmed herself down. She wiped her face with her blanket. Catching sight of her scraped up hands, she wanted to cry more. It was done, it was over with. She looked up into his face, she seen the anger in his eyes.
“Who did it?” Someone else asked.
She looked over and seen her little dark god and the eldest sitting across from them. The eldest, had a look in his eyes that told her they were brewing something.
“Who did it?” He asked again.
She gazed down at her hands still clinging to her baby god's shirt, “It doesn't matter… It's been taken care of… so there's nothing for you to do.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means there's nothing for you to do, it's been taken of…” she repeated. She pulled her baby closer, “I'm sorry”
“It's okay… Lay down” he said helping her to lay back, “We'll talk about it later.” He kissed her forehead.
She closed her eyes but all she could see was the manager's face in the dark. She rolled over and stared at the wall.
“What do you want to do?” The eldest asked.
The maknae thought about it, “Earlier, she was crying in her sleep, saying something about a basement. I thought she was awake. I asked her what basement, where was it at. She said the company”
His hyung, the dark one they jokingly called him, looked up at him, he'd been staring at her the whole time, worried for her well-being, “Did she say anything else?”
The maknae looked back at her, “I'm worried about something she said, it's unclear.”
“What?” The eldest asked.
The maknae looked down at the floor, “I think she did something to him. Something horrible… I think she killed him.”