She sipped on coffee.
She barely remembers getting home.
It felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Tear after tear fell, she couldn't stop them. Her heart started to pound, she didn't know what was going to happen now. She was scared. What if something got left that would lead them to her. She tried to clean up any signs of her having been there, she cleaned up the mess in that room, she wiped her prints off the door handles. Obviously, the manager wouldn't have left anything of hers, in case someone found about what he had done. When she asked the guard about her bag, he said that it was in his car but there was nothing, not even in the trunk. Her heart was racing too fast, she couldn't breathe. She pounded her chest to make it stop.
Once she calmed down, she called her boss to let him know she wasn't going to be in. He wanted to know why, she told him she had fallen down her apartment stairs and injured her leg and was told to stay off it for a few days. He asked if she had done it drunk, she answered, yes. That was taken care of.
She limped over to the couch and curled up. She wondered when he was coming back. If he was coming back. Once he found out what about the scene she left behind, what were they going to find. What was he going to think of her. Would he be afraid of her. Would he even look at her.
She bursted into tears.
There was a knock on the door. She limped over. There was another knock.
“Unnie, it's me.”
She opened the door right away. Her heart felt relieved, she immediately hugged her friend. Her friend didn't know what to make of it and hugged her back and gasped when she pulled away, taking in the injuries around her face.
“Oh my god, unnie, what happened?”
With tears still running down her cheeks, she wiped them away, “oh you know, just me being clumsy.” She tried to smile. She couldn't tell her what really happened, she couldn't get her friend involved like that but she was happy to see her.
Her friend helped her back to the couch, “you should go see a doctor…”
“No, I already did, I'll be okay.”
Her friend seen the scratches on her neck, “Did someone do this to you?” She asked turning her head to the side.
Just then, her baby god walked in. “Baby, you shouldn't leave the door unlocked….” He looked at them sitting on the couch. His eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. It was too late to back out.
Her friend jumped up, walked up to him and slapped him. Having not expected that he just stared at her before hanging his head.
“You did this to her, didn't you?!” her friend snapped.
“No! He didn't do this… he did nothing to hurt me!” she wanted to jump up and defend him but she couldn't move fast enough. She limped over in between them, standing in front of him, “Really, he didn't touch me.”
Her friend glared at her baby god, “Then who did? Those are scratches on your neck. I can see where someone's nails dug into your skin… someone did this. You tell me what happened or, or I'm leaving and never coming back.”
Noona looked at the floor and then back at him, he put his hands on her shoulders.
“I would never hurt her,” he wrapped his arms around her, “I can never hurt her. And if you were her friend, you wouldn't leave like this.”
“Then tell me!” Her friend demanded.
“I can't… I can't tell you.” She closed her eyes, she wanted to so bad. Her only real friend, the only one she could really trust, she would risk her life if she told her what happened over the weekend. “You'll get hurt and I can't have that. It's my burden to carry.”
He chimed in, “and mine.”
Her friend looked at the both of them. It made her sad, she couldn't believe her unnie was going to protect him. She grabbed her bag and left. She stood out in the hall, listening to her unnie start to cry. She wanted to cry too. She leaned on the door debating whether to go back inside or not. The door cracked open a tiny bit, enough that she could hear them talking.
“You came back.”
“I'm not going to leave you alone.”
“You don't have to be here either.”
“Yes, I do. We're in this together. He's after the both of us not just you.”
“You were his meal ticket, he wouldn't have harmed you.”
“He did by going after you like that. Oh jagiya, I'm not going to let him hurt you.”
“So you know?... What I did?”
“Yes and I told him not to try that again or he'll have me to deal with.”
“What?... Wait…. What do you mean you told him?”
“He's at the hospital….”
“He's alive? But how…. Oh god, oh god…. He's not dead”
“Baby, what's wrong?”
“I can't breathe”
Her friend moved away from the door, closing it as quietly as possible. Her hand went to her chest as her heart started to pound. “What's going on?” She asked herself.