Halla's POV

I gave the cop the location to where my house was. My house looked old and it looked like all the beautiful colors have been out of it. I held onto the necklace Appa had gave me. Just in case, the cop went inside first and when he got there we saw my mom sitting on the couch. Eomma gave a startled expression and asked, "W-What are you doing here? How can I help you officer." She said pretending to be all nice. I'm tired of this acting. 

I just walked up the stairs and into my bedroom crying silently while packing all my clothes and putting clothes it in my suit case. To be honest I didn't have a lot of clothes because my parents are kinda broke and Eomma spends money on cigarettes and my step-dad spends time going to clubs and drinking.

I heard a knock on the door. I quickly wiped my face with my sweater sleeve. "Come in." I said trying not to crack my voice.

"What's your name again? Sorry didn't have the chance to ask before..." He said awkwardly

"It's Lee Halla. Call me Halla." I replied back not facing him. Tears are forming again but I forced them not to come out. I don't like crying in front of other people

"Yours is Baekhyun, right?" 

He replied with a humming yes. Baekhyun seemed to notice me all sad and gloomy."Are you okay...?"

I nodded then grabbed my suitcase.

"Let me carry that for you." He took it out of my hand and headed downstairs. I followed after him. When we got do