[Won Bin POV]

Sitting on the couch, staring at empty space. Never knew what I could do…

“appa” my daughter said nervously.

“nae ttal?” I replied.

“appa… Saeron unnie… Ahron unnie…” Yeron began shaking

“they’re… they’re…”

“they’re what? “ I asked worriedly

“grandpa…” Yeron looked down as she saw dad.

“ah Won Bin, Yeron. How come both of you look so worried?” dad asked us.

“appa, where’s Saeron and Ahron?” I asked him, holding in anger.

“I don’t know, I just saw them crying outside. When I was about to approach them they avoided me” dad replied.

I looked at Yeron and saw her nod with a slight disagreement. I ran passed dad , still holding back my anger. I want to yell at my own father… I just don’t like what he’s doing with my daughters.  I hate him. My daughters did nothing wrong.

“I love my daughters. They’re like innocent angels, they can’t do anything wrong.” I said to myself.

I heard sudden cries, sniffles, and holding back of fear. I know my daughters’ voices. Just hearing slight noises, I know it’s them… I saw them under the shade of a tree. I was surprised seeing them with bruises and some wounds.

“Saeron, Ahron” I called their attention.

It seems as if the two paused. They froze… As if they saw a ghost. They couldn’t reply, they couldn’t move. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw…

“oh dad” I said nervously.

“son, children” he said with a smile

I saw the kids turn away.

“oh, is there something I did?” Dad asked

I just looked down and ignored his question...

[Yeron POV]

I heard endless whispers from nowhere. I locked myself. I didn’t want to see my grandpa. He tortured my sisters. I wish I haven’t witnessed it. I began hitting myself as tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t have the courage to help them…

Minutes had passed… I began hearing footsteps from outside. Each step getting louder. Fear got hold of me. I heard the door get hit. I was afraid of who or what is trying to barge in. I hid under my bed, shivering in fear. It began to open as beads of cold sweat dropped from my forehead. Certain events crossed my mind; but the suspect never did. In my  7 years of existence I never knew who to blame now. Not even one person entered my mind. Just the plain moment I’m facing right now…