Should I?

  No I shouldn't.   But I'm scared   No, I have no other choice.   But he's probably really mad at me   But If he really loved me, he'd understand.     My heart hammered against my ribcage as I sprinted towards the usual place he would be at, holding onto what was left of my clothes. The sound of my ragged breath filled the quiet back alley as I watched the back door of the cafè swing open.    A sniff was heard the moment the door was opened. A flash of brown caught my attention and I sighed under my breath in relief as his head snapped towards my direction. Our eyes met and his round ones widened as he recognised my figure in the dark.   Even under the black starless sky, he could recognise me. It's been three weeks since I had asked him to take a break from me and he still remembered me. Deep inside, I hoped he would never forget.   "Eunbyul." he breathed my name as a tiny cloud of steam escaped his moist lips.    I frowned at the formality. I took a deep breath and my voice came out as a squeak.   "Chanyeol."   "What are you— why are you—what happened to you?" he blinked as his hand gripped tightly onto the handle.   "I—uh.... I had something on just now."    He raised an eyebrow at my dazed state before checking his watch and gaped at me.   "It's almost twelve. You should be home already."   "I—" I started as I tore my gaze away from his.   "I was on my way home."   Chanyeol looked at me strangely, as if I was hiding something.    I was.   "Was it a party?" He asked as his eyes roamed down my figure, my hands trying hard to hold up the torn and tattered clothes.   "I—what?"   "Were you on your way back from a party?" he asked firmly as his brown orbs bore into my own.   "...yes..but—"   "I knew it." he shook his head as he adjusted his guitar bag on his shoulder and turned his back on me.   "Wha—Chanyeol!"   "You always do this."   "Do what!"   "CLUBBING! You're addicted to clubbing."   "I—"   "You're crazy. What's so good about clubbing?! Byul, my own mother is worried about you. She keeps asking me why I haven't brought you home the past couple of days. What should I tell her? That I can't bring you home because you're too busy having a good time with other guys in shabby clubs? You look terrible. What did those guys even do to you? Your clothes are—"   "Chanyeol," I begged as the tears began to spill from my eyes. "I was ."   His shoulders tensed immediately and he slowly turned around to meet my eyes.   "You were what?"   "I.....was ." I repeated as I began sobbing uncontrollably.    "I was waiting for you at the party and somehow they spiked my drink. I barely remember what happened but I woke up and alone in the room. Chanyeol, it was Dani's birthday, you promised you would come!"   "Three weeks ago, you asked me to give you some space. And there, I gave you space. See what happens? I told you that places like these are dangerous. You should've called before coming here, what if you were a step too late and I already left the cafè?!" Chanyeol's eyes were fixated on me as his eyes hardened.    I looked as if I had just been attacked by a crazed animal. His gaze landed on my wrist and he instinctively tugged me closer. His eyes softened at the sight.   "You have bruises? They gave you bruises?" he whispered unbelievably. I pulled my arm away from him as tears continued to trickle endlessly down my face.    "Chanyeol what do I do?" I asked as I furiously wiped away the tears.    "Go home. Tell your family about this and file a police report tomorrow." he sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair. His crazed eyes showed how much anger was pulsing through every drop of blood in his veins, even though his actions said otherwise.   "They're not home." I murmured.   "Go to your next closest family member's house."   "I did and he wasn't home. Apparently he's busy standing in front of me and being a to me even when I just told him that I had been ually assaulted!" I breathed as his eyes rounded in realisation.    "I'm—sorry I didn't—"   "Chanyeol I don't know what to do! What should I-" I asked as the blurry images of the memory surfaced in my mind.  "Oh my god."   My throat suddenly felt as if it was being constricted and my breaths became heavy with every inhalation. I put a hand to my chest as I started to wheeze, and my legs immediately gave way.    "Byul?! what's wrong?"   "I. Can't. breathe." I wheezed as I clutched onto my neck.   "Here I-"   "Don't touch me!!" I screamed as