Periods are notorious for making us rash and foggy minded. Was that a good excuse for going against my father? Probably not. Did I do it anyway? Yes.

Maybe it wasn't really my uterus being dramatic. Maybe it was just me being a teenage girl who was tired of her father's insufferable rules and hatefulness. Whatever it was, it was a very strong force.

After sulking in bed for an hour after dinner, I still hated to sit down and study, half way out of spite, and grabbed a romance novel off of my dusty bookshelf. I felt a sense of pride and rebellion in my belly just by not studying even though I had been told to. It didn't matter that it was behind my locked bedroom door, my father being completely oblivious further down the hallway in his own room. It felt good and terrifying all at once. I honestly thought it was enough and I could go back to studying after a bit of reading.

I was wrong. I ended my reading after a chapter of the antagonist in the novel climbing out of her bedroom window to look at the stars and went to my desk to work on a paper. Unable to focus, I sat there for 15 minutes, staring blankly at my blank notebook paper where an essay was supposed to be. My eyes trailed over to my balcony doors. Beyond there, an old oak tree stood next to my balony, large and thick branches perfect for climbing up and down and away from my window.

Nervous for even having those thoughts, I glanced at my locked bedroom door then at the clock. A quarter after 10. Looking back to the door, I stood and went to my bed, pulling such a cliche that I cringed while I arranged my pillows to look as if I were sleeping soundly in bed. Double checking the door and putting my phone on silent and into my desk drawer, I crept over to my balcony doors and unlocked them silently, slipping out and closing it behind em. My heart pounded so hard in my chest as I hoisted myself onto the oak tree and climbed as silently as possible to the ground below. I nearly climbed back up and ran back inside a dozen times before I hit the soft grass on my .

I sat there for a moment, stunned and disbelieving of what I had just done. My father was going to kill me! I was dead. With a deep breath, I stood, dusted my off, and sprinted (unintentionally; out of fear and excitment) to the front gate and locked it behind me. One little thing out of place and my father would know. I had to cover my tracks well.

Sighing deeply and crouching over to be out of view of the second storey windows in the house, I turned to face the street the same moment a vehicle passed, scaring the sense out of me. Once they passed, I turned and nearly sprinted down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, figuring I might as well go buy myself something to snack on since I was already out.

I hadn't, however, expected a certain group of boys to be lingering outside of the same shop just like before. Oh Sehun and his friends were milling around a light pole like some flock of silent but deadly birds. Just waiting for the kill.

"Hey, beautiful," Kai called out to an older lady wearing a business suit and carrying a brief case under her arm, "any plans for tonight?"

"Not with you, kiddo," the lady replied coolly, walking past without even glancing at the blonde. Kai only clicked his tongue in mock disappoint as she disappeared down the street.

Silently stumbling down the sidewalk, I watched him turn back to Baekh