[A/N: /sobs/ I'm back. :) So happpppyy I'm back ^ ^ How is everyone doin? Sorry I didn't update for a week. :( Heehee but I replied to all the comments for the last chapter of the fic.. So heehee I'm alive. And let me just bow in praise and thanks to everyone of you who clicked subscribe. I usually don't look at the number of the "subscribers" because you know... I'm here for writing and making friends with everyone ^ ^ Heeheee.... Let's go Chapter Two.. poster by ramenrulz8p ]

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>>>YE JIN'S POV<<<

My father, dressed in his American coat and tie, pierced a stare through me and in one go, I was inside the limousine.

I had been caught. I had been caught by my mother and father, I had been caught in my skimpy party clothes, with eyeliner smudged against the double eyelids of my face. And I smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

It had been a fist-clenching silent ride back to number 48 Family Street Farsund Village ZhongXiao Fuxin, BeiJing, China. How timely. Family Street. FAMILY.

And I revealed my address, just in case one of you would like to rescue me from this crack hole called Zhang Manor.

"Zhang Aya, do you know the consequences of this?" My mom asked. She brought out her crystallized mirror and threw it to me. It hit my chin. The crystal lacerated a part of my skin. 

"Go, go look at how ugly you are. What kind of life have you been living? Your father and I spent millions of dollars educating you, and where did you use it? Clubbing? Clubbing every night without us knowing?Smoking cigarettes? Jaesus, you're disgracing our family name!" Mother yelled and then she slapped me. Her hand hit my bleeding chin.

I glanced at my father. His eyebrows were crooked in an angry fashion. He's not the type to say a lot, but he breaks out the most painful words.

"I'm cutting all your credit card accounts. I'm hiring a disciplinarian for you. I'm going to burn every piece of money you have, and I'm locking your door for two days. You will not go out unless I tell you to do so." My father said.

I had to close my eyes and tears voluntarily rolled down my face and joined the Han River. I wailed like a spoiled brat.

"No, dad... Please! Please forgive me. Mommy, I'm sorry. It was just my first time to try clubbing. Oh nooo. Don't be like this.... I beg thee. Sweet heavens, my heart is scorned for thy words hurt me. Daddy, mommy, I love thee. Pardon me!" I pleaded in my Shakesperean words.

"No Zhan