"JAMES!" I screamed. No answer. My side was burning in pain. My throat was sore from the last half an hour. I had spent it running through the crowded streets, shouting his name, hoping, praying for an answer.

Nothing yet.

I quickly dialed Junho's number to see if he had any luck. He didn't answer, so I assumed he was making the same progress as me. 

I couldn't help but to feel terrible and quilty for this whole situation. The worst was happening to everyone I loved. Zico was practically jumped, those useless scum abused of Rina, and now James was missing. James, one of the only people who could always give me comfort, could possibly be lying somewhere. Dead at worst. Just thinking about this possibility made my pace quicken and made me lose my breath. 

I couldn't give up. Not yet anyways. I took a deep breath and started running again. 

"JAMES." I screamed as loud as I possibly could. I ran up and down the streets by the arena. I was losing hope now. I felt my eyes grow hot with tears. I dialed Junho's number. 

"Any luck?" He breathed heavily when he answered. 

"None. I think. He's home. He must be right?" I said, the obvious shaking in my voice.

"So.. should we quit?" I swallowed a lump that seemed to be in my throat. 

"Yeah. I'll see you back at your house. Bye." I said slowly before hanging up. 

I walked slowly and sadly down a street, away from that godforsaken area. It must've been 1 am, and the street was deserted. It seemed hard to believe that a few hours ago one of the closest people to me was being ually abused, and no one heard it. And if someone had heard it, they didn't have the nerve, or the heart, to stop them and save Rina. 

I walked by several alleyways, and I couldn't help but wonder if they felt guilty. Or if it was just another business oppurtunity for them. It brought me to another point. Did Eunjung have no shame? Was she willing to go that far , for someone who didn't feel the same way about her. 

My thoughts were interrupted by something that sounded like a whimper, or a groan. I stopped and listened closer. It sounded like the person was saying "Help". My hope had been restored. 

"JAMES?" I screamed in both horror and relief when I saw a shadow in an alleyway. I ran towards him at full speed and helped him up out into the street, where I could identify him by the light. 

If he had not said a muffles version of my name, I wouldn't be able to idenitfy him as James. His face was swollen and bruised , his lip was bleeding. Not to mention his clothes were tattered, and he was bleeding from somewhere else. I stared at him in shock and horror. How long had he been like this? My tears fell freely now. 

"It's okay" I whispered. "We're gonna get you help, okay?" I whispered as I held him up and dialed Junho. 

"Hello?" He answered, sounding tired. 

"I found him." I whispered, looking at James. 

"WHAT? Where are you guys, I'm turning the car around!" I read the street name and waited. In less than 5 minutes, Junho was rushing out of the drivers side of the car, and helping James into the back seat. In less than ten , we were at his house, laying a hurt and scared James onto the couch. 

"Should we take him home?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of him. He shook his head. 

"I think we should clean him up a bit first, get him new clothes too." said Junho, equally as sad. For the next half an hour, we cleaned James' wounds, and reduced the swelling.

"What happened to you?" I asked while cleaning his lip. 

"I was walking." He said slowly, his voice coming out husky. "5 guys. Started hitting me. And kicking me." I told him to be quiet, it sounded like it pained him to talk. Junho came out and let James borrow some clothes. Although he still looked beat up and broken, he looked better than before. 

When Junho and I delivered him to his front door, I felt my heart sink instantly. An older woman opened the door, her husband behind her, both looking frightened. They spotted James and terror overtook their eyes. They took James into an embrace between two of them and started to cry. Occassionally you could hear phrases like "what happened?" "are you okay." and "My son" being thrown out. I looked away from the heartbreaking scene. James' mother thanked us and took him inside. 

"Do you want me to take you home?" Junho asked in a tired voice. 

"I left my phone with Rina. I'll just walk home from the apartment, it's not a far walk." I yawned. We arrived and I took my phone from next to a sleeping Rina. I thanked Junho and apologized for the trouble I caused. He shook his head. 

" You couldn't be the cause of any trouble." I faked a smile and walked out of the apartment. It was around 3 am, my parents must be worried. I sighed and walked the lonely streets, my mind being full with today's events. It started off being fantastic, and ended up being the worst day I've ever been put through. 

I didn't even notice the sound of a van approaching behind me. It wasn't until someone grabbed my arms and covered my mouth that I realized what was happening. 

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Amazingly, I wasn't scared. Or upset. 

I felt like I deserved it. 

I made everyone suffer, so it was only fair that I suffer, right? 

16 more cranes. 

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Oh hey my little dubus c: 

Short chapter again. Sorry I haven't been updating lately. Harry Potter is almost out and I'm a nerd for it, So I'm rereading the books... LOL. 

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