Yoon-Jo and I have been stuck in this room for three days. Dad has made sure we've eaten well, but there is something off about him. One minute he is the genuinely good person than the next he turns into this crazy mean . Yoon-Jo's temperature has gone up and has developed cold sweats. 

I made Yoon-Jo lay down to rest for a while as I placed a wet cloth onto his forehead. Soon, I heard yelling between dad and that lady outside. The words were jumbled and hard to make out, but they were yelling at each other. I sighed and went back to attend to Yoon-Jo when dad came bursting into my room and grabbed me and pulled me outside the room and into the kitchen.

"Come. Sit. Eat!" He demanded. I quietly sat down in the empty chair as dad places a hot pot of ramen onto the table. "Lets eat and chat" he said taking a seat across from me. I sat there and looked at him. "Don't stare and just eat" he said putting his chopsticks in and taking some noodles out. I grabbed mine and ate a bit. 

"You know! I've tried calling you! You first began to pick up my calls and then stopped all together. Why?" he said looking up at me. "That was you?" my eyes narrowed in. "Yeah!" he nodded. "Why didn't you say anything instead of just breathing like a ert!" I asked. "ert?! Me!" he said shocked. His soon gentle eyes became cold again. "Listen here you ! I am not a ing e!" he hissed. "YOU ARE IF YOU JUST SIT THERE AND BREATHE OVER THE PHONE! DON'T CALL ME SUCH NAMES!" I slammed my hands down on the table and shouted. Dad roared as he quickly got up lifting up the table along with him allowing the hot pot of ramen to fall onto my stomach and legs.

I cried out in pain at the burning sensation. "My baby! Are you okay?" he asked sweetly trying to make sure I was okay, but I wasn't. I looked up at him as I stood up. "I NOW KNOW WHY MOM NEVER WANTED ME AROUND YOU! YOU ARE CRAZY!!!" I screamed and ran back into the room with Yoon-Jo.

I cried as I touched the burn marks on my stomach and legs. It hurt so bad, but I had to accept the pain and worry about Yoon-Jo whom was now developing a cough and sniffles. I rubbed Yoon-Jos sweaty head. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here" I whispered. 

Later that night, I could hear dad fighting with that lady again. Thats always what they seemed to do was fight. Why would you run away with someone if you arent happy with them? About two hours later the house lights went off and I quietly woke up Yoon-Jo. "Yoon-Jo~ah!" I whispered as I shook him. He stirred in his sleep. I shook him again until I was able to see his eyes open in the moon lit sky. "What?" he mumbled. "Come get dressed." I said helping him put on his clothes. I sat on the end of the bed and looked at him.

"Yoon-Jo, please listen to me carefully. I want you to climb through this window an