**Trigger warning* This story contains verbal, emotional, domestic, and physical abuse. Non-explicit content, but implied ual assault. Please be aware that these things are within this story.**

I couldn’t have been more thankful that it was the weekend. After classes, I was called back into the office just to be asked if everything was okay after all the commotion after lunch. I assured the secretary that everything was completely fine. Except I wasn’t, the student body were still pointing and snickering, and Oh Sehun was glaring at me around every corner. So I lied, big deal.

“Get dressed, we’re going out,” Mom said as soon as I walked in the front door. I hadn’t even taken my shoes off.

Sighing, I kicked my shoes off and followed her into the utility room. “Do I have to go?” I swallowed the saliva in my mouth and lied through my teeth again. “I’m not feeling well,” I said. Though I felt sleepy still, any other day it wouldn’t have been a problem. In fact, it was that I just didn’t feel like putting on nice clothes and going out. Humanity was out there and it wasn’t exactly my best friend at the moment.

Mom threw a few things into the washer before turning to me and pressing her palm against my head. “You don’t feel warm,” she asserted, raising her eyebrows.

“Stomach ache . . .” It was plausible. I laid my right hand upon my stomach for emphasis.

“Fine, but you can finish the laundry for me while we’re out,” she complied, turning the washer on and leaving the small room.

I suddenly started to regret getting out of the dinner. Not that I minded doing laundry or anything, but I didn’t want to be alone. Of course, I wasn’t afraid of being kidnapped or robbed. Since earlier that day, I had felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. It had been so long since I really had anyone to talk to and I only realized that when everyone watched me like a zoo animal as I left school grounds after classes. Kim Taehyung definitely wasn’t on my side anymore, my sister was still at a friend’s house, and anyone else I had contact with had left the minute Oh Sehun decided me as his target in my freshman year.

I bid my parents goodbye at the door and trudged up the stairs to my room. Music played from my iPod dock as I tried to busy myself around the room, putting clothes away, cleaning my purses out, and changing my bed sheets. It was working well as a distraction until I ran out of things to do. I bounded downstairs and put the wet clothes into the dryer before pressing start.

All the way downstairs and over my music, I heard my phone going off in my room. With a sigh, I hurried back up and grabbed my phone, thinking it was probably my mom checking up on me. Though it was an unknown number, I still answered thinking she could’ve been using some friend’s at the dinner.

“Hello?”

A strange guy’s voice met my ear. “Does the fifty percent off count with phone service too?” he asked.

Without even thinking, I tossed my phone onto the bed, my mouth agape. Both anger and embarrassment boiled inside of me as I bounded back downstairs and into the kitchen. How could people be so sick and cruel? And ignorant. They were all ignorant. Oh Sehun was the sick and cruel person while everyone that went along with his little schemes were the ignorant ones. They seemed to believe they were all cool and funny when really they were all disgusting people that would soon learn that friends aren’t really the friends they say they are and life isn’t as fun and free-lanced as it seems. Everything was one day going to come back and bite them all in the rear end. And I hoped that Oh Sehun no longer had a backside in the end. Theoretically speaking, of course.

I would’ve laughed if I weren’t so mad over the whole day’s events.

Wanting nothing more than to eat a bowl of Shin ramen, I searched the whole kitchen. I thought maybe burning my taste buds off would distract me from the burning in my veins at Oh Sehun. Sadly, the house was vacant of any kind of ramen.

I changed into some jeans and grabbed my phone and wallet before locking the house up. As I stepped onto the dim street, my ringtone blared out once again. It was another unknown number. This time I hit reject and continued my route to the corner store to get ramen. I wondered how people would’ve gotten my phone number, but it didn’t surprise me. Oh Sehun probably paid some kid to sneak into the school office and look over files or something of the sorts. It wasn’t rocket science. I just hoped the calls didn’t go on for long.

“Hello,” the old man greeted me as I entered the store. I bowed politely before heading to find what I came for.

I glanced around to make sure no one I knew from school was there. That was one thing I dreaded so fiercely now: going to school. I always hated going to school, but now it seemed like my freshman year all over again just a few times worse. I didn’t think I could face a classmate just yet. A break was all I wanted, it had really been nonstop since the basketball game.

With a quick bow and thanks, I paid for the packs of ramen I had loaded up with and headed back out. I knew my mom would kill me for being out by myself so late in the night, but what she didn’t