Yeo-Joon
My fist came in contact with my mirror. Creating cracks on the surface. Ignoring the pain that inflicted on me and the blood oozing down from my fist. Dripping to my desk. But the pain couldn't measure up to the anger I feel deep in me. It couldn't measure up to the frustration raving wild in me. My mom honestly wants to forget everything and move on.
That son of a bitch did despicable things to me and my family and she wants me to let go? Nah, I won't. Until I see him behind bars, I won't be at peace. I want him dead or alive. As long as he pays for the crimes he committed, I'm good.
And that bitchy mom of his had the temerity to accuse me of taking her son away. I took in a couple of breaths and darted my eyes back on my image on the mirror.
