"It's no use, Rhoa. That man is determined to win me over. It's not working. But he's threatening to hurt you," Aunt said, exhausted and starting to cry.

"Auntie, don't say that. You'll always be by my side," I said.

Suddenly, Mr. Ji-Oh came to us.

"Your Aunt's mine. Move," he said.

"GET AWAY YOU B*STARD!" I screamed desperately.

"Rhoa, enough," my Aunt said.

"NO! GET AWAY! LEAVE!" I said while still crying.

"SHUT UP!" Mr. Ji-Oh said, then hitting my Aunt.

"AUNTIE!" I screamed. "HOW COULD YOU?" I said, crying.

Mr. Ji-Oh then scooped up my Aunt.

"She's mine," Mr. Ji-Oh said.

He then left with my Aunt in his hands.

I cried. I then slowly crawled to my room. While crossing the halls, I heard my Aunt screaming, begging for help while Mr. Ji-Oh abused her.

I went to my room, crawled up to my bed, and hugged myself with my blanket. In the background, my Aunt screamed, in pain, desperate to escape. I cried alone in my room. There was no one soothing me, just me alone, feeling sick. Just a few hours ago, I was laughing with my friends at school, happy. And now, this. I can't let him do this. If you're not going away, I need to get rid of you once and for all.

I then started trying to sleep, but the sound of my Aunt's screams haunted me. I couldn't go to sleep, but I was scared also. No one was there to help me. Just me alone, curled up in my bed.

Finally, after a few nightmarish hours, my worst moment of my life—the definition of hell—I went to sleep. Until now, I would get nightmares of this moment, alone in my room, hearing my Aunt screaming. Until now, every time I hear someone screaming, I get reminded of this terrible, terrible, terrible moment.

Mr. Ji-Oh was the worst of the worst. Slurs and other shameful words can't even describe Mr. Ji-Oh. He's way worse than that.

I then woke up the next day. There my bruised and sick Aunt was, sleeping next to me.

"Auntie," I cried, trying to hold my tears back.

"Rhoa... I'm sorry," Auntie said.

"No. You don't need to say sorry. I'm the one who needs to say sorry," I wept, tears flowing down from my eyes to my cheeks.

"There, there," my Aunt said while wiping my tears away.

"Hey, at least you don't need to go to school, right?" my Aunt said, trying to stay positive.

"Yeah," I said while still crying, hugging my Aunt tightly.

"How about we have dinner tonight at the Steakhouse?" my Aunt said, trying to cheer me up.

"Sure," I said, still crying.

"There, there. I love you, Rhoa-Rhoa. My Rhoa-Rhoa," my Aunt said.

We then cried there for a few hours. I cried a lot. Then I accidentally slept. When I woke up, it was already the afternoon.

Oh no. I'm late for dinner. I then crawled out. There, one of the maids caught me.

"Young Madam Rhoa. Please don't crawl around like that," the maid said.

"Where's my Aunt?" I asked, worried.

"She's preparing to go to dinner with you. I was just on the way to wake you up just now," the maid explained.

"Alright. Let's get ready then," I said, my worries aside. Still, somehow, I felt uneasy.

We then went back to my room. I then chose my most beautiful dress.

"What do you think?" I asked the maid, showing off my dress.

"You look wonderful, Young Madam," the maid said.

The maid then prepared my wheelchair. We then went outside. The maid wheeled me outside. We then went downstairs. As soon as we arrived, my Aunt was waiting by the door. As I got wheeled to the door, I felt that feeling again. People were staring at me. The stare that I always get when people pity me. The stare that I get in malls. Those were the stares of nightmares. But this time felt off. They didn't pity me; they really, really pitied me. It was like something bad was going to happen. Like I was leaving, for good. Whispers then started as I got halfway through the first floor to the front door. Every other day, that trip from the second floor to the door wasn't long. But this time, it felt so long.

As I arrived at the front door, there stood my Aunt. She was also looking odd. Her face looked pressured to do something. She looked down.

"Madam?" the maid said.

"Huh? Yes?" my Aunt said, surprised.

"The Young Madam is ready. Do you want me to wheel her to the car?" the maid asked.

"No need. I'll do it," my Aunt said.

My Aunt then took my wheelchair from my maid. She then slowly wheeled me outside. Halfway through to the car, we stopped.

"Rhoa," my Aunt said.

"What is it, Auntie?" I asked.

"I-If... I do something really, really bad, will you ever forgive me?" my Aunt asked.

I was surprised.

"If it's Auntie, I will always forgive you," I said.

"Promise?" my Aunt said.

"Promise!" I said with a smile.

My Aunt looked at my face and started crying.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" I said, moving my body to see her clearly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," my Aunt said.

"What's wrong? Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry, Rhoa," my Aunt said, crying.

"It's okay. I forgive you," I said, still with a smile.

My Aunt then hugged me.

"Remember Rhoa, no matter where I go, or no matter where you go, we will always love each other. Alright?" my Aunt said, still crying, hugging me tightly.

"Alright," I said.

"Thank you," my Aunt said.

After a few seconds of silence, my Aunt let go of me, proceeded to wheel me to the car. I got inside; my Aunt also got inside. We then drove to dinner. What was that? I asked myself on the way to dinner. Something's very wrong. My Aunt wasn't herself. Something real bad is about to happen. Either to me, or my Aunt.

To be continued....

*Note: This is a work of Fiction. Any Names, Organization, Etc are fictional. So is any actions here.