[M] Dont Forgive (1/1)

The room still with silence even more. I couldn't understand the words coming out from Youngji's mouth. "Ch-child" I had to repeat what she told me. A single tear drop down her pale cheeks. "Our child" she continued, she bit her lower bottom lip, a little tear . "This is why I hate you, I hate that I loved a being created by what you did to me!" she hit me in the chest, her soft hands felt weak pounding against my burn hearted chest. I wanted to cry, to let myself die from those bullets that had hit me earlier. I hurt her, I hurt her.She tend to my wound as I looked at her, how much she had change and how beautiful she's gotten. "Why were you there?" I ask her, slightly surprise by my question she cleared her throat and hesitated to answer. "I..I'm homeless now. My parents are gone. I needed a job and they said that I would be able to get a job if I followed them...I decline but one guy had knocked me in the head and thrown me in the trunk before I could call for help." My whole body tense, my blood boil, they had hurt her too. "There" she said as she squeeze the newly cleaned cloth around my wounded arm. Quickly I grabbed her arm, she stop and look at me. I wanted her again, I wanted to kiss her full lips, I wanted to touch her so bad. As my hand reached up to touch her she backed away. "Don't do this" she turned away and sat across from me, hugging her legs up against her chest. My eyes lids begun to fall, don't ever forgive me for what I did, don't ever.The pain came back as I spent my time in this room with him. I thought about the months I loved our child, the months I've spent grieving how my innocence was taken away. Yet, it still hurts to turn away from him. His eyes as he look at me, the warm big hands which still numbs my own body as it caresses me. I watch him fall into a slumber his exposed chest heaving up and down. He was someone who I had wished I've never involve my life in, but here I was thinking back to when he took me. I couldn't stop thinking about him, I've live my five long years just holding onto the thread of string that maybe he was alive and safe. I don't know what it was but it kept me living after my parents was gone. I scooted forward once more checking on his wound and then I looked at him. Slowly I led my hands towards his face and I touch the side of his face, circling my thumb around on his cheekbone then slowly to h