Chapter 14: His Confusing Way of Thinking

This morning it rained heavily again.

I stood on the windowsill, watching the rain pouring down non-stop. There was no chirping of birds, nor did the voices of my maids, which were usually familiar to my ears. It's still six in the morning. Usually, at this hour, the people at my home are already busy preparing breakfast, sweeping, washing clothes, and waking me up.

This time I didn't need to be woken up. I woke up alone since I was disturbed by a bad dream that made my sleep not sound. When I woke up and found myself asleep in this strange room, it seemed that I still had to deal with ongoing nightmares. I struggled to close my eyes again and decided to stare at the raindrops falling through the bedroom window.

The rain makes the atmosphere gloomy. I sighed and looked back at the ground outside, now muddy. My hand gently massaged my throbbing forehead. All night crying makes my head feel so heavy. I want to take medicine to relieve it. Maybe I can ask Zo.

Zo…

That bastard.

My hands ruffled my hair to deliver the frustration I felt. When I woke up earlier, the bastard was no longer in the room. Maybe he left while I was asleep.

I felt so confused watching his changing attitude.

My eyes glanced at the magazine lying on the table. Last night Zo read the fairy tale as if he were a kind-hearted person who liked to comfort people. Whereas previously, he satisfied his lust by using my body. He also apologized to me and rubbed my head until I fell asleep. It's very awkward to say and do for a criminal who has just sexually assaulted his victim.

I can't understand his way of thinking.

Amid my daydream, the bedroom door suddenly opened and revealed the figure I had just thought of. This time he did not come alone. A guy also appeared, following Zo behind him. Looks like the guy is younger than me. He entered with a paper bag and a tray of food which was then placed side by side with a magazine on the table. The boy glanced at me briefly, then gave me a light smile.

I was confused and just stared at them both without blinking.

After that, Zo thanked the boy, and the boy rushed off. Zo locked the bedroom door and left an uncomfortable aura in this room. The man took a paper bag and held it out to me.

"Take it."

I ignored those words and chose to look back at the bedroom window. Zo sighed and called my name in his hoarse voice.

"Minka," he called. "Take this paper bag. You won't regret it."

I still don't want to do what the man said. "I won't," I answered quietly. "Go."

Zo sighed louder than before. With firm steps, the man walked over to me with a paper bag. My body automatically backed away until my back hit the wall behind me.

"Don't be afraid," Zo said.

The man pulled my right hand so that my body got closer to him. I lowered my head, feeling as though he could attack me again at any moment. What's more, my wrist is still tightly gripped.

However, what happened was the opposite. The man loosened his grip on my wrist. My eyes follow Zo's fingers, which slowly intertwine them with mine. His five fingers are now intertwined with my five fingers. I glanced at his face, which was now softer than before.

I hastily released the intertwined and took two steps back from him.

"What?" I asked briefly. I couldn't help but glance at the thing he was carrying.

The man didn't answer and just shook his head. He held out his hand again to me. "Just take it and open it," he replied.

This time I obeyed. My hand grabbed the paper bag and opened it. I was surprised when I found that it contained several items in my college bag. The bag that I asked Zo about was where it was.

"It's…" I was at a loss for words. "You said you threw it away?" I asked quietly.

"Only some of your things that I was able to save. The others have already been destroyed." Zo walked away, leaving me still shocked by the contents of the paper bag in my hand. "I told you if you obey me, you'll be fine. You were a good girl last night."

I was stunned by the answer. Have I been a good girl?

I don't understand what the definition of a good girl is like. Is it because I just "obeyed" when he raped me? Am I that despicable in his eyes?

I ignored his hanging words and chose to take out the contents of the paper bag in my hand. Most of the contents of my bag are still there. There were books, lip cream, a comb, glass, a pen, and tissue. Only my wallet and cell phone disappeared. Of course, those two things will not return to my hands.

I looked at Zo. He was sitting while rubbing his hand on his chin, covered with a thin beard. Every now and then, he would ruffle his hair to make a messy impression which, for some reason, I think suits him. The man was staring at me intently as if he was waiting for me to say something.

"Thanks," I said quietly.

His sharp gaze turned even shadier after I said that word. The man then waved his hand once, asking me to come closer to him. I hesitantly walked over to him. I sat on the bed and was surprised at the breakfast menu, which this time was very different from before. The tray was filled with a toast, two slices of bacon, an apple, a glass of water, and chocolate milk.

"Eat. Don't make yourself starving. I'll go first."

I furrowed my brows, again amazed at his words. He had never said goodbye before. Usually, that person would walk away without saying goodbye. Why did he just say goodbye to me? Why was he being friendlier than before?