Twenty Five

I woke up tangled in the folds of my covers beside a naked Namjoon. I turned my attention towards him, swiped my hair out of my face so that I could get a better view. I smiled down at his sleeping form as I lay my head down in the hollow of his arm. A peaceful aural energy surrounding him. I wrap my free hand around his torso. I must have dozed off again, because I woke when the door to my room opened up. Abby stood in the door frame. "Rough night?" She held some of my undergarments in her hand. I wanted to scream at her for coming into my room unannounced, but the look that lingers upon her face had me thinking twice. Something seems to be wrong! She mouthed a barely audible word, still I could clearly read the word as it formed on her lips: SORRY! She closed the door behind her, leaving me worried. "Is everything fine? Why is Abby apologising?" Namjoon asked me twin questions. I looked up into his eyes and shrugged my shoulders. I greeted him with a kiss. I sighed into the kiss, which caught his attention. "I should get up. Something feels off," I told him. A small pout appeared on my lips. He laughed at my reaction as he placed another peck on my pouting lips. "Yeah, of course. I'll be right behind you," he assured me with a smile. I got up and dressed myself into something comfortable. A pair of black shorts and a loose T-shirt. A spiral of multi-coloured bloggers of paint decorates the shirt. I turned my attention towards Namjoon as he fastened his pants. I exiled from the room.

My heart physically stopped as I entered the living area. Oh no, this can't be happening! Why is he here? What's he doing in America? Had someone slipped up? Fear arise within me at the speed of light. "Dad!?" "There's my baby girl. You look more like your mother every day," he said as he came closer and pulled me into a tight hug. I took in a sharp breath as I saw Namjoon's figure stiffened in the hallway. "His your father!" He exclaimed loudly. My heart shattered into a million pieces. "Namjoon please, let me explain," I begged him as tears filled my eyes. He stormed out of the apartment, leaving me behind not a single word spoken. How could something so good falls apart so easily? My dad looked down at me disappointingly. "Let me get this straight. The man that you told me about is Asian?" I fall on my knees towards the carpeted floor. Why does it hurt so damn much? Watching him leave, is the hardest thing to do! Is this indeed soul bound? Had my father's terrorism caused me my soul mate? This isn't fair! "Answer me Samantha Jones! Is he the man that you told me about?" I looked up into my father's disgusted eyes. My view blurry and unfocused. "How could you, Sam? They killed your mother!" Dad bellowed angrily. I had just about enough of this. He's always accusing them for something that wasn't even their fault. What I'm about to do would most likely backfire in my face, but I don't give a damn. "Stop it! They had nothing to do with Mom's death. She died by the hands of a pandemic which caused the downfall to a quarter of the world's population. They've lost just as much as we have, if not more." I could see the veins popping in my father's thick neck: "Samantha!" I can tell that he's beyond angry at this point. Even though he called out my name it didn't stop me from continuing. "What your doing is cruel and inhumane. Terrorizing a country because you have to pin the blame on someone to stroke that giant ego of yours. Mom isn't coming back, but you should know that better than anybody else seeing how you've remarried only two years after her passing!" All of my bottled up anger came bubbling out. My father pinched the bridge of his nose. I wish that Namjoon was here to hear my entire one-sided conversation. It only took one date and a kindled flame, but I'm absolutely infatuated with him. I trusted him irrevocably. Trusting someone to that level of intensity doesn't come naturally, yet with him it's profound. Last night we were passionately wrapped up in raw affection. Now, here I am alone, trying to safe the little pieces that still remains.

The path ahead seems dark and twisted. It feels like I've been swollen up by the abyss of a nightmare. Hoping internally that I would wake up in his arms. I don't! It's very much reality! Would our love survive this? If not, the memory of him will haunt me for all eternity. I need to get away. Seeing him would only make me cry. "If you don't want me to hurt him, I suggest that you stay away from that piece of garbage," my father's warning shook me back to reality. I looked up at him in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare!" I spat like an poisonous snake ready to attack. "You of all people should know what I'm capable of Samantha. Don't test me," his reply shocked me. I snarled at my father, anger visible on my face. I can tell that he could see it too. "I am not a child! I'm a fully grown woman. Don't come into my house and threaten me or my friends. You have no right! You may be my father, but continue on this path that your on and you won't have a daughter in me for much longer! Mom would be so disappointed in you for completely losing your way," I stood up from the spot I had been sitting in for a while and left. The heartache on my father's face as I spoke those words is enough to push me over the line. I locked myself in my room, pulled out a suitcase and packed up a few of my things. I have to get away for a little while.