*Rina POV*

Knock, knock, knock.

"Go away…." I slurred out, turning over in the bed and covering myself with the blanket more. Why the fuck is my room the closest one to the main door.

Knock, knock…..aggressive knock.

"Oh you might as well just fuck me, you're already banging the goddamn door." I swung my legs to the ground and stood up unsteadily. Fuck, my head hurts.

I blindly found my way to the front door as even the smallest amount of light hurt my eyes. I opened without checking who it was and wasn't surprised to see Anya staring at me with a disappointed face.

"Whut." I lent on the door heavily, feeling the cold surface somewhat waking me up. The harsh elements of winter were nearly freezing me and I could've sworn it was snowing.

"Kyung-hee slept with me last night, I was bringing her back but I saw you-" I grabbed her by her collar as soon as her words registered in my head.

"You what??" I stared Anya down with a dead-serious face, there's no way she would manipulate Kyung-hee to pleasure her, she-

"She slept in my apartment, and yes in my bed cause I only have one bed. Nothing else happened I assure you. She's already had breakfast and is at school." Anya grabbed my hands that were fisted in her blouse and pulled them off her. She still looked disappointed and I tsked at her unhappy face.

"Don't do that to me. I was walking Kyung-hee home from school yesterday and I found you and your dad absolutely wasted, watching a horror movie from the 70's apparently and even though you both were drunk out of your minds you still continued taking shots of vodka and raw sugar." She shook her head and stepped back, giving me space as I stared at the ground in shame. 

"Did she see?" I crossed my arms over my chest, my body being reduced to a quivering mess as I stood in the doorway wearing the thinnest of clothing.

"It doesn't matter. What happened to you...did you finally find out Namjoon's true colours?" Her face grew intensely sad at her own words and I felt hurt and confused at the same time.

"You knew? Why didn't you tell me?" I straightened up, feeling the pain from yesterday returning slightly. How could she just let him do that to me?

"Because you hate me…..so I was trying to get him to tell you." It was her turn to look down, I could tell she felt bad and I didn't blame her. I had been….very hostile towards her.

"Heh...I guess I learned a valuable lesson." I stared at her sheepishly while an uncomfortable silence filled the space between us. Why am I not mad at her? Afterall it was a just a stupid romance that I created from my own stupidity and naiveness..

"Don't find yourself in their company. Namjoon, Taehyung….the whole family has a sick way of doing things. There's no love within them." She turned and began retreating to the footpath. The prominent features of her face twisted with a new type of sadness that I've never seen on someone before.

"No, Anya. I have to….he broke my heart, I can't let him get away with that." I took in a deep breath, feeling angry, feeling revolted by what he had done to me. What he had taken from me.

"From what I can understand your father broke your heart a million times over and you let him get away with that…" Anya looked up, the sparse sunlight radiating off her pure, flawless skin. Why had I never noticed how beautiful she actually was, I guess her attitude had always taken away my attention in the wrong way.

"I haven't let my father get away with anything. His time will come when he will pay for what he put me and my sister through. Just like how Namjoon will pay. I'll make him pay….I'll break him." My hands subconsciously formed fists and I could just feel my heart rate increasing at the thought of him.

Anya looked at me, at first her face resonated with regret but shortly that same expression became molded with determination.

"Not looking like that you aren't." She eyed me up and down with her unforgettable, sassy smile back on her face. I scoffed at her comment but she grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the doorway. Immediately the cold fully settled in around me and I began shivering.

"Hair, nails, outfit, revenge tattoo. We're going." She started pulling me to what I assumed was her car and I fought back trying to return to the warmth of the house.

"Stoppppp, I'm cold and I need to pee." I shook her hand off and trudged back up the steps to the house.

"I have a heater in the car and if you want you can just pee on my chest." She said that last part a little too seductively and I stopped in my tracks, speechless. It was like an invisible hand had gripped onto me, pulling me to a stop right where I was. I wanted to respond, God only knows why my words came out as the most hesitant "No…." I had ever heard in my life.

"You hesitated." She had a smirk on her face that I just wanted to take a wet wipe and wipe the fuck off.

"I was only startled. Get away from me, weirdo." I retreated into the house and locked myself in the bathroom. I heard her calling my name from outside and was relieved she didn't come in. Dad with a hangover was pretty intense.

"Rina babeh." I heard Anya fumbling around outside the bathroom and I rolled my eyes tiredly.

"Do you really wanna be stuck here at home with your hungover asshole father or are you gonna let me doll you up so you can show that idiot Namjoon what he's missing?" Her words definitely made sense and no, I didn't want to face my dad even after spending an entire night drinking with him. What the fuck was I thinking. I quickly finished and washed my hands, Anya smiled when I emerged from the Bathroom. 

"Let's go." She nodded towards the outside with sparkly eyes and even though the last thing I wanted to do was go outside, I reluctantly followed her to a fairly expensive looking sedan. We both got seated inside and she turned the heat on, warming the chilly car up in a matter of seconds. Within seconds we were coasting on the main road, out of the small, easily forgettable town and towards the city.

What the hell have I gotten myself into.