I'm not sure how long I stood there frozen. I'm not sure when I started to hyperventilate. I'm also, not sure when I blacked out. All I remember is waking up to Taehyung sweet voice.

"Baby, baby please wake up. Noona...Noona."

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself laying in my comfortable bed, Taehyung sitting next to me his hands on both sides of my face.

"Oh thank god." He breathed out. "Baby, are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"Tae...where...where is that paper I had in my hand?"

"What paper?"

"THE PAPER I FOUND UNDER MY TIRE....WHERE IS IT?" I shouted shooting up and jumping out of my bed.

I ran into the living room where Taehyung and I had our amazing moment. I looked around on the floor and saw a pile of my clothes. I didn't even notice that Tae had thrown his shirt over me. I fell to my knees digging through the pieces of clothing to find the same piece of paper that cause terror to poison my veins.

'I FOUND YOU'

I held it in my hand in a daze.

No.

It can't....it can't be real.

This can't be happening.

Not when I'm finally happy.

Not when I have Tae and all the boys.

Taehyung came and knelt beside me. "Baby, what is it?"

"Get out." I said almost inaudible.

"What?"

"Get out!" I shouted clutching the paper to my chest.

I stood up and ran to my bedroom locking the door. Then I ran into my bathroom locking that door behind me.

HOW...How could he have possibly found me? I'm over 3 hours away from the city I grew up in. 5 hours away from the university I graduated from. I changed my name, legally. I changed my phone number. I even got a nose job and gastric bypass surgery. I'm a whole different person! How could he have possibly found me?!

Panic started to shroud me. My breathing become short and I started gasping for air. I feel as if the walls are coming in, and my vision becomes double as I stumble backwards into the water of the tub. It was cold. How long had I been passed out for?

I can hear Taehyung pounding on my bedroom door shouting my name. I can hear the fear in his voice as well. He's so confused...so scared for me. No. I can't allow Tae harm, I cant allow him to get hurt. But I cant move. Suddenly I hear a loud crack, then more pounding. This time, the pounding is on my bathroom door.

"Noona...please what is going on? What is this paper? Please open the door baby."

I still am unable to move. After over a year...I finally find happiness. I finally find love. And I haven't been able to tell him yet. I stood up slowly, the water from the bath dripping from me with every step. Eventually the pouding stopped and all I could hear with Taehyung crying, and begging for me to open the door. So I did.

The look on his face was heartbreaking; completely and utterly. He scooped me up in his arms and I couldn't stop shaking.

"Baby, please." He whispered. "Please tell me what's going on, why did you get in the water?"

"I...I...You need to go." I whispered back with tears falling down my cheeks.

"What? NO!" He said loudly. "I am not going to leave you like this."

"I d-don't want you here." I stuttered.

He pulled back to look into my eyes. "You're lying."

"Please Tae, go away."

"I SAID NO!" he shouted at me. "Now damn it, tell me what's going on!"

I broke down. I sobbed hard and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Tae...I'm so scared." I whispered between sobs.

He knelt down and picked me up to hold me in his arms. He took me into the living room and sat on the loveseat I had next to my couch. He rocked me as I cried into his neck. He also hummed to me; and even in my state of panic, Taehyung was able to calm me down. Eventually my sobs lessened to sniffles and Tae started to speak.

"I don't know what that paper is, but you can tell me. I'm here."

"Tae..." I whined. "You need to leave me alone. From now on. We can't be together, it's not safe."

I felt his body tense and his breath hitch.

"Do...do you not want to be with me anymore?" his voice cracked at the end.

"I do!" I sobbed. "But he found me...it's not safe anymore...if he found out about you –"

"Who baby, if who found out about me?" he asked pulling me to look at him.

I looked into his deep chocolatey eyes and all I see is all I've ever seen when he looked at me. So I decide to trust him. He needs to know. I wiped my eyes dry with a bit of his help and after taking a deep breath...

"Parker Davis." I said simply. A name I had not dare speak since the death of my parents.

"Who is he?" Tae asked as he tightened his grip on me.

"He's a fucking psychopath, that's who he is." I said out of anger. "He ruined my life...and now that I'm finally happy he's back to ruin it again!" I shouted.

I went to move off of Taehyung's lap but he held on to me tightly. "Baby, you need to tell me more...please..."

Should I? Should I tell him everything? I love him so much, I don't want to lose him. I started to tear up again and my cheeks became wet.

"I don't want to lose you." I whispered. "I love you."

There. I said it. I looked up to Taehyung worried that I spoke too soon. His eyes were light and a smile spread across his face. Despite my fear, despite the nerves, he held on to the back of my neck and pulled my forehead to rest softly on his.

"I love you too, Noona." He said with a smile. "Nothing...and I mean nothing you tell me can keep me away." He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss. His lips tasted like happiness, and again my body relaxed feeling safe. He continued to kiss me with gentle pressure that made me swell in love and adoration. When he pulled away he looked into my eyes.

"Tell me what's going on...tell me who Parker is."

I scooted next to Taehyung taking another deep breath. He wouldn't let me get off him completely so my legs were draped over his thighs. He placed his hands on my calf's and rubbed them softly with his fingertips. He waited patiently for me to tell him my story.

"Parker Davis was someone I met freshman year of college. I didn't know him, and I never really spoke to him. I went to school for 7 years not really know what I wanted to do so the year I was supposed to graduate he was in a class of mine. It was a class where the final grade was a project. The project was for the most part up to us, but we had to have partners. Our professor had already assigned us partners and Parker was mine." I paused gaging his reaction, but he was listening intently. I sighed and continued. "All I really knew about him was that he kept to himself. He didn't talk to a lot of people but I wouldn't say he didn't have friends. I had seen him around campus and had more than one class with him throughout the years and he always seemed normal. Nothing really out of the ordinary with him. For the most part we met in public for our project. We ended up explaining the concept of communication and language. How subtle queues from people say more than the words they use. It was his idea and I thought it was total garbage but it sounded good. The last night we had to be sure we had all of our words down and all of our notes in order so I went to his apartment. His roommate wasn't there and..." I choked a little on my words but powered through it. "He tried to kiss me. He had this...thought in his head that our entire project was just a huge way of telling me how he felt. I was kind, I didn't embarrass him. I simply told him I didn't feel that way about him. the next day he didn't show up to class. Our project was ruined and I fought with the professor that it wasn't me who chose the partners and that she needed to let me do something to make up my grade. She told me I could write a paper on our project and that as long as it was in on time she'd give me a passing grade. So I did. I passed and graduated. The night of my graduation I kept feeling as if someone was watching me. As if I was never alone, and I went to the bathroom in a bar me and my friends were in, and when I came out of the stall he was there, standing in front of the door. He kept going on and on about how I teased him and how I lied about my feelings. That he knew I was in love with him but I wouldn't admit it. He tried kissing me again but when I tried getting away he got angry. If my friend had not come looking for me he would have...forced himself on me. He never left me alone, he would send me flowers to work, to my house. He would send me letters and post cards, gifts. Everything he sent me I would always send back. He would show up to my work, which eventually got me fired. Finally he broke into my apartment. I lived alone and he...he..." I couldn't finish. But I think Tae knew what I was trying to say. I could feel his grip on my leg tighten, and the look in his eyes became, angry.

"He...forced himself on you?" he whispered.

I nodded tears falling down my face. In a quick movement he pulled me back to his lap and engulfed me in a tight hug. I decided to continue.

"I was so afraid, all the time. I went to my parents house to live with them because it was far away from the city I lived in where he was. One day...when they went out go get groceries they ran into him at the store. They confronted him and told him to leave me alone. The only reason why I know that is because my mom called me and told me about it. They said he ran out of the store and they thought he finally got the message. I waited for them to come home, and it had been hours so I started to get nervous. Then there was a knock on the door and two police officers where there telling me that my parents were in the hospital due to a car crash. They eventually explained that the breaks on the car they were driving had failed. I made my way to the hospital and I didn't even get to say goodbye to them before they both passed. After the funeral I found out that the break line in their car had be severed so that if they were to break hard it would snap."

I looked back up to Taehyung seeing the sadness in his eyes. But I had to say it.

"He's the reason they're dead."