Weathering The Storm

Wonho's POV…

I sat outside in the car garage, debating on whether I wanted to go inside the house or not. Every time I thought about getting out of the car, the thought of having to defend myself from being on the road with my bandmates to my fiancée would quickly make me change my mind. For the past three months, Salena and I have been arguing about me always being on the road touring, me not spending enough time with her, and her hearing rumors about me being with someone else.

After taking two deep breaths and deciding to go into the house, I stepped out of the car and locked the door behind me. I walked into the living room, ready to be bombarded with questions and unfounded accusations about whom I was sleeping with while out on tour. To my surprise, that didn't happen. Instead, I'm met with several luggage totes sitting at the bottom of the stairs. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I walked slowly up the staircase and mentally prepared myself for the argument that was about to take place between Salena and me.

“Babe, what is the meaning of the packed bags at the bottom of the stairs?” I asked as soon as I walked into the room and saw Salena sitting on the bed. I didn't bother with greeting her because it would only prolong the inevitable. I was too tired from the long flight and the boring-ass meeting we had to attend with our management teams as soon as our flight landed to be faking pleasantries.

“Can't you tell, Wonho? I'm leaving.”

“I see that, but my question is Why, Salena?”

“Because I'm tired of living in this big, cold, lonely house by myself. If I wanted to be living by myself, I might as well be single.”

“Babe, Can we please talk about this in the morning or at least when I get out of the shower?”

“Sure, we can talk about this in the morning.” She replied, getting off the bed and pecking me on the right cheek.

I walked into the bathroom feeling like something didn't feel right about how easily Salena gave into my request. Not thinking anything else of the situation, I closed the bathroom door behind me and began to strip naked.

Damn, It felt good to be in my home showering in my own tub after being on the road touring for weeks. Even the warm water running down my face felt different from the water in the hotel we were staying in. To some people, what I'm saying might sound crazy, but you'd know this feeling if you've ever spent a long period away from home as much as I did. Everyday experience that I get to do at home nowadays feels more enjoyable and meaningful. Like sleeping in my bed and watching an old movie with Salena alone. At first, being on the road touring and doing concerts was new and exciting, but once I got use to it, it all became boring to me. It made me wish that I was back at home with the people that I love, the people I left behind to chase after my dreams of becoming famous.

Hopping out of the shower, I wrapped a plush, lavender towel around the lower part of my body, then walked over to the sink and brushed my teeth. I walked into the empty bedroom with water still clinging to my bare chest. I hurriedly dried off and put on my black boxers and a white tee-shirt, then walked across the hall to the bedroom Salena normally sleeps in after we argue.

The first thing I noticed upon approaching the bedroom door was that inside the room was too quiet. This was highly unusual behavior for Salena. Normally, when she's upset with me, she would blast music throughout the night while at the same time ranting and raving about how selfish I am. “Maybe she's asleep,” I murmured to myself, then slowly opened the door. “Salena, are you asleep?” I asked out loud as I flipped the light switch on. I was greeted with nothing but an eerie silence and an empty room. The bed looked like it hadn't been touched at all.

The sneaky suspicion that she left while I was taking a shower came rushing to the forefront of my mind as I ran down the stairs. My suspicion was proven correct when I noticed that the luggage bags that were sitting at the bottom of the staircase when I entered the house were gone. In the Center of the coffee was her cellphone with a small handwritten note beside it.

“Wonho, it's over between you and me. I don't love you anymore and even if I did, I can't put up with you always being on the road touring and having women throwing themselves at you. If you love me like you say you do, you'll let me go. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the cowardly way I chose to end things between us. If you can't, I understand why. Please take care of yourself and I hope that you find someone who is the best fit for you.

After balling, the note up, I slung it across the room, then slumped down onto the sofa with my eyes closed. Leaning my head back against the sofa, I let my emotion have free rein to do whatever it wanted to do until I felt it slipping too far out of my control. Hopping off the sofa, I went upstairs to put on a pair of red joggers and my black Nike running shoes, then jogged down towards the beach.

The tiredness I was feeling before walking into the house has completely vanished. It was replaced with feelings of hurt, betrayal, and anger. I was hurt because Salena was the woman I had promised to spend forever with. The woman who said that she could deal with me having to tour frequently while at the same time having women potentially throwing themselves at me when she's not around. She promised me that if she ever had any doubt about our relationship, She would come to me first and hash things out instead of just throwing in the towel. With these painful thoughts roaming around in my head, I wandered along the beach.

The soft whimpers of someone crying close by halted my footstep and made me pay attention to my surroundings. A few feet in front of me standing at the edge of the water stood a woman weeping with her face lifted towards the sky.

"Why can't I ever do anything right? What's so wrong with me that I can't find someone to love me for me?” She asked out loud in a pain-stricken voice. “Maybe everyone is right about me being a nobody, a doormat that's meant to be asked all over. Perhaps I should just end it all here, it's not like anyone would miss me if I did anyway.” I heard her say as she began to walk towards the water with her face still lifted towards the sky. For a second there I just stood shocked at what I just heard. A part of me didn't want to believe that I was witnessing someone trying to end their life.

“Miss, please stop,” I yelled when it dawned on me that this was real. “Miss, please don't do this,” I called out again as I raced towards the water. My heart began to pound harder and harder in the confines of my chest the further I saw her walk out into the water. “Please let me make it to her in time.” I voiced out loud as I jumped into the cold water and began to swim toward her. I reached out and grabbed her around the Waist just as her head disappeared under the water.

“What are you doing?” She angrily asked while struggling to free herself from my grip.

“Saving you from yourself!”

“Why would you want to save a nobody like me? Please don't waste your energy on me.” She pleaded while still struggling to set herself free.

“Everybody is a somebody. Most importantly, your life should mean something to you, even if don't no one else values it.” I told her as I dragged her back onto the sandy beach.

“You don't understand what kind of life I've lived thus far. If you did, you'd understand why I don't belong in this world.” She replied, getting off the ground and heading back towards the water I just dragged her out of.

“You're right, I don't understand what kind of life you've lived, but I do know that you're not about to commit suicide while I'm around,” I replied. Lifting her off the ground and placing her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, “Put me down.”

“Alexa, lock down the house,” I called out before placing her on her feet.

“You do know that it's illegal to hold someone at your house against their will, right?” She asked while tugging on the front door.

“Here, you go ahead and report me to the police, and while you're at it how about you tell them that you're trying to commit suicide,” I replied shoving my cell phone into her hand.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked after placing my phone back into my hand.

“I'm not doing nothing, but trying to prevent you from making a mistake.”

“You don't know anything about me, not even my name, so why does it matter to you if I live or die?” She tearfully mumbled.

“I don't have to know you to know that killing yourself isn't the best answer to solving a problem.”

“Well, you're the only person I've met other than my sweet Grannie who thinks that way.” She replied, trying to force the door to open again.

“The doors and the windows aren't going to unlock by you yanking on them. They'll only become unlocked at the command of my voice and one other person.” I respond while dragging her away from the door.

“Mr. If I promise not to try to harm myself, will you let me leave?”

“No!” I ran up the stairs and grabbed a thick blanket out of one of the spare bedrooms when I saw her begin to tremble.

Wrapping the blanket around her body, I asked, “What are your parent's names and numbers?”

“They're dead!”

“What is your boyfriend or husband's name and number?”

“I don't have either one.”

“Well, How about your Grannie, then?”

“Bless her sweet soul, but she's no longer here in this world with me either.” She emotionally murmured then asked, “why do you need their name and number for anyway?”

“Because I don't feel safe letting you out of my sight. Especially not after seeing that you're not in the right frame of mind to be by yourself.”

“I promise you I'm fine now, Mr.”

“Bullshit.”

“So let me guess you're just going to hold me, hostage, until tomorrow?” She asked while rolling her eyes at me.

“Yes, unless you supply me with a name of a family member who can come get you, or I could just drive you straight to the hospital and have you admitted for your safety. Now choose which route you want to take.”

“Since I don't have any family here, and I don't want to go to the hospital, I guess I'll be stuck here with you until in the morning.” She begrudgingly replied. She slumped down on the sofa with a defeated expression on her face. “You're not some crazy-ass murder that likes to prey on Vulnerable females, are you, Mr.…?”

“The name is Wonho Lee. It shouldn't matter whether I am or not, seeing as you were trying to kill yourself anyway, Ms…?”

“Kelsey Thomson… are you a Crazy ass murder?”

“No I'm not, but if I were, you'd be dead by now, don't you think?”

“Maybe you're the type that likes to get your victim to trust you before you do your evil deed.”

“You can sleep here on the sofa or in the first bedroom on the right upstairs. I'm going to bed.” I replied, ignoring her last statement. I walked to my room and took another shower before going to bed. I lay back on the bed underneath a thin white sheet, thinking about the bruises I saw on Kelsey's face, neck, and arms. “It's none of your business wonho," I say over and over to myself, thinking maybe I will just forget about it. After twenty minutes of telling myself the same thing over and over again, I threw on a pair of black joggers, and a white t-shirt, then walked out of the room.

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