The rest of the day the went in a haze. Everything went so fast, I don't even get a chance to ponder about what happen on the terrace. I was literally confused by my own emotion.

I don't know, should I be happy or should I be sad. One moment I was feeling very happy that he give me a chance, and another moment I became very sad that he's just testing me.

At least I should feel grateful that he considers me, he clearly stated that 'dating is a waste of his time'. I shouldn't behave like a brat. I should be very grateful that the school's most perfect boy is even considering my proposal.

I kick a small pebble as I was walking my easy towards my home. It was evening time, but as dark could be cast all over it makes it seems like pitch black night.

As soon as my apartment building came, I saw that light of our house was on. That's mean dad is here. He usually don't come home, he's always either working very late or he'll be on his business trips.

I sigh, my relationship with my father. We won't talk with each other for days when we argue. He's always taking out my faults and my weak points. He has never supported me. He has changed, a lot.

"I'm home." I yell as I enter into our house.

"Welcome back." He replied as he stood up from his usual place, his armchair as he was reading the newspaper, which was a month old. His tone was very strict, something's up.

"Welcome back to you too dad, it was almost a week you weren't at home. How are you?" I ask politely even though I was not in the mood to.

"I am not fine, which parents will be fine when they find their child doing things which that don't like." He said a little bit louder. This was enough to give me goosebumps.

"I don't get it dad?" I ask in confusion, as there are many things I do which I he don't like, existing is one of them.

He just took out my canvases from his bag! What is it doing with him and his bag!? My eyes become wide as realization hit me.

"DID YOU JUST GO THROUGH MY STUFF?" I shout.

"Don't shout, didn't I strictly tell you not to paint anymore, when you'll understand simple language. I really didn't like it, stop wasting your time. Give all your attention to your studies instead!" He shouted.

"No! I won't! This is the only thing I'm good at! And for your information, I try my best in studies. I study all night and day just for your satisfaction. I just don't want you to disappoint anymore.

It is not my fault that I am dyslexic, huh? Tell me dad, is it my mistake that I have dyslexia, that my brain has difficulty in memorizing, difficulty in spelling, difficulty in thinking and understanding anything. T-" I was cut by him as he abruptly went towards the kitchen with my canvases.

My eyes become wider than before

"Dad! No! Please stop!" I said as I ran to the kitchen. But by the time I reach towards the kitchen, he had already put my precious drawings were already on burning stove.

"This is your punishment. For not listening me, for shouting at me and for mention the disease. There is nothing like that. Do you understand?" He asks.

By the time I was sitting on the floor and was a sobbing mess. I was really attached to my drawings as this is the only thing I can do gracefully.

"I'm leaving again, will be back  in a couple of months. Be an obedient child. I'll tell our neighbors to cook food for you. And I suggest stop being a burden on me and another, I am ordering you to learn cooking. Good bye." With this he takes his suitcase which was already ready.

Like nothing ever happen, he leaves. He came for an hour and just like that he make me disturb for days. He never hurt me physically, but he always kills me emotionally and mentally.

After some time I stand up and wipe my tears with my hand. No need to worry, you'll make more and better than this one. With this I fake a smile, just for my sake.

I change into my pajamas and brush my teeth before sleeping. I am not in any mood to eat. Again, I cried myself to sleep.

Dear God, why did you give me dyslexia? Why? And most of all, why did you take my mom from me, who was the only one to support me.

***

Once again I wake up by my alarm clock. Again, I follow the routine like a robot.

Wake up, wear slippers, look in the mirror and see yourself as a ghost, brushing, bathing, combing, wearing uniform, eating a 'jam' sandwich and ran my way to school.

As usual, I reach at school on time, but there was a difference. This time Jimin he was standing there, he the was looking impatient and watching his wristwatch. Maybe he was waiting for one of his friend.

He was looking so handsome and cute at the same time because he was pouting his lips. Today I have been blessed with such a godly sight. I have never seen him pouting.

My heart was already racing, but I didn't stop for him as he clearly said nothing is officially so why should I meet him?

"Hey stupid!" Someone yells, and the someone was definitely Jimin. I turn around and see him coming at me. Many students were looking at us, did he just call me stupid?

"I was waiting for you, next time don't be late." He said and throw his bag at me from some distance. Didn't able calculate anything, his bag directly hit my face, making me fall on my butt. Also, my face maybe gets some rashes.

All people around me started to laugh because of the scene, he just made, was throwing a bag at me was necessary?

"Are you okay?" Jimin came towards me ask.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but I guess I got some scratches." I replied.

My heart melted as he just ask me that if I'm okay, so sweet of him. I feel thousand of butterfly fluttering in my stomach, and again I blush.

"I was not asking you stupid, I was asking my bag, which is obviously more expensive and important than you." He said making my smile disappear.

Again, people around us erupt in another round of laughter. Why is he doing this?

"You can't even catch my bag? You nice, keep going." He said as he extends his hand towards me.

I didn't grab his hand for support. I stand up and dust my skirt which was clearly dirty with dust.

"Here hold this for me." He said while giving me his bag.

"And why?, I see you have two hands?" I said as I cross my hand across my chest.

"You're breaking rule number five and six." He said in reminding tone.

I sigh and take his bag from his hand.

"Now what?" I ask.

"Keep your attitude to yourself. Shall I recall how pitiful you were begging for a chance." He taunt.

I didn't say anything but keep my eyes down. He's been right though, now I am under him. Now he's blackmailing me, nice. My crush is blackmailing me, in some or other way.

"Follow me my errand girl." He said and start to walk towards his class.

Wow, now I'm an errand girl, next what? Personal maid? I was suppose to be his girlfriend not an errand girl.

"Stupid, walk fast, I am not like you, I have dignity to maintain, so I don't wanna end up late." He said.

I sigh and start to walk beside him.

God, I didn't sign up for this and this humiliation.

***

A/N

I know I told two hours but took six instead. My sister was been my sister, annoying and disturbing the heck out of me. Plus I was distracted by seven handsome boys.

Also those who don't get what  Dyslexia is here is a short summary.

• A learning disorder characterised by difficulty reading. Dyslexia occurs in children with normal vision and intelligence.

• Symptoms include late talking, learning new words slowly and a delay in learning to read.

• People may experience:

Cognitive: difficulty memorising, difficulty spelling, or difficulty thinking and understanding

Developmental: learning disability or speech delay in a child

Also common: delayed reading ability, headache, or speech impairment

• It is thought to be caused by impairment in the brain's ability to process phonemes (the smallest units of speech that make words different from each other). It does not result from vision or hearing problems. It is not due to mental retardation, brain damage, or a lack of intelligence.

All clear? If not then I can explain, you can ask me.

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