Falling in Love Too Late

My father hurriedly stopped them from saying any more because he saw Zac lowering his head, afraid that Zac would be upset.

And I quickly received Zac's retaliation.

That beast was Zac's little follower.

They tricked me into saying they would take me on an adventure in the mountains, and then they tied me up.

Zac watched from a distance and said uncertainly, "This is a bit too much, isn't it?"

"Zac, she bullies you so much, she doesn't even give you meat to eat, and you still speak for her?"

"I know you have a kind heart, but she's just an idiot!"

The boys in the countryside also knew I was an "idiot."

They asked me math questions, and if I couldn't answer, they would hit me.

If I could answer, they would hit me even harder.

I went from yelling and cursing in the beginning to pleading for mercy later.

That beast smiled and said, "Beg me, and I'll let you go."

I didn't want to.

So, I was locked up and couldn't go home until nightfall.

I kept hoping my parents would come to find me, but for some reason, they never did.

When I was sleeping, I smelled alcohol, and a hand reached into my clothes.

I screamed.

By the time it was all over, it was pitch black outside.

I don't know how I made it home.

I wanted to knock on the door and heard my mother say, "That damn girl, why isn't she back yet?"

"Mom, it's my fault. Grace said she wanted to go sing, and I couldn't stop her," Zac's guilty voice came.

I could imagine him hanging his head, looking heartbroken, like the best brother in the world.

"Zac, don't take everything on yourself. Grace has always been willful and doesn't listen to you. What can you do?" my father said.

"Should we go look for her?" my mother couldn't help but ask.

"Look for what!? She shouldn't think she can threaten us. I'm not buying it!"

"She is a girl after all. What if something happens?" my mother whispered.

"The people here are simple and honest, what could happen? And, isn't Zac sick? Can't you see he's coughing so badly?"

Yes, Zac was coughing.

And I was just humiliated.

If they had come to find me... all of this could have been avoided.

I never knew that even as a ghost, I could shed tears.

I sadly watched them, and then my father called my boyfriend.

My boyfriend, who had just killed me, said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I don't know where Grace is. She said she wanted to cut ties with you and asked you not to look for her. She also said..."

"What else did she say?" my father trembled with anger.

"She said she was going to a place where you could never find her. I couldn't stop her..."

"Tell her, I won't look for her. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me!"

My father roared in anger and hung up the phone.

He didn't know that at this moment, I was lying there, cold.

Sigh, death really hurt.

However, this could not compare to the pain and nausea I experienced that year.

I remember, I was so scared that I didn't tell my parents, pretending as if nothing had happened.

But, Zac saw me washing my underwear in the middle of the night and figured out what had happened.