Chapter 59

Lucy's arms bore vivid and painful marks. There were finger marks there, marks that made the girl feel constant fear and disgust, a mix of emotions that only worsened the pain she had endured the previous night.

Ryeon was by her side as they walked through the streets back home, and even though it was seven in the morning, people looked curiously at the pair of young people in their prom attire.

They walked in silence. Ryeon still had the marked knuckles, and it was starting to bother him. He could only think, "I'm not like him. I'm not the bad fruit of that tree."

He had memories of his parents and vividly remembered the relationship they had. He remembered his father's lack of control when angry and wondered if he was like him. Park didn't want to be like a monster.

The marks on Lucy couldn't be hidden by the thin-strapped dress she was wearing, and even though Park offered his long-sleeved shirt for her to wear, the