Empty (Punch sequel)

Part 2

"Goodbye Jimin." I heard my mom, yelling back, before hearing the door shutting behind Jimin.

He left.

And I was left alone.

As I was sure I was alone in my room, I turned and took a good look at the room. It felt strange to me. Unfamiliar place. I knew I lost my memory and that any place would seem to be strange to me, but at least I should feel like this was where I should to be.

I sighed one more time and walked to the bookshelf that I was now having in my room. I placed the signed cup in an empty space between the books and smiled, before taking a good look at the books. Most of them, I knew what they were by heart. Like I felt if I opened it I would know what it was about.

The books were divided into two sections. One for novels and the others for galaxy and universe. It really looked like I used to fond of the galaxy. There were a lot of books revolving them.

All the books looked neat and tidy, no dust and no mess. I was sure that this room had been cleaned before I came here.

Almost all the house went through a clean over.

There was this particular book that caught my attention. It wasn't a novel and wasn't a book about the galaxy. It was a book about boxing.
Why a book about boxing was in my library?

I knew I loved boxing. Not really. It was just sport I found in TV while I was shuffling through the channels, bored.

And since Jimin seemed to get annoyed and mad about me watching boxing competition, I started to tease and annoy him, telling him that I loved it and then started slowly to get interested in it.

But it seemed like I really did have something for boxing.

Which made me wonder, why Jimin got annoyed if I always had this interest in this sport

Reaching for the book, I heard the bell ring making me back away, putting the book in its place.

I went out of my room to check the door when my mom waved to me that she was going to open it so I returned inside my room and walked this time toward my cupboard.

It looked like I had a lot of clothes. I smiled, loving them. They looked cute and fresh. Hoodies, skirts, shirts and a couple of jeans and one ripped jeans.

"Was I a Fashionista?" I wondered, laughing at the thought, but stopped when my mom loud voice snapped me, making me stop in my track and froze.

"You took the first from me." I heard my mother yelling at someone
She sounded so angry and upset and I started to get worried and wonder who was at the door.

I opened the door and heard my mother yelling painfully this time. "And you almost took the second one away from me."

Her voice hurt my chest so much and I found my hand started to shake in anger. I was so upset that someone could drive my mom to be this angry.

I made my way downstairs as she yelled, "Don't appear in front of me again."

I saw my mother standing in front a man who looked in his middle thirties. He was a muscular man and had a handsome features. He was wearing black training trousers and a red tight plain shirt. He almost had the same eyes as my mother.

He was looking down in shame in front of my mom and I was impressed by how my mom made such a huge man stand in front of her with respect.

But who this man was and why mom seemed to be so angry, I had no idea. So I started to approach my mom, I caught tears in her eyes, her face was red and her eyes were shooting glares which made blood boil inside of me.