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I've now put in the description but for those who are already reading this book, there are trigger warnings.

Throughout this story there will be abuse, mental illnesses, self harm, suicide, murder, blood and all that.

If any of these trigger you please do not carry on reading this story, if you do please be ready. If anyone wants to talk about the issues raised in this story my DMs are open, some of these accounts are based on myself (abuse, mental illnesses, suicide, not murder).

Watching Yoongi smoke whilst Jin talks behind the bike shed in English was quite entertaining. Jin would say something I presumed funny and he would laugh and hit Yoongi's shoulder whilst Yoongi just looks at him with disgust.

I bet Yoongi did find whatever Jin said funny, why does he not smile freely? I don't think it's the fact he doesn't like smiling, he doesn't seem that insecure, I wonder if it has something with his past; after all BTS are known for their bad childhoods.

I could ask him, but I'm not sure if we're close enough. He seems rather close to Hoseok and Jungkook, I could ask them both. How ironic of them all being close friends and having some type of relationship with me. I don't want to ruin any bonds of friendship, but is it really my fault?

Then it strikes me, I can't date Jungkook..I'm still fake dating Hoseok. Jungkook thinks I'm dating Hoseok for real, does that mean he wants me to cheat on Hoseok with him? I'm not a cheater and yet I must have seemed that way in the closet. I don't understand why you would date someone you know is willing to cheat. I could ask Hoseok if we could break it off as Hwasa isn't a problem anymore.

Did I just call Hwasa a problem? I'm becoming one of BTS, shit.

Jin laughs again and Yoongi only looks away, I wish he wouldn't smoke. Wait, why do I care? He probably wouldn't listen to me if I did ask him not to, it's his problem not mine if he dies from cancer.

I really am becoming like them.

To be honest I thought I'd never be close to another man for years and yet I'm surrounded by 14 boys. What about Jackson? I don't have a crush on him, he's a handsome gentleman that is husband goals but I'm not sure I want to date him. Did he know I was dating Hoseok? I'm not sure, it must have spread across school.

"Class dismissed."

I look to the bike shed to see Yoongi and Jin gone.

"Hey, Lucy!" Jackson waves and quickly runs up to me. "How are you doing?"

"I need to tell you something," I begin to say. "I'm already-"

"Yeah," Jackson's arm releases me. "I heard at lunch you're dating Hoseok? I never saw that coming to be honest."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Jackson smiles. "If someone truly loves you then they would be content if the person they love is happy, even if it is with someone else."

"Really?"

"Yep." Jackson squeezes my shoulder. "I've got to catch a bus, let's not make ourselves awkward in the future because of the past!"

"Of course, have a safe ride!" I shout as he runs off waving.

Maybe in another universe we'd date, get married, have children and grow old together but not in this one. He deserves better anyway.

Walking out of school I didn't see any of BTS, I saw Jinyoung and BamBam in which I held myself to not go and punch Jinyoung in the face, I waved happily to BamBam.

Plugging in my earphones I gently nodded to the music, Dean is one of my favourite solo artists, I hope to go to one of his concerts..when I have enough money and time.

The walk to the hospital is quick, walking to my mother's room was even quicker, until I was outside her room. Someone was in there, they didn't have the blue clothing the doctors and nurses wore. They were sitting on the chair facing away from me, they were reading a newspaper.

I looked at his fingers, one of them was missing. It's my father.

How did he found out where we were? How did he get here? When did he get here? Why is he here? What does he want? Should I call security and pretend I don't know who he is? Should I confront him?

A security guard walks down the corridor towards me.

"Over here!" I whisper shout, gaining his attention. "Someone's in my mother's room, I don't know who he is!"

"You need to leave." The guard takes hold of my arm and tries to drag me out of the corridor.

"No, not me!" I shout pointing to my father. "Him!"

My father turns around and grins at me before turning back around.

"The only intruder here is you," the guard practically throws me out to the front desk. "Go be a nuisance somewhere else."

"Miss!" I begin to say to the receptionist. "There's been a mix up, you see, my mother is ill and a stranger is in her room-"

"The lady in room 263?"

"Yes, I-"

"It says here her daughter died a few months ago," the woman looks up at me in confusion. "The stranger is her husband."

"Yes, well, it's complicated because-"

"He just paid off all the bills, no stranger would do that." The woman looks back to the computer. "He even brought in evidence of his marriage."

"You have to believe me," I choke. "He's a bad man, he-"

"If you don't leave I'll have to call the police."

"Please-"

"Now."

Holding in sobs, I run out of the door and down the street.

I can't believe he's here.

When she wakes up, the first thing she'll see is him. What if he kills her before she wakes up?

Crying, I sprint down streets and streets, just wanting to go home and sit in a corner.

What if he comes for me again?

I unlock the door and fall into a heap on the floor and cry.

He's going to hurt me again. He's going to hurt me again. He's going to hurt me again.

He's going to find me. He's going to find me. He's going to find me.

He's going to kill her. He's going to kill her. He's going to kill her.

What if he knows where I live? I gave the hospital my number and my address, will he be able to get that infomation.

He's going to get me and hurt me tonight. He's going to get me and hurt me tonight. He's going to get me and hurt me tonight.

I curl up into a ball and memories flash at me.

"Blame your mother, not me." He said to my four year old self as he took the belt that was hanging on the peg. "She's a whore because her parents didn't raise her properly, but don't worry I'll make sure you don't become like your mother."

"Come here and but these sunglasses on."

"Mother, why do I have to wear these?"

"People will get the wrong idea if they see the bruises."

"My arm hurts, I think it's broken."

"Here, bite into this apple and I'll twist it back into place."

"Can't we go to the hospital?"

"Your father won't let us."

"Who do you think you are?" He shouts grabbing my mother by the hair and swinging he head into the grill. "I'm a man and you're a woman, you should respect me!"

"Father, stop it!" I scream over my mothers cries. "Please, don't hurt mummy!"

He stops and for a split second his eyes went soft but they quickly regained themselves.

"Do you want to be beaten instead?"

"I-"

"Well, you should have said so."

"Please, don't-"

He kicked my mother in the face before rolling up his sleeves, walking towards me, grinning.

"Every time you scream I will kick mummy in the face, how's that?"

"Why can't we tell anyone?"

"Because he's a powerful policeman."

Every night I curled up into a ball inside my wardrobe listening to my mothers screams and cries, all because of that monster.

What if he does come for me?

Sobbing, I turn my phone on and scroll through my contacts Yoongi must have put in, Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Guy With The Most Swag, Jimin, Taehyung and Annoying Fetus.

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So who do you think Lucy should call?