Warning: Graphic content ahead. Mentionings of sexual and physical abuse and psychological torture that are not for the faint of heart.

If you are sensitive to this content I advise you to skip it until you see the First Image/Picture Media.

As a victim myself, I hope I did this justice. I hope you have been able to find a safe space.

Please don't give up...there's still hope.

Thank you.

Readers' discretion is advised.

★Y/N POV★

Abuse.

That word I heard at campus coming from my professor as he spoke to the girl in class who had come to school beat up only, made me shiver

Her face was covered from head to toe, in scars.

It reminded me of my high-school days.

Being thrown against a locker shoved into trash cans, and went home with Jackson, who had stopped the bullies whenever he picked me up.

They'd only stop when he yelled at them, the next day at school was just as burdensome as the previous. A continuous and repetitive cycle.

Abuse.

The spit, the names, the scars, and the blood that stained my uniform were only a reminder of how tainted I really was inside.

The yelling, the screaming.

"Orphan bitch are you blind?" "You can't even listen, no wonder they abandoned you." "I heard how much of a slut you were Y/N."

The shoving, the pushing, the kicks, and punches.

Those words were more painful than any bruise they left.

I wasn't abandoned.

It wasn't my choice nor my parent's for me to be left alone in this cruel world.

But that was in the past, right?

High-school bullies had ended, right?

The abuse was gone, right?

No. 

It got worse.

I couldn't shower in the place I call home without feeling glaring eyes behind me, the sound of the wooden door cracking open sending chills down my spine, my hopes being that I was mistaken.

The first time I thought it was an accident.

But the second time I knew what he was doing.

He wanted my body.

But I wouldn't give it to him.

"For fuck's sake, you're my cousin?! Leave me alone!!"

"So? Don't you want to touch me too? Or what? You tell me you'll fuck that guy named Jackson but you won't fuck me, baby?"

My eyes went wide. 

I wasn't having any sort of sexual relationship with Jackson. He was my friend. My protector. This was wrong. He must have been joking!

He couldn't!

He wouldn't!!??

We were family!!

"What? Don't look at me that way you slut! Think I didn't know you were giving yourself to that thug?!" He groaned.

My aunt had gone out to do errands and had left me with him.

Usually, it was ok. I was always able to lock myself in my room.

But this time I wasn't so lucky.

He slapped me.

He hit me onto the floor, beating me with his hands until he pulled my arms away from me.

I didn't want it to happen.

"Please stop!"

But no one would come help. 

I'd be left alone.

I didn't want it. I swear I didn't want it.

Someone save me.

No!!

He was wrong!!

Help!

Someone...

Please...

I beg...

Grabbing the phone I had hidden under my pillow, I remember calling my aunt.

It rang.

1

2

3

...

"Hello? Y/N?"

...

"Hello? Are you there?"

...

"This bitch."

...

She hung up.

What was I supposed to say?

He touched you. Ask for help.

This was my fault no?

But you didn't ask for it. 

I wanted it, no?

You didn't want it.

It was my fault.

You didn't do anything to provoke him.

She'd believe me no?

Her son's word against yours.

But he said I liked it...

You didn't like it.

I could have screamed...

He had your mouth gagged.

But he said my body responded...

He forced you.

It can't be!!

It is.

I'M AN ADULT HOW COULD-

It was abuse.

Maybe it was my fault...

It wasn't

But maybe...

No.

I'm an adult...

...

The call.

I now remembered the call.

Jackson sounded so scared, so timid.

Jackson was not one to back down from something, shy away or be afraid. He feared no one, not even my cousin.

He knew.

He didn't have to say a word to tell me he knew.

"Y/N...how have...is the door locked?"

"No one is home," I answered coldly.

"Y/N...there is something I have to tell you...you have to promise me you won't do anything crazy, please!" he urged.

"..."

"Y/N?"

Looking down at my scars, the blood, the bruises, there was nothing worse I could do to myself.

Wrong.

"I promise," was all I could manage to croak before I heard his words.

The crash had been done by the car my parents were driving. The man in the other car had been hit as my father burst into his lane, the rainy weather making it hard for my father to see the two-way lane.

 Narrator POV

I will be taking over from here...

I think it is fitting I bring this to an end...seeing that Y/N is slowly losing the ability to stay stable and sane enough to narrate for you...

Y/N couldn't handle the news..she begged and pleaded that Jackson was lying, that her parents weren't murderers.

As a refresher, she had called Jae, Jin's brother, a murderer during his funeral, and now here she was...realizing who had been the true culprits behind that night's events...

Her hands...they clicked the red hang-up button.

She walked herself to the balcony.

"I'm sorry..." she said into the cold air.

Who were the apologies for?

For the man, her family had killed...

The man she did not know the name of...

The man who lost his life...

The man she called a murderer...

The man named Kim Seok Jae.