Yoongi

4 Months Ago

"You can stay and rest, I love you." I told Jungkook before opening the door.

He jumped out of his bed and ran to the door, catching me before I left, and kissed my forehead. "I love you too." He said. I smiled as I waved goodbye and headed to the elevator in our apartment complex. I left the building and started walking towards the coffee shop.

I felt sort of uneasy, as if I were being watched by someone, but I looked around and saw only a few cars driving by and a couple walking about a hundred feet ahead of me.

Suddenly, I was pulled into an alley and someone had grabbed me by behind and covered my mouth as I tried to scream. I got a sudden flashback to when I was almost raped outside of the complex, and I remember biting the guy's hand to make him let go.

But I couldn't bite this person's hand. It isn't a hand. It's a cloth..

And I don't even remember what happens before everything suddenly went to black.

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"Stay here, I ran out of fucking alcohol." My father grunted as he stood up from the chair.

I pulled at the rope that was tied to me and to the floor and smirked with my busted lip.

"As if you need any." I laughed loudly, causing him to get angry at me.

"Shut the fuck up!" He slapped my cheek. "Unless you want to starve tonight!"

"You don't even cook right anyways!" I tested him back. He squinted his dark eyes at me and bent down to my level on the floor.

"If you hadn't killed your mother," He slithered out, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Then she would've been here to cook for your sorry ass!" He smacked me once again.

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"Mom, Mom!" I yelled happily.

"Yes honey?" She smiled at me.

"I can't wait to see all of the people there!" I said cheerfully, my gummy smile showing. "There's going to be so many cool music artists and I just- uughhh- I'm so excited!"

"I know, dear." My mom said just as cheerfully as me. "I'm excited too, but remember that you're supposed to be at least fifteen to go, so just act it. You're not too far away from that age anyways." She smiled.

I sat up in my seat and pretended to be fifteen instead of fourteen. "I'm sorry that I couldn't wait until next year, Mom."

"It's alright, I understa-"

Suddenly, I felt myself get slung across the car, seatbelt not helping one bit. After all of the slinging and aching had stopped, I opened my eyes to the horrific sight before me.

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"I-It wasn't me who killed her!" I yelled at my dad. I remember the day like it was yesterday. My mom and I were on our way to a music festival and we were so happy that day. That is, until the car crash had happened.

It killed my mother. The other vehicle had hit her side of the car. If it would've hit my side instead, I would be the one dead, not her..

"You're the fucking one who wanted to go!"

"So did she!" I yelled back. "It isn't my fucking fault, you God damn psycho!" He hit me again.

"Fuck you!" He yelled before closing the door loudly. He had covered the windows with wood and he had about five locks on the door.

I could never escape this hell.

He wants revenge on me for so many things, and I want revenge as well but I can't get it. I could never do anything to hurt my father, no matter how badly he treats me. But .. I know that.. I didn't kill her.

Every time he leaves me alone in this house, I try to think of every possible way out. I try to untie the rope from my hands, but I can never do it. I never was a strong person, he knew that. He knew that I would never hurt him, too.

He uses these things as advantages.

"Police! Open up!" I heard being yelled from outside. I remained quiet for good reasons.

My father had once told me "If the police show up, stay quiet or you'll regret it." I did regret it. He had once got a couple of his friends to pretend being cops yelling outside, so I yelled for help.. My dad walked in with an angry face and said "Told you." And he beat me so much that I wasn't even able to breathe.

So I stayed quiet.

I heard more yelling until finally, I heard a loud bang. It sounded like a gunshot, but I wasn't too sure. I backed up against the wall in fear that my dad would do something else to me. "Anyone in here?!" I heard downstairs.

A tear rolled down my eye at the noises of footsteps and shouts. I couldn't tell if it was real or not. My dad hadn't gone to this extreme with acting out being police, but I never know.

"Check all rooms!" I heard a man yell. "He may be in one of them!" They all scattered.

Suddenly, someone tried to open the door of the room I sat in. I tried to back up even more into the wall, but failed. "Stand back!" I heard.

A gunshot scared the living hell out of me and I began fully sobbing at the fear of the gunshot being pointed towards me instead of the locks on the door. I glanced up once the door was kicked down and saw a tall man in a police suit.

He pointed the gun down and walked towards me in a rush. "What's your name?" The man said. I stuttered as I tried to speak, but he was scaring me to death, so it was hard.

"M-Min Yoongi.." I said with wide eyes.

"Victim found upstairs!" The man yelled into the radio on his shirt. "Don't worry son, we're here to help you." The man said as he started untying the rope around my hands.

I slowly looked up as two more cops walked into the room with another man to the side.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Choi." The other guy said. He knelt down and looked into my eyes with his dark blue ones and he smiled. "I'm very glad that we finally found you, Yoongi." He said.

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GUYS!!

We didn't win the Grammy, but we still are going to work hard for next year.

After all, Joon did say they would return

I'm very proud of these dorks.. 😂💜

Oh yeah, also.. Yoongi is alive skskdjdks