"Why did he do that...? What did I do wrong...?"

"I...I saw them last night..." he worsens my state with this sentence. "I got mad and yelled at him for doing this to you...I threw this bitch out of the house, and I left for a few hours because I was about to blow up and hit her...I was about to call him names because of the rage I felt...and I knew I had to go and calm down..."

"What did you see...? What do you mean by that...?" my heart nearly stops beating, my entire body weakening and trembling. "You don't need the—"

"Tell me," I interrupt him, and he tears up, looking deeply affected by this.

/ flashback \

'JOONHA'S P.O.V'

My eyes open, the lack of light in the room telling me that the sun went down. At the feeling of using the bed with me, I peek at my left but see y/n sleeping with Choco near her face.

I smile at the sight of the cat ears she is wearing but check what time it is.

It is twelve forty. I have no idea when I fell asleep, but I wish I did not. Feeling pretty thirsty, I get out of the bed and walk out of the room as quietly as possible to not wake y/n up.

Once the door is closed, I yawn and stretch while moving downstairs, but the closer I get to the lower floor, the louder some noise is becoming. I stop myself at the last step and listen to what is happening, not understanding what is happening since my dad is supposed to be the only one home with y/n.

"Jungkook," a female moan that does not sound so unfamiliar to me fills the room in a whisper, and my heart slams into my chest at the thought of what is going on in the living room. Some lewd sounds add even more disturbing actions. "Harin...w-wait."

I do not stand on my spot anymore as soon as I hear this name, but when I catch sight of what is happening, my dad kissing and touching her while she is undoing his belt, I cannot even hold back from yelling. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I startle them both, the woman, who is naked on my dad's lap, covers her breasts, and for some reason, I tear up. "Get the fuck out of this house, you fucking whore."

"Joonha—"

"Don't fucking talk to me," I cut him off as the bitch picked up her clothes and ran towards the door behind me, but out of rage, I do not control myself, I grab her by the throat when she passes by me and throw her against the table. "Do not ever think about coming back here or approaching y/n. I told you to never fucking come back in this house, you fucking bitch, so I can assure you that if I ever see your fucking face one more time, I won't hold back from hurting you till you beg me to kill you. Got it?" I tighten my grip around her throat, staring right into her eyes, remembering all the things that she made y/n go through.

She nods to me, not showing the strength she uses to hurt y/n, and she grabs my wrist. "You're hurting me..." she asks me to release my hold, suddenly turning into someone weak. "This is hur—"

"Joonha!" my father shouts at me without even standing up. "Stop..."

"Stop?" I clench my jaw but abruptly let go of her, and she runs out "Why the fuck would I stop? Am I maybe hurting your slut?" my blood boils the more he is remaining speechless and not even apologizing. "I fucking hate you," I stare at him, and he keeps his eyes on me but barely reacts. "Don't say that, Joonha..."

"You're so disgusting, and I thought you were better than that, but you're just an asshole. You made y/n believe in so much stuff and played with her, you told me you liked her! But you still fuck this worthless whore?!"

"Do not talk to me like that, alright?" he does not give a damn about the consequences of his actions, the pain he will cause to y/n. Speaking without ever making sense at all. "Fuck you," I thoughtlessly let slip, and I walk back up to my bedroom, feeling deeply disappointed in him.

I am so scared about telling y/n what happened. I do not want her to know, this will break her heart apart.

/ end of flashback \

"I went down in the middle of the night to get a drink, but I saw them making out on the sofa, she was naked and undressing my dad...I'm so sorry, y/n...I thought he was better than that..." he tells me everything.

I drop my phone on the ground without realizing it, cover my mouth, and turn around to grip the handle of the door, open it, and rush out in a panic. This cannot be real, this is not. I know this is just a nightmare, and I do not believe him. I lose my breath and hurry to put my shoes on to run out of the house after hearing Joonha call my name.

I am having a panic attack, I cannot breathe anymore or think straight. I feel like dying.

I trusted him, he lied to me and played with me when I thought he meant all the things he said to me, that he caught feelings for me and liked me.

I guess I am just a toy and irrelevant person to everyone. I mean nothing, and I always get hurt in the end. That is exactly why I deserve all the pain my stepmother causes me. I am so tired of being a thing.  It seems like no one sees me as a human with feelings who loves others and gets attached, or they just do not care at all.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

My horrible headache giving me a hard time to walk, I hold my head and get out of my bedroom after taking a quick shower but hear some rumpus happening in the house.

I take a look at what is happening but see Joonha turning everything upside down as if he was looking for something in a hysterical manner.

"What are you doing, Joonha?" I frown at his unusual behavior, but he does not answer me, he rushes towards the front door and grabs y/n's bag to look inside of it. "Joonha?" I get closer to him, not understanding what is happening and why he is not talking to me. "What—" I get pushed away after he jostled me to run upstairs.

Feeling lost and praying for nothing bad to have happened, I follow him and check what he is doing. "Joonha, talk to me—"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" he aggressively replies to me and takes me aback. "This is all because of you," he bumps into me to get out of the room, but I catch his arm. "What are you talking about?" my heart beats hard, and in a matter of short seconds, I feel something missing on my left hand, and my right arm. "What I'm— You...What the fuck are you doing? You act like one of the worst dads ever and break her heart and you have no idea what I'm talking about?!" he makes my blood run cold, and I stare at him, with confusion. "Let me go," he tries to get free from my hold, but I push him against the door without meaning to hurt him. "Joonha. I'm not kidding right now. I don't know what you're talking about, what are you doing? Why would I hurt anyone? Why am I not wearing y/n's ring and bracelet anymore?"

He fixes his eyes on me and scans my features, looking panicked, worried, and not himself. "What did you do last night?" he asks in a calmer voice, and I think about what happened, what I did last night. "I spent some time with y/n in her room, then Harin finally came, we both ate and drunk, then...then I went to bed. Why are you asking me that?" I tell him all the truth, but he does not show trust at all as if he was doubting me. "Are you acting fool just because we fought?"

"Joonha, I don't know what you're doing right now, and it better not be a prank because this is not funny at all, but I want you to stop freaking me out and tell me what is going on exactly," I let go of him but feel my heart slam me hard in the chest with every beat. "And if you have the ring and bracelet, you give them back to me right now."

"What did you drink with her last night...?" he does not answer me and makes me question myself. "Grape juice. Why?"

"Where did you get it? And who served the drinks?" he slowly starts to make me anxious about everything, and I try to remember. "I don't know...I think it was in the fridg— I mean, no, she brought it. The cake was from the fridge, and I'm the one who served the drinks."

"Did you ever see her drink it?" he interrogates me as if he was suspecting something terrible. "I can't remember, I didn't pay attention to that, but she probably did."

"Dad, I'm begging you, swear on me that you told me all the truth right now," he asks me to do something I hate since I never like to swear on him. "I never lied to you, Joonha. I swear. You're scaring me right now. Why would I ever lie about it?"

"Fuck..." he whirls around and opens the door to run downstairs, so I hurry to do the same, needing some explanations. "What is wrong? Why are you running everywhere?"

"I'm gonna make it short because I have to go and find y/n. Last night, I came across you and Harin making out on the couch, she was completely naked, and I was so mad about it that I yelled at you and threw her out of the house. You seemed conscious of what you were doing because you talked to me, but I was probably too mad to even think about you being intoxicated since I did not see any bottle of alcohol and couldn't think at all...so I told everything to y/n when she woke up, but she was already crying because she saw the ring and bracelet she gave you in the trashcan, then when she heard me, she ran away some minutes ago, I tried to catch her, but I have no idea where she went, and I'm about to fucking die from fright because I don't know where she is or what she might do—"

"Calm down, Joonha," I put my hand over his forearm as I can see that he is unable to breathe. "We're going to find her, alright? I'm going to use the car, and we're going to look for her. Okay? But you need to stay calm because this will not help. Hm?"

He bursts into tears right in front of me, and I do my best to not let it affect me. I need to stay strong and not be overcome by my emotions, no matter how terrified I am as well. "While you're getting the car out of the garage, I want you to tell me in which bin she saw the ring and—"

"I don't know," he hyperventilates, so I hold the side of his face and attempt to help him catch his breath. "Hey, it's okay. She wouldn't do anything bad. Control your breathing, calm down and try to think about a place where she could be. Get the car keys, drive it out of the garage, and call me once it is done. Everything's gonna be okay, alright?"

He nods but cries like I never saw him do before, and I force a smile to reassure him and head towards the kitchen to look for what has been taken away from me while he is doing as told.

I first open the bin that contains all the plastic since it is the easiest to rummage through, and I roll my sleeves up to not think twice before turning it upside down to drop everything on the floor and see if there is what I am looking for.

Lucky me, I find them both, so I hurry to clean up the mess I made but feel a lot of relief once I hold those precious pieces of jewelry in my hand. They mean so much to me, I am so happy.

Since I cannot wear them right now, I get a tissue and lay them on it, and I wash my hands and forearms, dry them, and get out to join Joonha in the car.

This is hard to believe that it is reality, but I guess that I should have been more careful. I would never have expected Harin to do this, I was dumb enough to still put some trust in her and not be suspicious of her every action, but never I would have thought this could happen. Drugging me so that I do not even remember a single thing of what happened after I drank, using my unconscious body for her own pleasure, and taking away what means the world to me to throw them out, all those still sound like a horror movie. But that is not what worries me the most right now, I only want to find y/n and make sure she is okay.

I should have listened to my son. He was right from the beginning. I just wanted to be someone good and do the best for everyone.

30 minutes later...

'YOUR P.O.V'

My house finally coming within sight, I weakly make my way up to the front door, my runny and stuffy nose making it impossible to breathe but giving me a headache. I am so broken that it feels like my chest is empty but still painful. This is weird. This is so similar to physical pain, for some reason.

My puffy eyes full of tears now stinging, I try to open the door even though I do not have a key and that my stepmother might not be here.

It is unlocked, so I step inside and walk up the stairs to get into my bedroom. I close the door behind me and move up to my closet, I push my clothes to the side to reach out for a box I keep hidden in the back.

Right when I bring it closer to me and remove the top, I hear someone burst into the room, and my head turns in that direction.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you little bitch?" she does not even scare me but speaks in an unsteady voice, holding a bottle of alcohol in her hand and looking miserable. I hurry to push the box into a corner so that she does not see it, and I close my closet. "You fucking whore who ruined everything by acting like a little slut around those dumb men," she insults me like she is used to doing it, but this time, I do not keep quiet, the thought of her making out with the man, who I fell in love with and who played with my feelings, messing me up. "I'm not the one using men for their money."

"What did you just say?" she stumbles, not being sober enough to put one foot in front of the other. "No man loves you. No one will ever love you, no matter what you want to believe."

"No one will ever love me?" she points her finger at herself and sneers. "You stupid bitch. Do you think a single person loves the useless and dumb girl you are? Why do you think your dad left you twice?" she brings this sensitive topic up when I have been hurt enough today. "Uh? Two fucking times!" she steps closer to me, the scent of alcohol disgusting me, and her empty, dark eyes looking at me. "You are worthless. If your parents never came back or looked for you, it's because you were not wanted, you dumb whore. He never loved you, he never wanted you to be born, little fucking shit who is not good for anything. He hated the day you were born and fucking wanted you to never be here because you only brought problems in his life. He left you for that, but you thought that finding him again would make him happy," she laughs at me as the tears came back. "And because of the dumb bitch you are, he had to handle you and lie again, then left to make you understand he wants to be far away from you and not acknowledge your stupid existence," she never stops using as many words as possible to stab me with all of the information I did not know.

For some reason, this is the first time I can tell she is not lying. I am pretty sure this is the truth, but this is much worse than I expected. Did my dad truly leave and never took care of me for that reason?

"Are you gonna stay there and not say anything like a dumb fucking girl?!" she throws some alcohol at my face and covers my skin and clothes with it, making me gasp and step back. "Even for that you're weak, never saying a word, never using your brain but being a whiny crybaby, and that's why I fucking hate you," some more alcohol splashes my face, but the glass bottle hits my face and hurts me.

"Because of the bitch you are, I'll never see Jungkook again. You must be happy, aren't you? That's what you wanted, uh?" she slaps me, but I do not react or punch back, I do not care, I do not even feel the pain anymore. I feel numb. "You have no idea how much I want you fucking dead..." she stares at me but cannot even make eye contact because of the amount of whiskey that is running through her veins at this right moment. "As much as your dad always did. As much as many people do...and I thought you'd understand it at some point...me giving you what you deserve...your mom and dad leaving you and not giving a shit about you...Jungkook giving me more attention than to you...but this isn't enough for the brainless girl you are...uh?"

I do not say a single thing but let her hurl all those hurtful words out, and she scoffs. "Ugh...I'm not even gonna waste my energy for you...You look so fucking dumb..." she walks away to leave the room, and nothing but silence occupies the space.

That is what I needed to hear, after everything I went through since I woke up, that is the final straw.

The acute pain in my chest not facing away, I try to not think about what happened and re-open my closet to grab a towel, wipe my face, and take my wet clothes off to put clean ones on, then once it is done, I take the box I hid. I wipe my tears away and close the box to get out and make sure I do not come across her again.

"Make sure to never fucking come back here!" she yells at me, but I do not turn around, I leave the house and walk away.