The truth untold

Chapter 15

After Jungkook and Jimin stopped fighting, we all began to pack up our stuff to leave.

I handed Hoseok his phone and grabbed my hoodie off the ground. "Ughhh it's so hot nowwww what the fuck. This is bullshit oh my gooooooood" I whined as I wrapped my hoodie around my waist.

"Your so dramatic I swear. I thought you danced before? You should know it gets hot after dancing for a few hours." Jungkook commented. "Yes yes I know I am dramatic and your going to have to deal with it. And I have. In my room that was like -20 degrees. It was always so cold so I never got to hot. Also got water?" I asked as Yoongi tossed me a water. "Thanks" I said as I drank it all in within a few seconds.

"Why was your room so cold? How did you live in that?" Taehyung questions. I just shrugged as I put the lid back on the bottle of water. "I just did" I said.

"I wasn't allowed to touch the thermostat and I couldn't ask to turn it up either. My father wouldn't allow it so I just managed to get used to it and accept it. Just like accepting barely eating. Only ate enough to survive" I said as I tossed the water bottle in the trash.

"So that's why you're dangerously skinny. You need to eat more young lady. I will make you eat more if you refuse" Jin said in a motherly tone.

"Yeah you need to eat more. It's dangerous not to" Yoongi says, agreeing with Jin. "Okay whatever. No promises but I'll try I guess. I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck if I'm dangerously skinny or whatever. It doesn't matter to me anymore so"

I stopped myself from saying any more, noticing the concerned looks from everyone in the room. "Say to much? Whoops" I said as I tied my hoodie around my waist.

"You really need to take better care of yourself. And we're going to make sure that happens" Jin says with a stern ton, Everyone nods in agreement. "I mean i tried but didn't have much of a way to" I said as I sat down on the ground. "What do you mean?" Taehyung asked me.

"Well..." I thought for a minute about to how to explain it. In the end just decided to come clean. "It's a long story but I'll try my best to make it short" I said as I took a deep breath.

"My father, who is my only "parental figure" in my life. My mother died when I was born and so I was left with him. From the time I was born till the time I came back to Korea, my father has always been an drug addicted , abusive, manipulative, narcissistic asshole who didn't care about anyone but himself and his job." I paused for a second trying to word this right once again. 

"Wait the time you came back?" Namjoon question. I nodded. "Yeah I was actually born in Korea and lived here for a couple of years apparently before my father got a job offer in America, so we moved to America where I was raised for the rest of my life until now" I said to clear the confusion.

"Anyways, whenever people were around like his coworkers or high school friends, he'd act as if he's the most perfect and amazing father. He'd act caring and nice and a lot more things. He would "give" me stuff as a "gift" in front of them to look like he was a good person but as soon as they would leave he would hit me and snatch it back and return it from where he got it from to get money back. He tried his best to look like an amazing person around other but once they were gone, the demonic Beast came out of him. If I tried to eat something more than what he gave me, he would hit me and call me nasty slurs and words that no one should be called. He didn't care if I was to die right in front of him but he had to make sure I didn't because he knew if the government found out or his job, he'd be in a good amount of trouble so he fed me enough to keep me alive. He made me look presentable whenever others were around, he fed me well especially whenever people were around too but I had a hard time finishing the food or whatever was given to me due to my body being used to only eating a small portion of food every day. He aloud me to shower once every week and gave me okay clothes too. Most of the time I kept them looking as well as I could but times they got ruined because of him and I got yelled at for it."

I paused for a second to catch my breath from how fast I was talking. I took a quick sip of water from the bottle i was given earlier and continued.

"But yeah that's a little summary and you can probably assume why I was aloud out or to do anything pretty much. That's also why CPS or child protective services, never got called is because he never got caught. That and they don't care or ever do anything if they "think stuff it fine." It's really stupid though honestly. In summary they don't do anything. America needs to take better care of their people and shit like what the fuck is wrong with them." I rolled my eyes at the fact that it's such a bad place.

"If you cant tell I kinda don't like America because it suck" I said with a laugh.  "So that's my story. Any questions?" I asked with a smile. "Have you ever tried running away before this?" Taehyung asked but got smacked by Jimin. "Don't ask stuff like that" he whispered to him. "No no it's okay. Yeah I have but I wasn't successful. I didn't have money and I was reckless and kind of just left in the middle of the night when I assumed he was gone. Which he was but he turned around and came back home and saw me in the streets running. After that I'll let you assume what happened" I said. Everyone got quiet. "Well uh you guys hungry? We should probably go get something to eat" Jungkook said, trying to ease the tension in the room. "Sure I could eat" Jimin said as everyone nodded and agreed on eating.

We all left the room and settled on a place to eat as we went downstairs to the first floor.

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Short update.
I know it's been a good LONG
Minute since I've updated 😅 I'm sorry to everyone. I haven't been motivated to update nor write and I'm not even on the app as often. Once maybe every month or so if even that. I check up on things a bit but then get off after 5-10 minutes at most. Again I would like to apologize that I just up and left this story to kinda die. Not purposely but school and stuff and again no motivation doesnt go together well. I'm hoping next year I will actually keep up with this stuff rather than Abandoning it. I'm sorry again I hope everyone can forgive me