If You Stay | ᵐʸᵍ

1.4

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November 29th, 2014

| Savannah's POV |

It's been five months since that day. The day I met Min Yoongi, and no, I haven't seen him since. I don't want to, he helped me and when it was time, I left. End of story.

But I knew I needed to go to my dad, I went to my sister instead. My sister Misun had an apartment and when I returned, I noticed how worried she looked. She said she was about to call our stepmom and her dad, my stepdad. Thank goodness she didn't.

The next several days were extraordinarily hard for me, I was scared to leave the apartment and go to school. So I didn't, I skipped. I had nightmares and just stayed awake the whole night.

Several days after that, I told Misun about everything. We both broke down crying, hugging each other tightly. I told her about Min Yoongi and his roommates.

When she asked me if I wanted to tell dad and our stepmom about it, I hesitated but finally told her yes but that I wanted her there with me. I know dad and our stepmom are going to blame Misun and I wanted to make sure they knew it wasn't her fault but mine. I had made a mistake, a big one.

Another reason I was scared to confess to them was my dad. The guy worked for my dad and my dad trusted this man. As soon as dad finds out someone put their hands on his daughter let alone took advantage of her, he would do absolutely everything in his power to have him pay. But now, I live with my sister in Seoul.

Five months...

For five months I've been hiding from Min Yoongi. Why? Because I'm embarrassed, ashamed, and disgusted with myself. Yoongi is a very attractive man and I look like a fucking mattress, a potato. No, a potato wrapped in a mattress and I knew there was no way I was going to stay with or around him.

I've never been good around attractive men, they make me nervous, scared, and exposed. Almost as if I'm being judged because I don't look like the beautiful Korean girls that walk around or are on posters.

Oh yeah, I'm a foreigner! So I already don't feel as though I belong, never have and I've been in Korea since I was three.

Anyway, we told our parents a couple of days after that. We had driven to Yeoui-dong and sat down with them. My stepmom was hysterically crying but trying to hide it and my dad looked madder than ever. I swear I've never seen him that mad before. I don't even know what she was hysterical for, it's not like she actually cares about us.

Immediately they took me to the police in Seoul and we explained everything. Pressed charges, everything. It's been going on now a little less than four months, it being October at this point and it's beginning to become too much to handle.