The Toxicity | Taehyung x Jungkook

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As soon as I walk into the house Taehyung harshly pushes me against the wall. So hard that the picture of the three of falls on the ground. He wraps his hands around my neck tightly and he only goes tighter and tighter until I looked in the nearby mirror. I was turning purple. Yet I couldn't speak. I tried to kick him away, but his strength was like no other.  He slams me to the nearby table hitting my side. I wanted to cry badly, but I knew it give him the satisfaction. I didn't want that.

My mouth open wides as I couldn't even describe the pain I started to feel in my waist as I look down and saw my t shirt drenched in blood and Taehyung pulling the small knife from out of me.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!" He yells as he slams me towards the floor and places his foot on the crook of my neck.

"Tae. STOP!" I scream and Taehyung chuckles.

"Where the fuck were you?" He asks again, but before I could speak he grabs me and he makes me stand onto my two feet.

"It's time I teach your ass a lesson...you've been acting out."He says punching me in my face causing. I groan in pain as I hold my lip.

"I'll make sure you never leave this house again." He says deeply as his hand reaches my face and the next thing you know I was on the ground. Sobbing and sobbing as I watched him walk away.

I was in the bathtub as Taehyung helped me bathe, my body still was in endlessly pain from this morning and I could rarely move. I had blood stains all over my body from the punches and the stab wound he gave me.

"I should whip you. Would that get you to behave hm?" He whispers into my ear as he finger combs through my hair. My mouth parts and I start to shake as I couldn't tolerate anymore of his treatment.

"How do you go a day without contacting your husband or your son?" He asks.

"You're trash...just pathetic. A bad wife and a horrible mother." He says as I grab his hand tightly.

"I don't care what you say about me, but never insult my motherhood." I say deeply and Taehyung pulls away as he hits my head on the bathtub causing me to bleed.

"FUCK YOU!" I cry out as I took all the strength I had to leave the bathtub and lounge at him. We both hit the bathroom ground with me on top.

"I HATE YOU!" I sob as I punch Taehyung in his face. He groans as he pins me back over with me laying back on my back.

"Take it back." He says lowly as I shake my head as the tears continued to fall down my face.

"No..." I cry. His dark eyes meet mine and I tried to push him off of my wet naked body, but he kept a firm hold onto me.

Taehyung tried to slap me again, but I grab his hand.

Both of our attentions leave another and at the sound of our son.

Taehyung quickly releases me and rushes out the bathroom closing the door behind him. I struggle to get up as I grab the bathroom counter for support. I look into the mirror and I touch my bruised face and I I look away as I continued to cry. I look over at the blood on the floor and I sigh.

I couldn't let Kiden see me this way. A black eye was forming, and my lip was busted. Yet I missed my son. I haven't seen his face in twenty four hours. I fall down to the floor and I cover my mouth as I cried.

"Kiden's staying with Jimin for the week." Taehyung says. I don't respond to him I only watch him. Making sure he kept his distance from me.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says reaching his hand out for me to take but I stand up on my own and I walk over towards the shower.

"Why did you do this to me?" I ask softly.

"I've done nothing but love you and all you did was hurt me."  I whisper weakly. Taehyung only leaves the bathroom to let me have my peace. And I only thought about Jungkook. How I had to reassure him a million times that'll I'll be fine. That next week we will meet and that everything would be normal. But truth is... I don't know if it was.

My legs started to shake the longer I stood and I was self caring for my own wounds as I started to wrap the water proof bandage around my waist where Taehyung stabbed me.

"You need to eat." He says and I scoff as I close my laptop.

"Fine don't eat." He says leaving the bedroom. I only take the time to grab my cocaine. It was my last bit, but it was enough to make the pain ease for a bit. I quickly inhale the powder and I rest my head back against my pillow as I started to feel faint.

I don't think I would make it.