𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘦 ↧ 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘰

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  Slowly, Jisoo pulled the door away from its original position, being careful not to trigger a squeaking noise. Once it was completely open she softly placed one foot in front of the other.

It's better to walk slowly and carefully than to try and get out of here faster, I can't risk getting caught. She thought to herself.

She proceeded to walk down the hallway, hearing whispers as she neared the corner. she peaked over to the other side of the wall and saw her parents sitting across from each other on their circular dining table with papers scattered all across it.

"I still think its a bad idea to deny your inheritance."

"Honey, if i accept this inheritance that means I also have to accept responsibility."

"Its millions of dollars, how could you just deny it?"

"Look, if accepted it and the responsibility that means I'd have to take over the La Dinastie, you know that its --" 

Her words were interrupted by an erupt noise coming from the kitchen and immediately stood their ground. 

Jisoo turned and hid behind the wall realizing what she had done.

Shit.

You fucked this shit up.

She looked down and saw her backpack completely open and all her things on the floor.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She went down to the floor and quickly gathered all of her things into her backpack.

"Who's there?" Her dad shouted.

Jisoo quickly hid under the counter next to the wall and stayed quiet.

"Honey, I'll be back its best to stay there" He said.

Jisoo looked over from under the counter as she heard her dads receding footsteps. She got out from under the counter looking behind her to make sure that her dad isn't coming back.

As walked passed the other side of the wall she heard a gun clicking.

"uh-" She looked in front of her and saw a gun pointed to her head and holding it was her mom.

She was screwed.

"M-mom I can explain-" She was immediately interrupted by her moms hand covering her mouth as she pulled her gun down.

"Not a word." She whispered.

Her mom pulled Jisoo with her towards the door gently, careful not to make a sound. Quietly she opened the front door and gently pushed Jisoo out of the house.

"Here," she said handing her a different card, "the pin is on the back, don't worry about what you purchase it will be covered."

Jisoo looked at her confused, why would her mother be giving her money, the same exact mother who abused her?

"I love you Jisoo, I really do, but now you must leave before your father comes back."

And with that the white door closed in front of her.