SCARS IN US

34. Stay alive

I immediately ran inside the apartment since the door lock was broken. I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked around the place being a mess.

My eyes went on the broken vase which had blood stains but when I stepped closer I saw a person laying behind the couch in blood with a bullet across his forehead. I didn't knew who it was but the black outfit made him look scary.

Since I was worried for Jungkook I went through every room but he was nowhere. My breathing was elevating with a slight panic when I came out of the place. I followed the muddy footsteps of the attackers which were still fresh that meant it hadn't been long. I still had a chance to find him.

Again I was on road, in search of one particular person. My mind was a mess. I was a mess. Clothes all drenched in rain, shoes getting heavy with with splash against the muddy water while I ran across the streets in case he would be seen.

An hour went by and I knew Taehyung and Yoongi would have known about me till now but the rainfall was not helping either. I was helplessly sobbing looking around in worry.

Tears started rolling down as I was getting desperate second by second to reach out to that man who made me hate him.

What an irony!

My feets started giving up. I was tried of running but still walked through the alleys in the dark. It was the worst scenario for a girl. I was a brave woman but other would always be present in the world that makes us insecure and standing there alone was one for me.

Squeezing my eyes I pressed my lips together. I prayed in mind.

"God! Please help me."

I started walking but this time I wasn't the only one stepping forward. I was totally aware of someone following me and that shit was terrifying. It could be anyone.

Mafia, ganster, rapist, psychopath,etc came in mind as my thoughts ran wild. Yet there was another part of me who thought it could be Yoongi Or Taehyung or one of their men on serch for me.

And I swear I had no wish to meet any of the above.

I picked up a pace and discovered that the sound was coming from the other side of the wall. I reached at the corner and peeked a little. There I saw men in similar black outfits who were carrying gun.

"Find him. He can't run with limping legs." The bald one spoke to his subordinates, who scattered around. I also ducked behind garbage bags to hide unless they were gone.

Once the field was clear I came out and took different path. A path with more hideouts and pitch darkness. Out of nowhere smoke was coming out as I reached an abandoned road.

I turned to walk further more but stopped when a faint hiss ringed in my ear.

"H-Help me... Help.. Me."

I whirled, snapping my gaze on the ground near a closed store. He was laying behind few boxs as only the legs showed up. I gulped before going to him then saw Jungkook panting for his life. Red pigment patched on his face and neck as his hands were gripping his thighs.

My heartbeat accelerated and took no time for me to ran and scoop him in my arms. Resting his head on my shoulder I patted him to wake up but he didn't. He only clutched in my white tee that turned bloody red. I discovered that his hands covered by blood. After a gulp I inched my fingers to his thigh. When I touched it he groaned more snuggling his head into my embrace.