Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 4: A New Deal is Made

NARI POV:

I was undeniably, absolutely terrified.

Three words, three damned words made chills run down my spine. Made flashing memories of flesh tearing agony return. Made me remember that I was built and destroyed to be a monster. I thought that the life of horror and violence had left me, I'd thought I had been able to forget by covering the past with the future.

But nothing could reverse what had happened to me.

What I had done.

And the fact that my own father, who had shunned me after years of tormenting my soul was calling me.

And he wasn't calling too check up on me.

He wanted something from me.

Because he would never call me otherwise.

Reluctantly and with quivering hands, I answered the phone quickly pressing it towards my ear to hear my father's voice.

The consequences if I hadn't answered would have been quite horrid.

I took a deep breath. "Father, I see you need something."

"Ah, my child," my father's rough, slimy voice rasped. I cringed just hearing it, bringing back memories from years past. "I'm so delighted to hear your voice. It's been years, my dear." 

I was thinking the exact opposite.

"Years" still wasn't long enough.

"Cut to the chase," I snapped, shaking slightly. He wanted something, and I had no need to just listen to him babble on about shit and raise my anxiety higher than it already was. "Your not calling for any other reason than for your own benefits, so just tell me what the hell you want so we can end this soon."

I heard a sigh through the line. "Your too much like your mother, Nari, dear. So disappointing."

"Don't you bring up Mom!" I yelled into the phone, emotions rising in my chest, my eyes burning.

"Ah....we can discuss that later. But there's nothing I can do from so far away."

No. No. No, no, no, no, no. 

I couldn't go back. I just couldn't go through that again.

"I want to come home right now, there is someone special that I want you to meet," my father ordered.

I didn't have a chance to respond because he already ended the phone call, and I groaned, wanting to throw my phone into a wall. The call didn't even last a minute. 

He wanted me to-to go back?

I clutched my head. This was bad. This was so bad. 

But there was nothing-nothing I could do about it.

I had to return....I had to go back or else....I didn't even want to imagine.

My father surely knew every detail of my life, where I lived, where I'd go to hide. He was watching my every move, and the easiest thing to do that wouldn't shed any blood was to do what he said. Because I was going back either way, whether by harsh force or on my own. And I wasn't a stupid Y/n, I wasn't going to run away. I was going to face this head on, look for a way to get out later, and pray my fucking heart out.

At this point I could just hope Jungkook was okay because I still had heard nothing from him. And that worry, that horrible, chest ripping worry that my vile, disgusting father had done something to him was still there.

I could just pray to any God there was that I was wrong.

I was shaking hard now, fear had invaded my heart and mind. But there was no time for that.