Murder On My Mind |Han Jisung|

chapie 6

5-6 years ago.

You were walking home from school. You were listening to some music along with your best friend. "So Y/nnie will you ask your parents if I can host my bday party together with yours? I really want to have a beach type party. Plus it would be really fun to have it together don't you think so?"

You chuckled. "It would be amazing, I'll ask Jinster." He rolled his eyes. "Yah I hate that nickname."

"I know, it's why I keep calling you that. My sweet Jinster." You teased and the both of you fell into a fit of laughter.

"I do hope your dad says yes, he's been so weird lately. I can't even come over anymore."

You sighed. "I know right and he's been distant and he's been arguing with my mom a lot. They never did so. Mom just said he's really stressed right now because of something that's going on in the company."

"Then I'm sure that's all it is Y/n." His hand was on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. You smiled at him. "I'm sure it is. Thanks."

"Don't mention it, you still planning to go to business and beauty school when you graduate high school?"

You excitedly nodded your head. "Have you told your parents about it yet? Your plan to start your own beauty company?"

"No I haven't. I haven't found the time yet. Plus I'm scared dad will say no. He wants me to go into the family business but I don't want that."

"Y/n, you are graduating in a few months. You have to tell them before it's to late. I'm sure they will support you no matter what. Your still going in a businessy direction." He tried to reassure you and it worked.

"Thanks. You are the best!" "I know." He winked. You both said your goodbyes and you went inside your house.

It was quiet, you noticed all the staff was gone and that was quite unusual. "Mom, dad?" You called out but no one answered.

You walked into the living room and there you saw your mom sitting on the ground with a gun pointed to her head. You gasped and your hand immediately went to cover your mouth.

Your parents both looked at you. "Y/n run!" Your mother whispered but you couldn't move. "Y/n sit down! Now!" Your father roared and you immediately sat down against the wall.

Your mother was crying and your dad was smiling. "Good girl now stay there." His eyes averted back to your mom. "Any last words woman?" He asked. She spit at him and said "Burn in hell." He chuckled. You mom looked at you and mouthed "I'm sorry." Before the trigger was pulled followed by a loud bang.

She fell to the ground and your screamed. You were a crying mess and you didn't even realise what you were about to do next. Your dad hovered over her dead body smirking.

You glanced at the fancy knife collection your dad had and your hand went to it. You quickly got up and charged at him and stabbed him in the shoulder. He cried out in pain and dropped his gun.

You stabbed him again in the leg and he fell to the ground. You took the gun and held to his head. "Why?" You asked crying. He just shrugged his shoulders and that's when you lost it. You pulled the trigger and shout him in the shoulder.

"Why?" You shouted again. "Because I wanted to." You saw his hands go up to try and take the gun from your hand but you were faster. You still had the knife and slashed his fingers off. He yelled in pain as blood splattered on your face.

At first your were shocked at what you had done but then your eyes found your mother's dead body and that feeling left you completely. You yelled and charged for him. You stabbed him in the chest, the neck, his other body parts. you even cut of one of his toes.

Your father roared in pain and tried to get up but you shot him in the gut making him stagger back and hit the wall. The wall that carried an axe. Your father was a big fan of collecting old weapons. The axe fell from the wall and the blade pierced through your father's neck severing his head from his body along with his arms.

The blood sputtered out of his body and a lot of splashed on you. The walls were covered with blood and blood was dripping from the window. You saw yourself in the mirror and gasped.

You did something horrible and you were traumatised. Everything that happened became a blur and you watched enough crime shows to know what you had to do.

You took some plastic gloves a bucket and soap. You filled the bucket with water and started cleaning everything. You even cleaned the dismembered body parts.

Once everything was clean you went to your room and packed the stuff you wanted to keep. You couldn't be tied to this.

You took your car and started driving away from the house and rented a hotel room for the night. The next day you drove past the house to see many cop cars. You also spotted your best friend crying as he saw the body bags being carried.

You choked on a sob and gave him one last glance before driving away. You couldn't tell him what happened. He would look at you scared.

You cashed in a favour with someone your dad knew and got your name officially changed on your passport. This would be kept on the low. He never asked questions because he knew better then to ask.

You then graduated the highschool you had enrolled in after the incident. Then went to college and after getting your degree you started Hwaa company.

"How old were you when it happened?" The boy asked. You looked at him. "18."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He said and continued to stroke your hair and hum softly. He didn't judge you but was concerned for you.

You had avoided the cops for 6 years and had erased any and all evidence that could lead to you. The cops wouldn't buy into the self defence act. It started out as self defence but then it plain out turned into murder. A brutal one at that.

He felt a strange urge to protect her. He couldn't let anyone find out. "Does anyone else know this?"

You shook your head. "No." You lied. Someone did know even if he wouldn't admit it.

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