Whiskey and Tangerines

They Are My Family

You knew Yoongi and the others were back from their tour and you tried to contact Yoongi or Jimin again. This time your stepdad caught you. 

"Texting them again you little slut. You won't have me but you will have them!? Not in my house!" 

You cry, "It's not your house and they are my friends!" you mumble under your breath, "They are my family."

 He snatches you by the hair, "What did you say you ungrateful little bitch!?"

You try to pull away but his grip is too strong on your hair. Crying you beg, "No, no, please. Let me go." He is dragging you down the hall right past your mom.

He laughs 'Yeah you're going alright, right out of my house!" 

"It's not your house it's my Appa's house!" You are rewarded with a backhand across the face.

"Your precious Appa is dead. It's MY house!" he shouts.

He drags you out of the house and shoves you down the sidewalk. You land on your hands and knees crying. 

The door slams shut and before you can get up the front door opens. He throws your phone hitting you on the side of the head. 

You drop to the ground crying with your hand to your face. You are looking for your phone and see that it is smashed beyond repair.

Sitting on the ground crying with fresh bruises appearing on your face and arms and now scraps on your palms and knees, you look back at the house and see your mom peeking out from behind the curtain grinning. 

Sometimes you wonder if you are her daughter. 'I won't think about it, I just want my Suga.'  

Your mom was happy your grandmother's life insurance and Will had paid out fully with no questions asked. She and your stepdad were making plans to move to another country where they bought a grander house. You were too much of a problem in her life, you weren't in her plans so she was happy to see you thrown out.

Hurting and embarrassed all you can think about is Yoongi and sweet gentle Jimin. You try to stand and get dizzy from the hits to your face and head.

 You stagger as you try to leave the yard. You open the gate of the tall privacy fence and head away from the house of horrors you used to call home.

On your way to the bus stop memories flood your mind. Your stepfather hated you and thought he could have you and your mom in his bed. When you would refuse he would beat you.

 He always checked your phone and would rage at you over the 'men' you had numbers for. None of your girlfriends were listed any longer on your phone. They stopped coming to see you, call or text because they were afraid of your stepdad.

The only names listed on your phone now were Yoongi, Jimin, and your grandmother. But your safe haven, your Grandmother had passed away not long after Yoongi and others left for their world tour. You never had the heart to remove her phone number. 

Whenever your stepdad found out you called one of the members he would punish you and lock you in your room, no phone or food for days.

Your mom never did anything to protect you, instead, she would yell jealous barbs at you, encouraging your stepfather to be more violent towards you. 

 You blindly head to the bus stop not even sure of where you are going, you just need to go.

You reach the bus stop and as you pull coins from your coin purse a card falls out. You look and pick it up, it was Yoongi's. You pay your bus fare and take a seat in the back, not making eye contact with anyone, you keep your hoodie pulled down partially blocking your face.

You turn the card over and on the back were his words "Any time day or night you can come to me." Then his signature below. He had told you if you ever needed him to come to him and that the card would give you access to him no matter where he was.

'It worked once could it work again?' 

You shove the worn and wrinkled card in your pocket and sigh as the bus begins heading to downtown Seoul and hopefully Yoongi.