Burning Spotlight (2)

Confessions Pt. 1

Jessica laughed with satisfaction as tears flowed down my cheeks and their wide eyed gazes locked with mine.

"W-what?" Namjoon asked, his voice scarce.

"She's not right? Right?!" J-Hope added.

Back and forth they went with each other as Taehyung stared blankly at me and Jessica kept on laughing and looked over to them.

"You guys didn't think I knew did you? How ALL of you have been with Summer in some way, shape or form."

They all stopped talking, stared at her as I finally collected my strength and started to try and break free from her grip but it was no use.

"She's in a critical state right now and anything is possible..."

She turned from them back to me, pulled the knife off my pelvis and dropped it down by her hip, aiming for the middle of it.

"NO! Please don't do this, Jessica!"

"Why not? How do you know it's actually V's? How do you know it's not JK's or even Jimin's?"

My tears would not stop flowing as I kept doing everything I could, I even tried covering my pelvis but failed. Each time my free hand moved, she brought the knife closer.

"That's not fair...you know nothing..." I said shakily.

"Oh but I do, Summer. Remember? It's all thanks to those two stalkers of yours that I controlled and they gave me those sweet, sweet pictures of you all."

"No..."

Anger flared in her eyes again, "Oh yes and now, you're going to pay!"

The knife was inches away from being stabbed into my pelvis. Her evil smirk appeared one last time as hate and envy took her completely over and she went right for it.

"JESSICA!"

I closed my eyes tight instantly, waiting for the brutal impact and massive pain...but nothing came and my eyes flung open. She was pinned to the ground by Namjoon and Tae as JK stood at her side and kicked the knife away.

I dropped to the ground, brought my knees to my chest and clung to them for dear life. The last of my tears fell from my eyes as I dropped my head to my knees and every single sound blurred out of my hearing.

Minutes felt like hours as the sound of distant sirens echoed outside the house, lighting up the block like it was Christmas all over again. I sat there holding myself as a sudden tap to my shoulder brought me back and I jumped. It was a young woman, about my age and height and had the sweetest, comforting smile on her lips.

She reached for my hand, "Easy there. Come with me, we need to get you to the hospital."

I only nodded, took it and she helped me up. She led me out of the house and to the ambulance as media from all over encased us. My heart started racing but then I saw the police car and it went back to normal. There in the backseat was Jessica, cuffed and in a straight jacket.

Her eyes locked with mine as hate lingered in them and a sudden pull on my arm brought me back. I turned away from her as the lady helped me into the ambulance and shut the doors tight behind us.

I sat there on the hospital bed, waiting anxiously for my doctor to return and let me know if I still have a baby. I curled and uncurled my fingers as I waited and finally after twenty minutes, she was back.

I looked up at her, "Please tell me I still have a baby, please."

She came over to my side, gave me a sweet smile and sat down next to me.