MILF | JJK

sixteen

[probably a lot of errors in the next couple of chapters, will edit after, i usually plan books beforehand but im literally freestyling this book so excuse any plot holes or anything like that, again, i will revise through them soon]

TW: im not sure what the exact TW is called but i'm going to put it under child abuse (?), its not graphic but its arguably present in this chapter.

Using a towel, I continued to wipe off the blood smears off the counter in the kitchen after the fight that went down earlier. Everyone was finally gone and I was left to literally pick up the pieces after. 

Thankfully, my sister's husband, Daryl, was a doctor and helped clean up Robert and dressed his wounds, after Jungkook went all crazy and started to beat the shit out of him.

I could sense it was very traumatic and confusing for Destiny and it must have been such a terrible way to spend her birthday.

In front of all of her friends and family, she had someone accusing her dad of abusing her mother and her dad getting beaten black and blue in front of everyone.

Though, Jungkook had good intentions, he really fucked up.

"Do you think what JK said was true?" I suddenly heard Destiny's soft voice whisper from the dining room, clearly not realizing I was in the kitchen. "Haven't you noticed mom is a little more quiet nowadays—"

"Are you dumb, Destiny?" I heard Trey scoff. "If anything mom is getting more annoying and loud nowadays. Does the woman look like she's getting beaten to you? Mom is fine. She would tell me if he was beating her. He's not. He would never."

A silence ensued as I felt a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.

"How do we know that she would actually speak up though?" Destiny trailed off. "She doesn't exactly seem like the type to—"

"You think our father is capable of beating her? In my twenty years of living I've never seen anything like that. I'm older than you. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. JK is a fucking liar and he's not family no more. Fuck him. Don't forget to delete his number. I did." Trey scoffed.

"Why would JK lie though—"

"Why the fuck are you defending him? Why wouldn't he lie? He had a crackhead for a mom, who used to pimp him out as a kid for a quick buck and then his father left him, knowing his mother was pimping him out— but his pops didn't even fucking care. His pops went and married another woman, had kids and lived his new perfect lil life in Nevada. With that kind of shitty upbringing, what makes you think JK is qualified to know what abuse is or not? Shit, he doesn't even know he was abused as a kid." Trey was on a rampage, literally airing out Jungkook's business that I didn't even know about, because he was mad.

Feeling a sense of rage within me, I threw the bloodied towel on the floor mid-cleaning and stormed into the dining room.

"So what now? Are you better than JK now, Trey? Sitting all up in here, all high and mighty, judging him, looking down on him, talking shit about him like that boy hasn't been through enough?" I snapped angrily and in response, Trey scoffed in amusement. "He told you that shit in confidence and after one argument you're here airing it out—"