untitled YOU AND ME

Part 10

Jisoo's pov

I gazed towards the grand mansion, my eyes welling up with tears as the sight before me became increasingly blurry. 

In an attempt to relive the memories, I closed my eyes and allowed the flashback to play out once again.

It was a bright and sunny day, and I found myself playing in the garden of our humble abode with a playful little puppy. However, there was an inexplicable feeling of unease within me, as if the calmness in the air was a precursor to an impending storm.

Brushing off these thoughts, I continued to engage in my playful activities. It had only been a short while when I suddenly heard some commotion coming from our living room. Hastily, I placed the puppy on the ground and hurried towards the source of the noise. Just as I was about to enter, a hand grabbed hold of me.

"Ouch!" I winced in pain, turning to face the person who had pulled me away."Hush, it's me, Irene," my older sister whispered, covering my mouth with her hand.

"Listen, my dear, there are some dangerous individuals in the living room with our parents. No matter what happens, promise me you won't go inside," she pleaded, attempting to reassure me.

I nodded in understanding as she informed me that she would seek help and instructed me to wait patiently until her return.

Taking cover under a nearby table, I positioned myself in a way that allowed me to witness the events unfolding in the living room with clarity, while remaining hidden from their view.

As I peered into the room, a gasp escaped my lips as I witnessed a horrifying scene. Three menacing figures stood before my parents, engaged in a heated argument. Suddenly, one of the men struck my father, provoking him to retaliate with a fierce display of strength, overpowering two of his assailants. In that moment, I couldn't contain my excitement, cheering for my father's triumph. 

However, the joy was short-lived as another man seized my mother, pressing a gun against her temple, and let out a chilling scream.

"Hey, fighter! Lay a finger on any of my partners, and I'll ensure that this beautiful lady's head is filled with bullets," he threatened, a wicked smirk adorning his face.

"Don't you dare harm a single strand of her hair, or I'll make sure you find yourself six feet under," my father retorted, his voice filled with determination and grit.

"The man responded, "Oh, are you concerned, my valiant fighter?" after straightening up and wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Why don't you join us for this delicious meal? Don't be so selfish," the man holding my mother hostage retorted, licking his lips.

"How dare you even think I would allow you to lay a hand on my wife, you despicable cowards," my father replied, clenching his fists.

"Is that so?" he replied, motioning for his accomplices to bind my father's hands.After a few minutes, the sight before me would haunt me for the rest of my life. Trembling under the table, I wept silently.

My father struggled to free himself from the ropes, while my mother knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the men surrounded her. I could hear their lewd and vile remarks. 'Wow, I've never seen such a sexy woman,' 'I'd love to have her,' 'I can't wait for her to suck my d*ck, bro,' and countless other disgusting comments. It was too much. I couldn't stay hidden any longer. If sacrificing myself meant freeing my parents from their clutches, I would do it gladly.

Quietly, I emerged from under the table and made my way to my father's drawer where he kept his gun. Grabbing it, I dashed out the back door. As I reached the front door, I noticed a small window connecting the living room to the outside.