To Be A Stripper

six

A/N:
This is 13 days after the last chapter

TIME JUMP❤️
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The young boy was awaken by loud noises coming from downstairs, the noises were unfamiliar.

It was the sound of a woman weeping and a constant, muffled banging sound.

The boy sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

"Mommy?" he said softly, the sleep still lingering.

BANG!

The boy jumped at the loud, scary sound.

He fell off of his bed and hit the floor hard.

Immediately, there were fast footsteps speeding up the staircase, the boy was scared out of his young mind and hid under his bed.

His bedroom door slammed open, hitting the wall. Tears were rushing down the boys face as he shook under the bed.

The people who entered the room didn't waste time in searching for the witness that they had made out of the boy, instead, they started shooting through the closet doors, the walls, the windows, the bed, and even the celling.

Eventually the intruders stopped and waited to hear signs of life.

They soon left the room in a rush, after hearing sirens approaching.

The boy laid there, in pain.

Blood seeping through two wounds, one in the middle of his stomach and one in his thigh.

He didn't want to die.

He wanted to see his family.

Would they be okay? - he thought.

He knew they wouldn't be, but he wished they'd be in better condition than himself.

He pulled himself out of the destroyed room and to the staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs where the front door stood, was his mother.

She sat on the floor with a bloody hole in her forehead, and her right hand was nailed to the door. Her eyes were open but she wasn't moving.

The sight of his mother in such a condition, added to the loss of blood, caused the boy to pass out at the top of the staircase.

What did the poor boy do to deserve this?

Why did his life have to be disrupted so abruptly?
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Vante woke up screaming, with tears streaming down his face. He didn't recognize his surroundings and was shivering in fear.

Memories of his past clouded his senses. He could still hear the muffled banging and his mother's condition kept flashing before his eyes.

He couldn't get control of his thoughts or his breathing.

Stumbling out of bed, he turned on his bedroom light.

He then sat on the floor under the switch, with his knees to his chest.

He sat for hours, dissociating.
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5 hours later

*ring ring ring*

Vantes phone rang and knocked him out of his trance.

He was now laying on the floor is the same space.

"Hello?" he answered his phone.

"V, you have a job." it was Suga.

"Oh." V replied, his voice low and soft.

"I-... Is this a bad time?" Suga asked, not knowing what to do because it is unusual for the assasin on the other side of the phone to sounds so... broken.

"What? O-oh, no um-. Whats the mission." The image of his mother, and memories of being shown photos of his siblings condition in court were still flashing before his eyes. He couldn't stop his mind from racing.

Hesitantly, Suga gave the assasian details." Anonymous client, target is 42 year old Han Yuncheol of B. A. R. Industries, he is the CFO. He's been traficing women and children to private underground auctions, this person wants them dead by any means necessary. I've already sent you the location of where he'll be for the next few hours."

"Okay. I'll get prepared." Suga heard that the boys voice was too delicate, but it wasn't his place to stop the assassin.

Suga cut the call and sighed, bitting the skin in his mouth anxiously.
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Good reads?
I would ask if things are moving to fast butbits been like anmonth since I published the last chapter, sorry to anyone trying to "keep up"😭

Bye bye😼