Her Predestined Life

CHAPTER XII: STAY ALIVE

Golden Maknae Jeon jungkook. I hugged him tightly crying then I felt a slow heart beat, then I immediately held him and ran towards his car. I drove to the hospital and asked them to save him . They gave me his belongings. I immediately called another emergency contact in his phone and Jimin picked it up. I told him that Jungkook was in danger . After 10 minutes, I saw all of them running towards me.

As the next minute ticked by, a sharp slap sting filled the air, followed by the sight of Jimin's furious gaze, his eyes ablaze with anger and sorrow. He slapped me again which left a stinging pain in my heart. Once, we were all part of the RH organization -Jimin, Jungkook, and I-but Jimin and Jungkook had to leave due to suspicion and health issues. His voice echoed through the room, laced with accusations and pain, blaming me for Jungkook's suffering. And deep down, I knew he was right. If only I hadn't entangled Jungkook in my troubles, he wouldn't be in this agonizing position. With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, unable to bear the weight of guilt and regret. But then Taehyung's gentle touch halted my retreat, his voice pleading as he asked where I was headed. "To end this myself," I whispered, my resolve crumbling under the weight of my mistakes. Yet, Taehyung's insistence made me pause, forcing me to confront my reflection in the mirror. Superficially, I appeared composed, but his pointed finger revealed the hidden wounds I bore, both physical and emotional. Ignoring his plea, I descended the stairs, only to be halted by his firm grasp as he guided me to the emergency room. And as the nurse tended to my wounds, I couldn't help but think about Jungkook the entire time.

In silent agony, I endured the searing pain, convinced that I deserved every ounce of it. Taehyung's probing question shattered the suffocating silence, demanding an explanation for Jungkook's suffering. With trembling lips, I recounted the harrowing tale, each word heavy with the weight of guilt. Taehyung's gratitude, though unexpected, offered little solace as he delved deeper, questioning the circumstances that led to Jungkook's dire situation. Before I could muster a response, a frantic nurse interrupted, her urgent call piercing the air. Racing to her side, her words struck like a thunderbolt—Jungkook's condition had worsened, his desperate calls for me echoing through the sterile corridors. Rushing to his bedside, I found him weakened, his apology hanging heavy in the air. Clutching his hand, tears streamed down my face as I begged for his recovery, his whispered promise of a future outing to his favorite movie offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Yet, his confession of the horrors endured at the hands of our adversaries plunged me deeper into despair. As his vital signs flickered with fragile resilience, I was ushered out, a silent sentinel pacing the hospital halls, consumed by fear and uncertainty. And then, after an agonizing wait, the nurse emerged, her reassurance of Jungkook's impending recovery a bittersweet relief amidst the chaos of our shared ordeal. I felt relieved that my brother and only pal is safe.

With a heart heavy with betrayal and rage, I stormed through the door, my family's startled faces reflecting my tumultuous emotions. Ignoring their bewildered stares, I marched past them and into my room, where the secrets of our shared past awaited behind the concealed door. Without a moment's hesitation, I flung it open, revealing Stephanie lurking within. With a primal roar of fury, I seized her and cast her to the ground, my voice a thunderous echo in the silence of the room.

"If you dare to harm another soul," I warned, my words dripping with venom, "you'll never lay eyes on your parents again."

But instead of fear, Stephanie's lipscurled into a malicious smirk. "Do your worst," she sneered, her defiance chilling to the bone. "I'm ready to depart this world at any moment. Unlike you I am never scared of death."

My scoff cut through the tension like a blade. "I know you're not but your loved ones are. Your loved ones will pay the price for your sins," I retorted, my resolve unyielding. "The innocent girl you once knew is dead. You've crossed a line, Stephanie, and now you'll face the consequences."

With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my family, their bewildered cries fading into the background as I focused on the task at hand. Despite Stephanie's desperate pleas and protests, I remained unmoved, my fingers deftly retrieving the damning evidence from its hiding place. With a final, decisive gesture, I uploaded it to the unforgiving expanse of the internet, sealing Stephanie's fate with a click of a button. And as the digital world erupted with the truth of her crimes, I knew that justice, though harsh, had been served.

I went downstairs to see Havana, my parents, and the head of the organisation seated. He enquired about Stephanie's location. I replied that I had no idea where she was. Then he raised his gun to aim at my parents. I then warned them that after they leave our house, they won't survive, so you may kill us if they wanted to. He then took my hand while dragging me back to that mysterious building, leaving my family by themselves. Since he realised he wouldn't be able to reach Stephanie without me, he didn't try to hurt me. Then he called someone, and I saw someone that I didn't comprehend.

It was Jess; if I hadn't told him where Stephanie was, they will have her drugged. They intended to turn in her to the cops. I begged him to let go of her, but I remained in front of her as they were going to hit her. They began to beat me continuously and I was about to pass out when I started throwing up blood. I heard gunshots at that point, so Jess grabbed me and we moved to a corner. I witnessed Lex and Jimin shooting each of them. I witnessed Lex shooting at every guard and Jimin thrashing the HEAD mercilessly.

I looked at Lex and Jimin for the last time before the world went black. When I woke up, harsh fluorescent lights and the sterile scent of antiseptic greeted me. Panic surged as I tried to move, only to find my wrists bound to the bed by cold, unforgiving cuffs. A nurse's eyes met mine, her expression a mixture of pity and unease. Then I saw Jess, her worried face peering at me from the hallway. The sight of her brought a brief, fragile comfort before reality crashed down again. My gaze shifted to Lex, standing at the foot of my bed, fury burning in his eyes.

"Why weren't you armed?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and concern. "You knew you were going to get hurt!". Before I could muster a response, Jimin entered the room, his expression grave but tinged with relief. "Stephanie and the Head have been taken away by the police," he announced. "They're going to be sentenced to death."

A wave of sorrow washed over me, threatening to drown out all other emotions. Stephanie, once my closest friend, was now facing the ultimate punishment. The weight of our shared past and the inevitability of her fate pressed down on me, filling me with a deep, aching sadness.As Lex and Jimin watched, their eyes searching for answers, I could only lie there, the cuffs biting into my wrists, trapped not just by metal restraints but by the inescapable consequences of our actions.