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Finding your loved ones hurt is like discovering a piece of your own heart has been bruised.
Jimin was thrown onto her living room center table. She had been kicked in the stomach and repeatedly beaten. Jay was passed out on the floor, and jays boyfriend, Yeong, was growing bored. Her living room was a mess, her body was beaten up and Jay was useless. He got his friends and leaned down to look at her. "You could have done this easier." He took whatever he thought was valuable, her cash and whatnot and left them there. The sun had come up already and here she was. In and out of consciousness.
She heard her phone buzz and groaned as she forced herself to fall from the table.
Landing on the floor hard, she crawled to her phone, the light from the cracked screen blinding her eyes.
She saw she had texts messages and calls but she dialed 911 instead. Moments later, she found herself in an ambulance, heading to her families hospital. Jay went into surgery and she was being checked. She laid in her bed, heading the machine and listening to the nurses. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath feeling herself cry.
The door opened, and she opened her eyes. It was her father. Standing quietly, as he walked over and read her chart. "Broken wrist, bruised ribs, black eye, and split lip with bruising all over your body.... How did this happen?"
"Jay-" her father sighed. He took off his reading glasses, before looking up at her, sitting down at the foot of her bed. "I told you he was a bad kid to hang out. Ever swings you met." "I met him when I was 3 father. And he didn't do this." "Then who did?", he snapped. She flinched in her bed. She sat up, looking at her father. "He had a new boyfriend, who apparently didn't treat him right. Jay ran away to me and they followed him, and threaten me for money. I refused and so they beat me." ".....did they do anything else to you?" She shook her head no, as he looked down at his feet. "I will find them.... And make sure they'll wish they never messed with you." He got up, fixed his clothing, and walked towards the door.
"What happen about leaving you alone?" He stopped at the door. "I said, just stop bothering me, unless you're hurt or dead. You are hurt. Now I'm mad." He walked out without looking at her. She felt her heart ache As she was left alone in her room.
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