Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Five months exactly. That was the time undercover detectives had gathered enough evidence to prosecute Kim Jongin. How, you ask? The detectives managed to hack through the cameras set up in every room and record the abuse for evidence. Now was the crunch time, Kim Jongin has a baseball bat above Flora's rib cage, and just as he swings down, the door slams open and floods of cops and paramedics storm in, escorting the maids and butlers who's minds were long gone, but manage to get to the two girls. Three cops had to pin Jongin to the ground, which is achieved with ease and he is suddenly slammed behind bars. Students of the school Flora once attended begin to gather in shock of the scene unfolding. This is when her secrets are exposed by an angrily little Minti, horrified by the way the older kids treated her Unnie. Flora however, her breathing is uneven, too fast to be normal, the blow to her ribs applied pressure to her lungs and she struggles to breathe. The final thing she remembers is a familiar boy rush in, his mopped hair tied into a ponytail and his hands climb to cup the female's face, gently helping her to sleep easier.
He just prays she will wake up.
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I Can Fix Your Kokoro
FanfictionThe darkness is something I have always feared. It brings out the worst in people. I've faced that for six years, and I have three more to go in this twisted contract my father forced me into when I was six years old. Nobody knows this truth, every...