Bad Blood || K. Jongin

08| Assassins Bullet

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(Lyra)

He moves closer and grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Don't make me rape you Lyra."

I have never seen a look so evil.

I struggle in his overbearing grip, knowing that no matter what I do I could not escape him.

Even if I scream, nobody would come and rescue me.

Tears stream down my face, from anger, sadness, and fear.

"N...no..." I whimper with my hands against his chest. I feel pathetic as my attempts to push him away are weak.

I have given up.

Chinho rips my shawl off, and tosses it behind him.

"I bet you're already wet." He snickers. "Young virgin bodies are the best for me."

His breath prickles down my back, causing the hairs on my neck to shoot up straight.

My whole body trembles at his terrifying words, and all the fear that has built up inside me was finally coming out-

"STOP!" I scream, kicking and scratching as he tries to pull down my underwear.

I squirm, twist and desperately try anything I can think of to break away from his disgusting hands.

But he is too strong for me.

I start to cry harder. I couldn't do anything and that was the hardest part, I had no choice but to feel his hands across my skin.

I had never felt the touch of a man in these areas of my body, and I wished it could have been with someone i loved-- not by this perverted and revolting man, Who only wanted me for the pleasure and money.

Chinho forces my hands above my head and pins them down with his elbows.

"Please don't do this?!" I cry out, moving my head away from his lips.

He leans down for a quick moment, and my heart completely shuts down.

I see Jongin standing behind Chinho, with a shiny black pistol in his hands.

He slowly brings his finger up to his lips, And nods.

I gasp, feeling Chinho's teeth against the skin above my breast.

Jongin suddenly steps forward, even in the darkness I can see the glint of anger in his eyes.

Violation pulses through my veins and I squeeze my eyes shut at the uncomfortable feeling.

"If you'd stop struggling so hard this would go much faster and more pleasurable for you."

I feel his weight shift on top of me. It's like the gates of heaven opened, giving me my one and only chance.

It was stupid of me, but I speak to him one last time.

"Nothing you could ever do would pleasure me-You remind me of a dog!" I lean up and spit in his eye, pulling my fist free to uppercut his chin.

Chinho stumbles for a moment, his eyes widen once the pain of my punch sets in.

"You bitch!" He roars, pushing himself off of me.

I burst from the bed.

One.

I run to the corner.

Two.

I cover my ears.

Three.

The dreaded sound of Jongin's gun goes off. It wasn't loud, it was so quiet I could barely hear it.

An assassins bullet.

I shelter my eyes as I hear Chinho's body crumble to the ground. He didn't even stand a chance.

Then it's silent. So silent that the only sound I can hear is the beating of my heart.

I breathe out suddenly, realizing that I was holding my breath.

Then, the tears fall out.

"Oh my god.." I sob, collapsing from my kneeling state onto the soft carpet.

It wasn't comforting though. Nothing could be.

My body felt different, but even worse..I felt different.

I claw at my skin for a minute, feeling that it was weighing me down with guilt.

What has happened to me?

"J-jongin.." I gasp through my sobs, pulling myself back up and away from the pitch black corner. I crawl quietly, even though I didn't need to. It just felt like no matter what I did someone would always be there. I was restless and afraid of the dark.

I whisper in the darkness. "Where are you?" but my mind was clouded as I crawl further, with my side against the bed.

I'm about to call for him one more time, but then my hand splats into a wet pool of blood.

I swallow hard. It's still warm.

I pull my shaking hand away, and wipe it away with the mattress sheets.

I should be revolted, disgusted, and ashamed- but that emotion is now replaced with nothing.

I feel nothing at all.

I'm numb.

"Jongin..." I call again, my voice laced with fear. No matter how hard I try to sooth my voice it shakes and cracks.

Silence.

"I'm sorry." His voice breaks the silence.

My heart aches. "F..for what?"

"For not being able to protect you... I-I promised."

"You did." I cry, at the feeling of his gentle touch against my skin.

Jongin helps me up slowly, and I fall into his chest. I grip him tightly and bury my face into his shirt.

Then I start to cry again. My tears soak into his shirt but he doesn't seem to care.

I felt him shaking too, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Shh.." He whispers, hesitantly setting his hand on my back to rub it softly. "I'm here... I'm sorry."

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I hope he can feel my gratitude through my actions. Which was my tight embrace that I didn't want to break.

Jongin pulls his head away, and looks down at me with a sad smile. "Are you okay?" He asks, holding me up straight with his strong hands.

I can tell he is referring to what had just happened, I had just witnessed someone's death for the second time.

My guilt was small, but it was still there.

"I'm alright, just shaken up." I finally speak, glancing down to find Jongin's hands laced with mine.

"I'm glad I came in time. He was going to-"

"I know." I interrupt, refusing to remember his touch. I never wanted to relive something like that ever again. Because the next time this happens, nobody will be here to save me.

No matter how much I wanted to change, I was powerless.

But this boy standing next to me eased the pain.

He gave me hope.

Finally, I felt safe again.

And maybe, I could finally leave this place.