Trapped

Chapter 2

It had almost always been like that, at least for the past few years now and you mostly just put up with it. You knew Jimin had his own problems to deal with and a new band him and some of his more popular friends had organised amongst themselves. They were far more popular than you so you never really spoke to them. In fact, thinking about it, you weren't sure if you'd ever seen any of them before. You didn't want to bother him though especially when he was just starting to have more fun with the band arranging gigs and small performances locally. You were the last thing he needed to worry about.
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That evening, you stood in the kitchen preparing dinner for you and your family. There were very little groceries in the fridge as no one had bought any. You assumed that job had been delegated to you without you actually having been told and your stomach flipped at the thought of what shit storm lay ahead because, of course, it was always your fault. You made a simple noodle dish with vegetables praying no one would notice the almost week old carrots in the dish and realise you hadn't gone shopping yet.
After dinner you set about clearing away the dishes and washing up before starting the homework you had due in next week. Jimin was planning a small get together at his with the other band members and you wouldn't have minded getting to know a couple. If all went well, you didn't see why your family wouldn't let you out for a couple of hours...
"Shit." You hissed as the plate you were washing slipped out of your grip and onto the floor smashing into small pieces. You froze where you were listening out to see if anyone has heard. Just as you thought you'd gotten away with it, your step dad marched into the kitchen before you could pick up the pieces.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" He yelled advancing towards you.
"It- it slipped. I'm s-sorry." You stuttered.
"You stupid bitch." He yelled and you felt his hand make contact with your cheek and a burning sensation follow afterwards. He slapped you several more times.
"What have I told you about being such a clumsy piece of shit." He yelled not even attempting to keep his voice down. You mumbled apologies over and over again bending down to pick of the broken ceramic. Big mistake. He kicked you onto your side and your hand slipped into the shards and several cuts appeared on your hand and arm. Half kneeling half lying there he took this opportunity. His knee make contact with your nose and a sickening crack signified it was now broken. You felt the warm blood trickle down your face and tasted it's metallic flavour as some entered your mouth. Seeing the mess you were in, he evidently decided you'd been paid the price for your clumsiness and left the kitchen mumbling under his breath.
You picked up the broken plate, finished washing up and then proceeded to wipe your blood droplets from the floor and counter top. You didn't notice that you'd been crying and swiftly wiped the tears from your face and looking at the back of your hand to see the blood staining it as well as the tears. You made your way upstairs to clean up your face and hands. After cleaning yourself up a bit, you examined your nose. It didn't look too bad but you could see a swelling around your right eye where it had evidently taken some of the impact. With any luck it would be gone by tomorrow. You didn't want to make a bad impression in front of his friends and you didn't want him asking any questions either. He didn't need the stress and god knows you didn't need the challenge of making up excuses.
You looked at the clock. It was 9:30. You were definitely more tired than you usually were at this time so giving in to the exhaustion you climbed into bed gingerly feeling exactly where the new bruises would be the next day.

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Again, sorry BTS aren't in this much. I swear they'll will be soon! Thanks for reading ^.^