I walk to the back of the classroom to my usual seat, my eyes on the ground. I ignore the guys as I sit, but I can feel their eyes trained on me. I shouldn't have told V. I didn't know everyone else would hear my rant. But I did tell them, and I had to pay for it.-flashback-
I hum to myself as I run a brush through my hair, the knots coming out easily. I look up in shock when there is a nock on the front door, my eyes widening slightly. Who could that be? My mom isn't going to be home for two months because of a shortage of dancers at a strip club a day's drive away. I am in the house by myself, the bottom floors dark. No one ever comes around without a reason, and I didn't invite anyone over.
I place the brush down on my bedside table, standing up from my spot cautiously. I walk down the stairs towards the door, careful not to fall because of the lack of light. I pull on my white oversized tshirt, suddenly wishing I had thought to change into something more appropriate before coming down. It barely covers my ass, my underwear the only thing underneath it at the moment.
My breath quickens as I turn on the light, walking slowly towards the door. I turn the handle and open the door, a gasp escaping my lips. How did he know where I live?
"Hey baby doll. Long time no see."
I slam the door closed only to have his foot prevent it from closing all the way. He forces it open as I stumble backwards in fear, my palms sweating profusely.
"You told them didn't you?"
I shake as he advances on me, his eyes hard and burning with rage. I whimper as he grabs onto my hair, yanking me closer to his face.
"Answer me slut! You told those seven idiots didn't you? Did you mention my name? Huh!?!"
I rapidly shake my head and he scoffs before throwing me to the ground. I let out a hiss of pain as my head makes contact with the corner of the coffee table. I reach my hand up to feel where I got hit and wince at the sharp pain. When I look at my fingers, all I see is red. My blood trickles down my forehead and onto my white shirt, the fabric quickly getting stained.
"Don't you dare tell anyone what I do. If you do, I won't hesitate to kill you, you whore."
I gulp as he bares down upon me, my eyes wide with fear. He wouldn't really kill me......would he? He has always joked around about it, threatening to throw me off the top of the school numerous times. This time, he looks dead serious. I have never seen him look so angry in my life.
"I-I won't Tom. I p-promise" I stutter out, my head going fuzzy. I can tell I am losing a lot of blood from how everything looks like it has a double. I watch as Tom seemingly splits in two as he hovers over me, his face going fuzzy. He is talking to me but it sounds as if I am underwater. His voice is low and gurgled, as if my brain can't process his words.
I barely feel it when the knife cuts through the fragile skin of my thigh. I can barely register the pain as he carves letters and words into me, the tip of the knife now covered in my blood. A single tears slips down my cheek as he kisses the top of my head, leaving me lying on my living room floor as he walks away and into the night.
-reality-
I am brought out of my senses by a hand touching my knee. It is dangerously close to where Tom carved into my skin, my leg tingling from the sensation. I can't let them see. I can't let them find out. I don't want anyone to look at me now that I have those words etched permanently onto me.
Slut.....Whore.....Bitch.....Cunt.............Worthless.......Ugly........Die.........Kill yourself...............Tom's.
They will forever be apart of me. A cruel reminder of who I am, what I am, who's I am.
"Z.......are you ok?"
I stare blankly at Jungkook as he looks at me. There is worry in his caring eyes, his concern for me apparent. I still can't believe all that he is done for me. I can't believe that he would stick with me all this time. I can't let him find out. I don't want anything to happen to him. I don't want to lose him.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
I look away as soon as I utter those words. If I look at him for too long, I know I'll crack. I'll tell him everything. I'll pour my heart and soul out to him, and he will listen. I know he will listen. That's just who he is. He will be angry too. Angry at me for not telling him. Angry at Tom for what he's done. Angry at himself for not being able to do anything about it.
I don't want that for him. I don't want him to get into trouble with Tom. I know that Tom will win if he does. He will ruin his life like he's done to me, and I can't have that. I won't stand by and watch as he breaks little by little.
It's too late for me.
But I'll protect him with my life.
That's what you do for the person you.....love.
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