Deranged | Jimin

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"You sold all my furniture!?" I questioned the chubby woman in front of me in shock. She was my landlord, well, used to be.

"Your rent is two weeks overdue! And you haven't been here in weeks, so I just assume you left!" The middle age woman said disdainfully.

"Even then, you should have contacted me before you go and sell my furniture!" I retaliated angrily.

"Yea whatever. I've sold it, you can't do anything."

"You! I'll sue you!"

"What I did is legal, you can't sue me."

I glared at her before backing off and walking away, enraged. How dare she sell my furniture without permission. I paced out of me old apartment building  after taking the old lift which I assumed would be for the last time.

"Arg!" I stumbled backward when I walked into someone at the front of the building, "Watch where you're going!"

"Yerin?" A familiar man's voice said, "Yerin, is that you?"

"Dad?" Terror struck me as I knew what was about to happen.

"Where's my money? Huh?" His voice was raising.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I haven't been able to send any..."

"Well, what are you doing here? You should be in the bank doing it!" His almond-shaped eyes were glaring at me so hard they were almost circles.

"Dad please don't shout-"

"I can speak to you however I want! You are my daughter so I own you!"

I wanted to shout that no he doesn't, that I was my own person and I can control my own life, but for some reason I just couldn't do it; something was stopping me. Fear maybe.

"I promise I'll do it soon! But...just not right now..." In truth, I didn't have the amount I would normally give him now that I haven't been going to work at my several jobs.

"Are you hiding your money from me, huh? Is that what you're doing!?" His voice was raisng again.

"No! Dad, I promise I'll get it to you soon! I-"

"You are hiding money from me! You ungrateful daughter!" He slapped me right in the left cheek. I fell to the ground due to the impact and I could feel my jaw stinging.

"Dad, please stop-" I flinched when I saw his hand raise again to strike me. I anticipated the impact with shut eyes, but it never came. Instead, I saw two men in casual clothes restraining my dad when I opened my eyes, holding his arms behind his back to prevent him from moving too much.

"Who the fuck are you!? Get your dirty hands off me!" Spit came out of my dad's slightly sliding mouth as he shouted.

The ignored him and one of the man said, "Miss Song, are you alright?"

"Um, yea," I stood back up, "Who are you?"

"We are under instruction to protect you from harm." He replied.

"Are you from FIRE?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss Song."

"Can you tell Yoongi I don't need someone following me around?"

"No, miss. The order boss gave was absolute."

I sighed. Not again.

"Get the fuck off me you two!" My dad yelled as he struggled uselessly in their grips, "Yerin tell them to get off me!"

"What do you want us to do with him, Miss Song?" The other man asked me.

"Please, just let him go."