GOT7 IMAGINES

38.) BamBam (requested)

Requested by YepeoBby

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A slight breath brushed against my neck. Then my body shook intensely.

"WAKE UP!!! WE GOT TO GO!!!!" a manly yet husky voice yelled. My eyes slightly opened slowly as I could.

"Aishhh why cant you just leave her?! Its our vacation not hers!!" That voice belonging to my step-mom.

"SHE'S MY DAUGHTER I NEED TO BRING HER WITH US!!" I shot my eyes wide and saw them all dressed with their suitcases at the door.

"So? She's not my daughter so who cares. DON'T YOU CARE WHAT I THINK?!!" She yells back with anger firing through her eyes. 

"Appa?" I say weakly. He looked at me and I smiled.

"Omo you're awake. Sorry if we woke you. But lets get you ready to go." He helps me sit up. I looked at my step-mom. She gave a not good look.

"Appa, just go. Its your one year anniversary with step-mom. I'll be fine." I held my dad's hand. He looked at me with anxiety.

"But you're sick, at times like this. Who's gonna take care of you?" I smiled widely.

"Don't worry." 

"You see, we don't need her. Now lets go before we miss our plane." Step-mother tried pulling father away. I waved bye to them.

"I'll find someone to watch you. Okay??" I nod and smiled as he gripped onto his suitcase.

"Now don't move so much or else you'll fall." I nod again, giving him both thumbs up to assure him. He smiled and left with step-mother.

I sighed and laid back down.

"Why did he even marry her?..." I grabbed my phone and checked my messages.

None.

I just sighed more and switched my phone off. I looked around the living room as I lay from the couch. I looked a my mom's urn in front of her picture. I smiled.

"Annyeong umma." My weak voice lets out.

I'm sure she didnt hear me.

I threw off my blanket and sat up.

I can walk, right?

Yeah, its nothing to worry about.

I set my feet steady and with all my weight, onto the floor. Having my hands to push me up for support and there I knew I was standing.

Classic daily struggle.

I smiled and had my hands into fist as I confidently walked to my mother's area. I stood in front of it and giggled.

"Umma, sorry you had to see me walk even when I'm not suppose to, according to dad. But you couldnt hear me from there, so I'm here to you." I smiled as I stare at her picture.

"So, I'll say things again. Hello umma, how have you been? I've been ill for a while now. But dont worry, I'll get back into school in no time and finish my senior year. Just for you, I'll become a police women. Protect this city like you did and I wont let you down. Well besides now with my fever. I'll get better soon but you should too." I didnt notice it but my face was drenched in tears.

"I'll make you proud. I wont doubt it. Sleep well mom, I love you." I bowed slightly then burst out in tears holding onto my thighs for support. I looked up and kept crying.