I Will Only Say This Once (Jimin FF)

1 - Prologue

A/N:

Annyeonghaseyo! I just wanted to let you know that this is a story I wrote a long time ago in Quotev.com so there's a lot of mistakes. Please understand!

-ARMYsunnie

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I'm walking outside with my earphones (definetely listening to BTS) but suddenly, I got a text message from my dad.

"GET YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!"

"And here we go again" I thought.

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I open my front door and I see my drunked dad on the couch. 

"What do you want?" I said with an annoyed tone.

"You're finally here, you bitch!". Seriously? Does he have to curse everytime he talks?

"What do you want?" I said, uninterrested. I'm only looking at his drunked and discusting face and it makes me uncomfortable.

"How long are you going to stay here?! I told you to GET A JOB!!!"

So, my dad told me that I need to get a job since I'm already 18. All he cares is...well, you guess it...MONEY and couldn't care less about me. I secretly worked and lie to him that I didn't found a job yet, because I know that he'll try and steal the money from me. 

"I DIDN'T FOUND ONE YET!!!"

"WELL YOU BETTER HURRY, YOU ASS HOLE!" He shouted.

"I'M THE ONE WHO CHOOSES WHAT TO DO!!!"

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK WITH ME IN HIS TONE?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT ME!!!"

After that loud conversation, I headed straight to my room, open my door and slam the it shut very loudly. I.Hate.My.Dad! The reason mom died is because of him! 

My mom worked her butt off for that man and she end up spending to much energy. One day, she was really tired and was walking home. After entering in our house, my dad, like always, starts scolding at mom for the money. She, for the first time she actually screamed back at dad and he starts hitting her like crazy. Mom fell unconscious and died. I saw the whole thing. It happened when I was 10. The worst thing was that HE, THAT DRUNKED MAN, DOESN'T CARED ABOUT MOTHER!!!

I hate him and I will never forgive him.

For the rest of the day, I end up sleeping, thinking about my past.

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I suddenly woke up from the loud sound of my alarm. I got out of my bed, pick out my clothes and went to the bathroom (I had one in my room, which was pretty awesome). I brushed my hair and my teeths. I chose my earings, since I have 4 piercings (which was strangely prohibited by my family) on one ear and none on the other one. I hid it with my hair because I hate it when my so-call-dad keeps shouting at me for them. I wear a black beanie, black tank top (calm down, I wore a sweatshirt on top) and dark blue ripped leggings. For the shoes, I chose to wear black converse high. As you can tell, I'm not really a girly girl, but a tomboy.I got out of my bathroom and took my huge suitcase which contains all my stuff (Sorry for not mentioning it but I packed my stuff yesterday night 'cause I'm moving.). My room is empty, except that I still have my bed, desk and shelves. The rest, I took almost everything from my room and got out.

As I walked out, my so-called-dad, who's opening his 5th bootle of beer realize that I have my suitcase. 

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"

"I'm moving." I coldly spat.

"YOU'RE MOVING, HUH?! DO YOU EVEN HAVE MONEY?!" He started to scream.

"No, I don't." I lied. I had to, or else,he'll steal it away from me.

"SO YOU'RE GOING TO BE HOMELESS?! WELL, I REALLY WANTED YOU TO LEAVE THE HOUSE SOON, SO YOU DID A GOOD JOB!"

"Well then, I should leave." I plainly said. Sometimes, I think that He has no logic or brain.

"YOU BITCH!"

He took a glass bottle of his, smash it on the table, pick a shard, fold my sleeves up and slightly made many cuts on my wrist and one on my cheek. Since I'm really use to him cutting me, I didn't scream in pain, but instead, I put my hand on the cut.

"I'm leaving." I said as I tried to not show any pain.

:GO ON! LEAVE! DON'T YOU EVER RETURN HERE AGAIN!!!" He shouted.

I left the house and I mumbled: "Appa, goodbye." 

Tears starts falling down to my chin. I guess I will miss him, even thought he has done horrible things...