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Chapter 30 (Part 7) [End]

(A/N: Not like you would but it's just a suggestion, listen to the song I Need U while reading this last chapter)

-Taehyung's POV-

As soon as Tamiko got in the ambulance with her mother, we quickly went to go to SeokJin's home to get his truck.

We tried to get there as fast as we could, it took us 20 minutes because of traffic. We got to the hospital and we stood in the waiting room, searching for Tamiko.

I was the first on to spot her, and I immediately ran up to her and hugged her.

"I don't want her to d-d-d-" I cut her off before she could finished her statement, I hugged her head in my chest.

"Shh, it's okay she'll be okay. She's a fighter just like you. Don't worry she'll be out and okay in no time."  I just let her cry on me, until Namjoon tapped my shoulders and signaled for me to get up. I have Tamiko one last squeeze before getting up and letting the rest of the guys comfort her.

I decided to take that as a chance to go outside and just get my thoughts together.

-Flashback- (a/n: ooh I don't think I've ever done this)
"DAD! STOP!" He wouldn't stop, I just had to make him stop somehow. If I don't stop him, my mom might end up dead.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU'RE A FUCKING DICK."

"DAD STOP IT." My younger sister tried to pry his hands off our mother. She pried one of his hands off, but he used that hand to smack her across the face.

I ran towards my sister and made sure she was okay. A bruise began forming on her cheek, she held her cheek with tears in her eyes.

I was beyond pissed now, but what was I gonna really do? I'm only 14 years old. The abuse went on for another 15 minutes, but it seemed to go one for hours.
-3 Years Later-

My mom divorced my dad, and she's fighting a custody battle. What has happened is that my dad gets me and my sister during the summer, and my mother gets us during the rest of the year.

It's summer now, so that means me and my younger sister are with our abusive father. I'm currently outside, heading back home.

Walking into my home, I saw my father abusing my younger sister, again. This is the last straw, I've let him get away with this for too long. And the system won't do anything about it.

There were beer bottles on a table near the door, leading to my sisters room. I grabbed one of the bottles in my hand, and thought about what I was about to do.

I was certain about this. There's no turning back now.

Everything happened in a flash.

I smashed the glass bottle.

The glass bottle had a sharp bottom now.

I kicked the door fully open.

Pushed my father off of my younger sister.

Stuck the bottle in my fathers stomach.

1 stab.

2 stabs.

3 stabs.

I didn't stop until I knew he was dead.

I just killed my father.

I just ended our suffering.

I realized what I have just done.