Save me [ Park Jimin ff ] *Discontinued*

Chapter 3

Clara's POV:

It's been a week since I met that guy and I don't even know his name. Actually he always tries to talk to me, but I never listen to him.

Like now. Why does he always try to talk to me? It's so annoying!

Guy: Why do you always have that blank face? And why don't you talk to me?

He said frustrated. Speaking the truth this is the second time I actually pay attention to what he says. The first time was when I first saw him.

But, I just kept my blank face on, before taking my phone out.

But he snapped my phone away.

Me: Hey!

I yelled. He was surprised for some reason. Then he smirked and said.

Guy: I made you speak!

Me: so? It's not a big deal! Now give me my phone back!!!

But of course, life is unfair. He didn't give my phone back. He instead lifted it in the air, out of my reach.

Guy: not until you answer a question.

Me: what is it?

I said frustrated, but managed to keep my voice low, preventing myself from yelling at him.

Guy: what's my name?

Carp! I didn't say anything. Suddenly my phone made a sound signalling me that I had a message. I tried harder to get my phone, desperate since I knew what would happen if it was my aunt or my cousin.

Me: please give it back!

He didn't listened to me and held the phone higher. Suddenly something popped in my mind.

*At class, flashback*

Teacher: Park Jimin! Are you sleeping in my class?

The boy woke up at the loud voice of the teacher.

Jimin: I-I'm sorry miss...

He said, looking down.

*End of flashback*

I smirked and stopped trying to grab my phone. Instead I just extended my hand and said.

Me: Park Jimin, can you please give me my phone back?

I said nicely. Wow! It's been a really long time since I talked nicely to a person at my age. I would normally just shout or speak rudely at them. His smirk fade away, as he gave me my phone back, in defeat. I took my phone and quickly went into the bathroom, looking the door behind me. I checked the text.

Mydevilofacousin: Basement. Now.

I sighed and got out of the bathroom. I left my phone in my room and headed out from my room. Just I was about to open the door, I heard a voice behind me.

Jimin: where do you think you are going?

Me: None of your business.

I said strictly and opened the door.

As soon as I got in the basement, I saw him standing in the middle of the room. He was looking at me, smirking.

Cousin: you're late. You know what that means, don't you?

I looked down at my feet, waiting for the worse.

(A/N: You didn't actually think I was going to end this chapter at 484 word??? Oh well... here you go).

He kicked my stomach, causing me to stumble back, from the force of his leg.

It didn't hurt. I've been through worse than this. His mom is 10000 times worse than him. At least he hasn't do anything extreme....Yet....

He came closer to me and punched me in the face. At my cheek. Oh god. This is going to leave a bruise. It wasn't enough for him. He punched me once again in the face, but this time in the eye. Okay, this hurts. I fell on the floor, holding my left eye with my left hand. I looked up at him, just to see him smirking.

Oh no. I was sitting on the floor, supporting my weak and little body on my right hand. He kicked my right hand with his leg, causing me to fall on the floor. Great! Now I was lying on the floor. He started kicking me, over and over again. Every single time he kicked, it hurted even more. Not only physically, but mostly mentally.

Knowing that I didn't received love from anyone in this world, was the most painful thing I had to go through. Slowly I started to loose my consciousness, while tears escaped my eyes, signalling that I was really hurt. He didn't stop. His laugh echoed through my ears, making me even more hurt. My vision was now blurry, I couldn't see. I pass out.
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I woke up. I was still in that basement. I tried to walk in my room. The sun wasn't visible, a sigh that no one was awake. As soon as I entered the room I saw Jimin lying on the couch, sleeping. I ignored him and walked to the bathroom.

After all these years, I'm still shocked every time I see how bad they abuse me physically. My head was throbbing from the pain, my nose was bleeding, my skin full of scars and bruises, my clothes slightly torn. I gasped. This was the worst he has ever done to me. I stayed still, not being able to move from all the shock.

A sudden gasp caused me to turn around. Oh no.

Behind me stood a totally shocked Jimin, with a frightened expression in his face. He didn't move a muscle as I begin to speak.

Me: Look... it's not as bad as it looks like... don't worry, I'm fine.

I tried to talk normally in a low tone but he just had to start shouting.

Jimin: HOW THE HECK ( a/n: sorry for the language) CAN YOU SAY THAT THIS IS FINE???

He said pointing to me. I have to do it.

Me: Look. This is none of your business. You can't just barge into someone's life, expecting them to welcome you with an open heart. Some people might do that but not me. So... I will say this one time and only. LEAVE ME ALONE, PARK JIMIN.

He looked disappointed. Well... not that I care.

But hey! He ignored what I just said! He came closer to me and grabbed my wrist. He took me to the living room. He then left me there and went to god-knows-where.

I stayed there not moving. I don't know why. I felt like I couldn't move. I was weak and I knew that. After a few seconds he came back with a... first aid kit. Wait, what??? What is he doing???

He sat in front of me and took care of my woods. I was observing his face all that time. I can say that he is handsome. But I really don't care about his looks.

I'm not going to talk to him again...

I'm not allowed to anyways...

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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