The Guy In Suit [Bts JK ff]

22. Truth...

Shana P.O.V

With every step he took forward, I took one back until my back the wall again. "You're my wife now. I can do anything I want" He whispered into my ear as his body was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes when I felt his breath on my cheek, scared of what he would do next. I slightly opened my eyes when I didn't feel his breath anymore. I saw him walking out of the room. I sighed. Should I tell him? No, he would be disgusted my me. I took my phone and went to the backyard. I sat down on the stairs. I was thinking about my life. The scars, the fear, the damage, the friends, the kids, the parents and the husband. I wanted to get away from all. Even the friends and the kids. I looked at my wrist. Should I try again? Who would actually miss me? My friends? They can get over me... My parents? They wouldn't notice. My husband? He wouldn't care. My kids? They can forget me... Why am I still here? I'm worth nothing. What am I doing here? I'm not even good at anything. Should I go? Hell, yes.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook said as he sat down next to me. I already forgot what happened earlier. "Nothing" "Well, it has to be something. Everyone thinks of something when they're not saying anything" "It's not like you would care" "I can decide that for myself" "If I would go away for a while. Would you care?" "No, not really. As long as you aren't cheating" See, he doesn't care. "Where are you planning to go?" "Heaven..." I whispered to myself. "What?" "Nowhere. It was just a question" Maybe he could help me without knowing.

"Have you ever thought of the way you wanna die?" "What? Why would you ask that?" "I have a friend who's going through some stuff and it just made me think" "Oh, well. I've always wanted to go peaceful and painless" Painless? Should I try pills again? Or drowning? "What's up with these questions about death?" He's seeing through it... "Nothing" I casually answered. "You're not planning to do something stupid, right?" "Why would you ask that?" Never give in... "Because if you are, I would cry" What? "You would?" "Yes, I mean for a day maybe" He joked and I smiled. Fake...

One day people will cry and the other you're forgotten? Sounds peaceful to me. Then, my phone rang. It was him. I declined. "Aren't you gonna pick that up?" Why does he ask so many questions? "No" "Why not?" "It's not important" "It could be" "Believe me it isn't" He wanted to say something but the doorbell interrupted him. "Did you invite someone?" I asked him. "No. Did you?" I shook my head. Could it be him? Jungkook stood up to open the door. I carefully walked behind him. I closed my eyes, waiting to get taken away. Instead, I heard six boys greeting Jungkook. Bangtan. I sighed in relief and opened my eyes. I greeted them too.

We were sitting on the couch, just talking when Jungkook's phone rang. He picked up, nodded a few times and hung up. "Office guys. I gotta go" We nodded and I made Jungkook something to eat for in the office. Jungkook left the house and I was alone with Bangtan. "Do you guys want something to drink?" "Water!" "Lemonade!" "No, thank you" "So, 2 water, 2 lemonade. I'm on my way" "How did you do that?" -Yoongi. "I was going to the orphanage every day. Believe me, with those kids, you'll learn it eventually" I scratched my head in awkwardness. I saw Namjoon frown. I looked at the arm I was scratching my head and saw the scar. I quickly put my hand down. No one else saw it since they were laughing and talking happily. I wanted to walk away but Namjoon held me back by my wrist. He turned it around and saw the scar.

"Shana-ah, what's this?" -Namjoon. "Hyung, what is it?" -Taehyung. Everyone came to look at my wrist. "Shana-ah, why" Everyone asked me and I tried to hold back the tears but I couldn't. They hugged me as soon as they saw the first tear fall. They dragged me to the couch and made me sit down. "Tell us what happened. You can trust us" -Jimin. "It's nothing. You need to worry about" I wanted to stand up but Jin held me back. His hand was exactly where my scar was. "Tell us" -Yoongi. I took a deep breath. "It's a long story" "We don't care" -Hoseok. "It started when I was little, around 10 years old. Mark oppa, Matthew and I lived in America and one day we got sent home from school because we 'misbehaved'. We just helped a girl out who got bullied. The bully went too far and I pushed her. Then the principal came and sent us three home. My father wasn't exactly happy with it so he beat me. Then, when I was 14, something like that happened again but this time lots of more drama. It involved Matthew's girlfriend and she was a total witch.