It Isn't Easy || kth

Chapter 31

I haven't gone through to edit this chapter so apologies for bad typos and missing words.

a week before Zahara's 20th Birthday

Zahara: *in NY but was staying with Victoria. Currently she's on her way to her parent's house to visit her mom and she's feeling very anxious. She's currently texting Taehyung*

Be careful babe
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I'll try..
Shouldn't you be sleeping?
It's 3AM over there.
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I'm playing on the computer
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Poor Namjoon
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He's actually giving me a death glare right now
Very intimidating..
But, I'm too into this game right now.
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But you are texting me?
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You're more important than a video game.
Call me if anything happens
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If anything bad does end up happening, you know that I would forget about calling you.
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I know..
But still
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Go to sleep
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In a bit
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😐
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I love you 😁❤️
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I love you too ❤️
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Zahara: *sighs as she puts in her earphones, and starts listening to music. She looks out the window and disappears into her own world*

an hour later

Zahara: *finally arrives at her old home but no one is home. She's in the living room, waiting.*

another hour later

Zahara: *was taking a nap until she wakes up to the sound of screaming and yelling. Sits up quickly, looking around frantically. Gets up and runs out of the living room. Hears her mom screaming from down the hallway* MOM!?

Brian: DON'T YOU DARE–Zahara? *looks dully at Zahara's mom* you didn't tell me anything *smirks as he grabs the back of his wife's neck, shoving her into the island, causing her to scream again and fall to the ground*

Zahara: *quickly making her way to the kitchen* MOM!?

Zahara's Mom: ZAHARA STAY AWAY! GO LEAVE RUN!

Zahara: *stops at the doorway, with her eyes widen. The whole kitchen is a mess*

*how did I not wake up to all this breaking?*

Zahara's Mom: ZAHARA GO!

Zahara: *looks at Brian who's staring at her with a smirk*

*help my mom, call the cops–no–distraction, run upstairs, find his hidden–no–call cops as I run, chasing me–defense mechanism–shit–quick*