You changed me [P.J.M]

Chapter 30: {END}

Since Jimin came into my room yesterday, I never bothered to even lock the door anymore knowing that my parents have a spare key. Neither did I bother to reply anyone, I felt so lost and confused with myself. The devil was telling me to go back to him, while the angel was resisting. It was telling me to stay strong on my stand.

The fever pretty much helped no shit but to keep the pounding in my head. It was hard to fall asleep due to the pain I felt at the back of my eyes as well as the urge to open them again to release some of the pressure that's pressing against it. Nausea overcame me during midnight and I couldn't stop puking. It was the most horrible I've felt in years.

All I remembered was vaguely falling asleep around 3am, where the giddiness had finally subsided after nearing the edge of puking blood out. Only to be awaken by shouting downstairs. Very loud shouting. It was inaudible, but definitely coming from downstairs. Groaning a bit, I felt slightly better and more active. My hair was a mess, my skin was pale, my lips were dry and I looked horribly sick.

It was chilly today, or was it just me? But anyhow, I got changed into a baby blue polka dot sweater and black leggings, trying my best to look better than I actually am although it only helped by less than a percent.

The shouting downstairs hadn't died down the slightest. Slowly stepping down, the noises started to make more sense to me. It was my father.

"And you dare come into this house with your filthy soles! WHO ASKED YOU TO STEP INTO THIS PLACE?!"

What? Who was he talking to? Furrowing my eyebrows with a muddled mind, I lowered myself until I could see what was going on in the living room. My dad was sitting on his couch arrogantly, his voice laced with so much anger and hate, yet his face showed much satisfaction. Satisfaction to see Jimin on his knees.

Jimin kneeled in front of him, looking down at the grey carpet that sprawled across the floor in front of the couch. Seeing dad in such rage, my mom just stood aside, looking at Jimin pitifully. Even if she wanted to do something, it wouldn't be a good timing to do so with my dad so infuriated.

"Please, I beg of you. Just let me see her once and I'll never touch her, see her or even glance at her ever again. I'll leave this house peacefully. Just let me see her."

A sadistic chuckle echoed across the house, my dad's head leaning back against the couch. Boy, did he look so delighted to torture someone from the other house. At this point, I felt like I should go down and do something, but yet my feet stayed frozen to the steps.

"Alright, after you bow to me. Three times." My head snapped up, looking at Jimin who also seemed stunned at such a humiliating request. To bow to a person much hated by one is almost like admitting defeat, an unfair one. The shame in doing so is unbearable.

Jimin's pride is top priority, he'd never do that.

Much to my surprise, Jimin started to lay both his hands on the floor in front of him. I was actually touched at this. Would he really put his pride down just to see me? The thought of this being made possible made me happy. However, it died down immediately when I recalled what he said.

Just let me see her once and I'll never touch her, see her or even glance at her ever again. I'll leave this house peacefully. Just let me see her.

One.

Two.

Three bows and my dad was certainly the happiest man on earth, whilst mom couldn't look at Jimin in the eye anymore. When he sat up and leaned front to Jimin, I thought he gave him a chance but no.

"Fine. I'll grant your wish. You'll see her alright." He rose. "In your dreams." The next thing I knew, a slap resounded. Instantly, I came dashing down the stairs and running to Jimin. I kneeled next to him.