Personal Guard | m.yoongi

liar , liar , your life is burning in your hell ' s fire .

"You should have never even been born!" She screamed at me as she pushed me down against the wall. "A piece of worthless shit like you should have been killed!" She pulled my hair as she threw me down. "I wanted a son! Not a daughter, I don't need pathetic girls as my children!!" She kicked me, jabbing her stiletto's heel into my ribs as I bit my cheek to cry out from the pain.

"I wish she had been one of your fling's," he called out as he puffed out a breath of smoke. "But all of those DNA and blood tests proved that she is actually my blood and flesh!" He spat out as he glared at me.

Lowering my eyes, I held my rib as I felt my hand soak with blood from the cut.

"My flesh and blood! Wasted on you!" He shouted, throwing his seat to the side as he stood up and came over to me, the cigarette in his hand. "Why don't you just die?" My father repeated the words that my brother had asked me the night before.

Why don't I?

Why can't I?

Why do I always survive every time?

My nose burned as I felt tears fall from my eyes as I shut them, curling myself into a ball against the wall.

"Get up! A fucking bitch like you should rot in hell where you belong! Yet here you are with your damn cursed self ruining our lives!!" He roared as he stepped closer to me, yanking me up by my arm to slam me against the wall, keeping me still in his hold as he brought his other hand over, the cigarette coming close to my eye as I let out a muffled scream.

At the last second, I snapped my head to the side, the lit end burning the top cartilage of my ear as I screamed out in pain, tears flowing down my face.

Hearing a loud bark, there was a growl as Saint ran up to him and bit his legs, letting his jaw come down on his skin. Losing his balance, the cigarette fell to the side as he pushed me back. As he stumbled to stand again, he brought his foot up to kick Saint in his side, slamming him against the wall as I let out another scream.

"No! Please, stop! Not him," I cried out as I rushed over to curl Saint under my torso to shield him from the hits.

"Who do you think you are to talk back to me!? I'm your fucking father you whore!" I felt a hard burning metal come down over my back as I felt my spine crack and skin light on fire, I bit down on my arm to try not to scream as tears ran harder from the pain.

Saint is okay.

Saint is okay.

That's all that matters.

The scene changed in an instant, leaving me confused.

Saint was no longer in my arms as I stood in a room that was a bit familiar, but I couldn't recognize anything.

As I turned around, I saw the seven that I guard standing there, Yoongi in the middle as they stared at me. I heard Saint's bark, but I couldn't see him anywhere. I went to ask, talk, something to wonder what was happening, yet before I could, my gaze went to my parents who were standing behind the seven of them.

No.

My eyes widened as I tried to motion to them to move, scream to them to run. I had to save them, yet I was paralyzed.

Frozen, unable to move or speak.

Yet I couldn't tear my gaze away as I was forced to watch everything unfold.

There was another bark as a bloody Saint came forward, limping and whimpering as he bled, coming to lay in between Yoongi's legs as he was standing. When I went to look back at the seven, they were covered with bruises and cuts, wounds all over each of them.