Fat •Jihope•

XVII

Jimin

"Stupid bitch! You never do anything right!"

I placed my pillow over my head, trying to block out the screaming and fighting coming from the room across from me.
Hot salty tears running down my face as I tried to hold back sobs.
My mothers screams and cries rang through my ears.

"Stop. Stop. Stop."

I mumbled to myself.
Wanting all the screaming and yelling to stop.
Then suddenly. . .it did.
Everything was silent for a moment.
The world had gone still.
I uncovered my head, sitting up from my bed.

"M-mom?"

I called out.
No answer.
I slowly got off my bed.
Taking small steps trying not to make noise.
I opened my door and looked out to the hallway.

"Mom?"

I called out again.
I heard grunting and heavy breathing from my parents room.
I stood in front of their door.
Contemplating if I should open it or not.
I reached for the knob and slowly opened the door.

My mother laid on the ground.
Her body lifeless and she was bleeding from several parts of her face.
My father standing above her, with bloody knuckles.

I didn't know what to do. . .
I was frozen.
I couldn't move.
I did the only thing I could do.
I screamed.
I screamed with all my might, feeling like my vocal cords would collapsed on me.

He looked over at me.
His evil glare meeting with my child eyes.
I ran.
He ran after me.
I was small and couldn't run as fast as he could.
He caught up to me, grabbing the back of my shirt and slamming me to the ground sending shocks of pain through my body.

"N-no!! Let me go!!"

I struggled in his grip.
Tears fell from my face and he pressed me harder against the hardwood floor.
He turned me over, his bloody knuckles meeting with my face.
I cried in pain, I could already feel a bruise coming on.

Before he could throw another punch at me I heard a sound.
The sound of a police car.
He let me go and started running.
Sprinting out the front door and down the street.
I held my throbbing cheek and looked back at the door of my parents bedroom.

"M-mommy. . ."

I jolted up.
I screamed and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
Tears and sweat ran down my face.
I was breathing heavily and I felt trapped.
I sobbed, pulling my knees up to my chest.

2:56 am

The door suddenly open.
Hoseok standing at the door way looking at me with sad eyes.
He ran to my side, almost tripping in his own feet.
He placed his hands on my shoulders as my breathing quickened and I felt short of breath.

"Calm down Jiminie, it was just a bad dream. 1, 2, 3, inhale, 1, 2, 3, exhale."

He continued counting until I felt my breathing even out a bit.
I looked up at him and sobbed.
Wrapping my arms around his neck as I cried into his shoulder.
He hugged me tight, rubbing my back softly as I soaked his shirt with my tears.

"Please. . .d-don't let him hurt me. . ."

I sobbed, broken noises escaping my lips in between words.

"He's gone, he won't hurt you."

He cooed.
We stayed like that for a while until my sobs ceased.
He whispered sweet thing in my ear.
Telling me that everything was going to be ok. . .
That nothing was going to happen to me because he was going to protect me.

I moved away from the hug and he wiped my tears with his thumb.
Caressing my cheek gently.
He smiled softly at me.

"Thank y-you Hobi."

I didn't know what happened next.
His lips were suddenly on mine and I froze.
The world almost seemed still.
I have no idea how to react.
His lips left mine.
I didn't even have time to kiss back.

"I...Im sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

He got up, rubbing his arm awkwardly and walking towards the door.
I was about to call his name.
The door slammed shut behind him.
I starred at the door for a while.
Touching my lips lightly.
They still feel tingly.

I wanted to tell him.
I should have kissed back.

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