You Are My Jam (BTS FANFIC)

73: Back On Track

JAMIE POV

"I now call this court session back in order!" The judge announced as he pounded his gavel. My father was returned to his seat and he looked helplessly at the judge. Anger built up in me.

"Alright. The jury and I have discussed the matter... and we decided that... the accused may be spared from prison under the circumstances and may be directed to a rehab facility for six months." He said. My heart snapped. WHAT?!

My father smirked at me as Jimin, Elizabeth, and I stared with disbelief at the jury.

"Your honor!" I tried to protest. "My father is a very dangerous man! He could have killed the both of us!" I yelled. The judge turned to me.

"Your father has a mental stress that is pushing him to drink. We believe that if he goes to a rehabilitation center, they can correct his drinking habits and he will be a normal man and father again." He said. I couldn't believe my ears.

"So the years of abuse I got was a side effect of some stress on him? Does my instability mean nothing to you?" I argued.

"It means everything, which is why we want your father to be a real father to you." He said.

"That man is not my father! He is not a person! He's a monster! Do you know how many nights I prayed for him to go to jail?!" I asked as I cried and slammed my hands on the table, standing up.

"I'm so sorry for your hard childhood, but this man needs healing too." He said. I almost jumped on him. How dare he. I turned to my father. No. You're going to jail you son of a freaking gun.

I stared intensely at him, then, I suddenly got an idea as I smirked back at him. I slowly approached his table. Jimin grabbed my wrist to try and stop me, but I just shook him off. I proceeded to his table and when I got to it, I put my hands on his table. He looked up at me, looking sad and pitiful. I almost scoffed. His handcuffed hands were in fists, but they were on his lap so that no one but I can see.

"Father." I said.

"Yes Jay?" He asked. T. R. I. G. G. E. R. E. D.

"I am going to drop out of school." I said. His eyes widened.

"What?" He asked.

"I am going to drop out of school and run away with Jimin. I am going to live my life and become a professional dancer. When you're in the rehab center, I am going to take your company's savings and use it to travel. Elizabeth is also coming along to live with me. You are going to get out of that rehab center and be all alone, broke, and pathetic." I said through gritted teeth. His lips quivered as his eyes shot darts at me. I smirked.

"MOM would be proud of me." I said.

"Shut up." He muttered.

"Mom would support me!" I raised my voice.

"Shut up!" He said.

"Maybe it's better that mom left, because if she stayed, she would have had to deal with a stupid, abusive drunkard like you!" I yelled.

*SLAP* *PUNCH*

My head jerked to the side as my cheek started to burned. My stomach ached from the sudden impact. A tear escaped my eyes as I let out a chuckle. The entire court was silent, and everyone's eyes were widened as they stared at my father and I. I quickly wiped the tear as I faced my father. He had widened and angered eyes. He was mad at me and at himself. He just broke in front of everyone.

"Judge." I said, keeping my eyes on my father.

"This man cannot be corrected in six months. He was abusive for so long, drinking isn't the problem anymore. He is sober now, and he is still violent." I finally turned to the judge.