Beaten

14

I run out the house, leaving the door open, tears pricking my eyes. I could hear my father's screams but I keep running. I see on the street, Taehyung and my friends, standing there, they probably heard everything. I run onto the street and past them, "GET THE CAR!" I hear my father scream. "JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung screams, I keep running, just letting my legs take me to a better place. I keep running, I could hear my friends chasing after me but I only get faster, I wasn't going to stop, I wasn't going back, I wasn't going to be submissive. 

I run to a place where cars can't get to, so then my father couldn't follow me. I was very aware of my friends still chasing after me, "JUNGKOOK WAIT!" Hoseok screams. I wasn't tiring, the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, and for as long as my legs would take me I wouldn't stop running. I keep running for what seems like ages, but my friends still wouldn't stop, finally I turn a sharp corner and collapse, crying so hard it hurt. I suddenly felt hands on me, hugging me, "Jungkook," soft words that should be soothing only made me cry harder. I wrapped my arms around whoever's waist I was holding and cried into their shoulder. 

I felt caring hands stroke my head, while I cried so hard. Saying I felt pathetic was an understatement, I just wanted to cry myself out of existence. After something like five minutes of crying the person finally asked, "Jungkook, what... what's wrong?" It sounded like Taehyung. "I don't want to go home," I could only sob. "It hurts, it really hurts," I cry, "a-are you hurt?" Taehyung asks. "It... it just hurts," I sob, unable to describe the pain I was in, unable to answer questions properly. I feel hands on my back, "Jungkook, you need to tell us what's wrong," Yoongi said softly. "I can't, it hurts too much," I cry, not turning around, and didn't stop hugging Taehyung. 

I finally calmed down enough to speak properly, I lifted myself out of Taehyung's arms, "Jungkook, why are you crying, why were you screaming and-," Yoongi slapped a hand over Hoseok's mouth and he slowly shook his head slowly. I just looked to the sky and tried to get everything straight in my head. Taehyung rubbed circles on my back, "come on, not here, let's go back to my house," Taehyung offered. I nodded and we walked off, I stayed silent the whole time, just looking down at the floor, trying to make it so that no one could see my face. 

We got to Taehyung's house, "Mum, Dad, I'm home!" Taehyung calls out, he quickly goes to check if the cars were there. "They're not here," Taehyung says, we go up to his room and Taehyung sits me down on his bed. "First things first," Seokjin starts, "that guy that was calling out for you, he was the same guy from the coffee shop a few weeks ago, the guy looking for his son, is he your Dad?" Seokjin asks. I nod, still trying to stop shaking, "okay, so just before you were screaming at him, things like I'm your punching bag, Mum's your slave and you make this whole family miserable, umm... explain?" Namjoon asks. 

I give a shaky breath, "my Dad... he... it's... I..." the words get stuck in my throat, Taehyung rubs circles on my back again. I just put my face in my hands, "it's hard to..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. Namjoon nods and closes his eyes for a bit, I shake so much. I couldn't tell them, so I decided to show them. I slowly pull up my jumper sleeve, first my own self hate shows, then it starts to get worst, finally showing my father's beatings. Jimin covers his mouth, "how... how far does it go?" Yoongi says, I could tell he was fighting back tears.

I take off my jumper, all my arms, bruised, Hoseok gasps, then I take off my shirt, showing where most of the pain comes from. "J-J-Jungkook, what... how... when?" Taehyung says, he looks away for a bit. He takes a special notice to my wrists, "why would you do this?" Taehyung asks, "because it hurts, it hurt so much that making more pain numbed the other pain," I try to explain. Hoseok takes a notice to the face that would could clearly see my rib cadge and hip bones, sticking out so much it was like it was from a horror movie. 

"Jungkook, why didn't you..." Taehyung tries to speak. I just shake my head, tears pricking my eyes. "I... we've played wrestled with you, picked you up, that must've hurt your bruises, your cuts, why didn't you say anything?" Jimin asks. "Because I didn't want to ruin the fun, I didn't want to be a burden on you guys..." I whisper Hoseok stands up looks at me, almost angrily, "you're not a burden to me, or to anyone here, it hurts us more knowing that we've probably hurt you, and you just suffered quietly." Yoongi makes Hoseok sit back on the floor, "I have a question, why did you lie? Why didn't you just say in the coffee shop that he was your Dad?" Yoongi asks. 

"I don't want to be related to him, I don't even want to know him, so when I can I choose to try my best to not be tied to him," I explain. Yoongi nods, "so he's looking for you now?" Yoongi asks, I nod, "he doesn't like it when I leave the house, he doesn't like the idea of me not getting..." I choke on my words again. "It's okay Jungkook," Taehyung rubs more circles on my back, trying not to touch one the of the many big red lines across my back. "I'm s-sorry, I wish I was stronger," I whisper.