The Damaged Girl (A BTS story)

Chapter 3

Recap: "Where have you been?" He asked in an angry tone. "Uhh O" I thought and froze.

My Uncle got up off the bed and walked towards me. I stepped back and my back met the door. "I know you hear me talking to you bitch" he said and smacked me. I held my face and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. I still didn't say a word because I knew it would get me into more trouble. My uncle got even more mad and grabbed my hair and threw me on my bed. "Bitch you don't wanna talk huh?" He said unbuckling his belt smirking. I tried to get up and run but he held me down. "Stop! Please!" I screamed trying to get out of his hold. He laughed in my face and kissed my neck. I felt disgusted and wanted to die. I wish I would've stayed with BTS 😔. I felt safe and protected there. I was knocked out of my thoughts once I felt my clothes being taken off. "No, please not this." I cried and struggled to get him to stop. He punched me and I let go. "Help !" I screamed but no one came.

Back with BTS

Jimin's POV

I know I wasn't the only one that just heard what she was about to say. Myla gets beat at home 😱. Who would do that to such a beautiful girl ? I couldn't stand the thought of that happening to her. It made me mad. I started clinching my fist and my face turned red. Hobi noticed and asked "What's wrong". "I know I'm not the only one that heard that" I said. "Heard what?" Tae asked. "Myla....she's being abused. She almost slipped and said it" I said. "Ohh yeah I heard that too. I thought I was the only one" Jin said. "I'm worried guys" I said feeling a little down. "She doesn't deserve this". "Maybe she'll tell us sooner or later but now let's just not put pressure on her into telling us" Suga said. "Let's just continue to be there for her no matter what." Jungkook said. "Yeah you guys are right. I'm going to sleep. Good night" I said and got up and went to my room. I thought about Myla that whole night. "Am I falling for her" I thought and I felt my cheeks get hot.  Maybe I am, but she's beautiful so I wouldn't mind making her mines 😊. I drifted off to sleep thinking about Myla. She will ONE DAY be mines. JUST ONE DAY 😊 (AN:see what I did there 😁)

Back with Myla

Myla's POV

It was around 10:30 pm when my Uncle finished violating me. I was covered in blood, scratches and had multiple bruises on my neck, arms and legs. I felt even more ugly. How was I going to hide these from the guys ? If they see them they'll think I'm some abused freak. I cried silently to myself. I really hate this has to happen to me. If only my parents wouldn't have died I wouldn't be stuck with this man. I laid down having flashbacks on what happened that day.

FLASHBACK

Myla is 6 years old at this time.

"Where are we going mommy and daddy ?" I asked kicking my legs. "We're going to an amusement park sweetie." Eomma said. "Yayyyyyy !!!!" I screamed. "We love you sweetie" Appa said. "So very much" Eomma said afterwards. "I love you guys too ❤️" I said giggling. A few minutes later a truck came crashing into Appa's side of the car. Our car tumbled across the road. I was strapped tightly in my booster seat so I wouldn't fly out, but my parents didn't have their seat belts on so they were thrown out the car and their bodies were lying lifeless on the side of the street. I seen my parents and unstrapped myself , not caring about how badly I was hurt and ran towards them. "EOMMA !!!" "APPAAA" I screamed out. "WAKE UP😩. SOMEONE HELP ME !!!" I cried out. A few minutes later the paramedics and police officers arrived and My parents were being placed in body bags while I was placed in the ambulance and asked a lot of questions. Like
I would know 🙄 I'm only 6. Since that day my life has been hell, I could never get over that day and thinking about how my life turned out to be now just makes me break down every time.

(Flashback over)

I grabbed a pillow and cried my eyes out. Why did my life have to be like this ? Why !? I cried harder and got up off my bed and limped to the bathroom. I looked at my body and face. I was hideous. Maybe Yuri was right. I should die. I looked in my bathroom drawer and found a razor. I looked at myself one last time and then looked at my arm. I placed the razor to it and started to glide the razor against it. Making slit after slit, blood ran down my arm and I started to feel a little dizzy. I dropped the razor and fell on the floor. I hit my head and after that I blacked out.