I really couldn't believe Jungkook. I spent the night almost falling as sleep but waking up by every sound. I was scared Bugsy would come and get me in the middle of the night and take me away.
I didn't understand what Jungkook was thinking. Why couldn't he just keep me safe? I've forgiven him for a lot of things but to give me away like a plant, that's something that I don't know if I could forgive him for. It wasn't just Jungkook I was mad at. Mostly I was mad at Hoseok. We hadn't been on the best of terms lately, and we hadn't really spoken at all but I never thought he would be the one to say that I was to be given to the enemy. People really can surprise you.
I sat in my bed thinking about what to do. I mean I could sit in my bed forever and just wait until they had forgotten about me but I don't have time for and I'm really hungry so I don't think it will work out. I slipped off my bed and walked towards the door. I took a deep breath before I unlocked the door. I wasn't really to see anyone. Every face in this house would make me mad. I opened the door and started making my way down the hallway. The house was silent and that made me even more stressed out. They would hear me right away and probably come down to talk to me. I walked into the kitchen and opened up a few cabinets to look for food. The only thing that looked like breakfast material was some cereal. I grabbed the cereal and placed it down on the counter. I opened up the almost empty fridge and got the milk out as well. I filled a bowl with the cereal and milk and made my way back to my room. Footsteps from the second floor made their way towards the staircase.
"Celina?" Jungkooks voice echoed down the hall. My heart stopped in my chest and I started to jog towards the bedroom. Jungkook heard me trying to run away and started to run as well. He was quick down the stairs and I could feel him coming closer to me. I wasn't fast enough down the hall and I realized this situation was stupid so I stopped.
"What?" I said blankly turning around looking at Jungkook who was only wearing sweatpants.
He looked at me opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. I rolled my eyes at him. He had nothing to say. I turned and grabbed the door handle and opened the door.
"Bugsy will be here very soon, so get ready" he said quietly behind me. I didn't say anything. I felt my heart ache. I don't want to go. I nodded to myself and closed the door behind me as I walked into the room. I didn't give Jungkook a second glance, he didn't deserve it.
Bugsy is a terrible man. He'll probably put me down in a basement or something. He'll lock me up like an animal. I can't do this.
I ate my cereal and placed the bowl down on the night stand. I rubbed my hands over my face. My head was tired of all the thoughts that had been running around in my head for hours on end. I hoped for someone to run trough the door and tell me it was all alright, and that no one was after us. I wanted to go home. Not Jungkooks home but my apartment I had left months ago. Like me it stood empty and confused to why I had left. I didn't belong anywhere anymore. I had been all over the world and still I had never found a home, and I had never been able to experience any of the places we had been to. I wanted a life. I don't want this.
The door bell rang and the anxiety kicked in. My heart was beating so fast and hard I thought I was having a heart attack. I immediately started to shake and my nerves where high. Someone opened the front door and listened closely.
"Hello Bugsy" Hoseok's voice said to who I now knew was Bugsy.
"Where is she?" Bugsy's voice said making shivers run down my spine.
"She's coming" he said back sternly. I could tell by hoseoks voice he didn't like Bugsy but still he was the one who came up with this idea. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath so I wouldn't die of the quick heart beat. I got off the bed and walked towards the door. I opened it and started walking towards the front door.
"There's her things, take them, she'll need them" Hoseok said softly. I shook of the feeling that he cared and felt bad for me. All of this was his idea.
I turned on the corner and my eyes landed on Hoseok by the door, Bugsy in the door frame and Jungkook leaning against the wall besides the door. They all turned and looked at me.
"Ready to go doll?" Bugsy asked looking at me with a proud grin. I only looked at him. I took a few steps closer to him. Tears built up the closer I got to him. I had no idea of what would happen when I walked out of here.
"Thank you boys. As I always say I get what I want" Bugsy said lifting up my bag from the floor as he turned to walk out.
"Wait" Jungkooks voice said behind me. Bugsy let out an annoyed grunt and turned.
"What?" He asked annoyed tapping his foot.
"Celina take care of yourself. Don't put yourself in any danger. I'm sorry about all of this" he said looking at me with desperate eyes. Finally he had found something to say.
"I'll miss you" he said looking like he was about to cry.
"I'll see around" was the only words that made their way passed my lips. I turned and tears rolled down my cheeks. Bugsy let out a small laugh and continued to walk away from the house and I followed after him. What had I gotten myself into? I wiped away the tears scared that Bugsy would see me cry and think I was weak. I wanted him to think I was strong and not afraid of kicking his ass again, but in reality I was terrified. I turned one last time seeing Jungkook standing in the door frame. He mouthed "I'm sorry" again. I as about to cry my eyes out. I shook my head at him and turned back stopping by Bugsy's car.
"Get in doll, it's not a long ride" Bugsy said giving me a smirk. All I'm hoping for is that I won't die today.
A/N
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