First Love

Six.

Amara's POV:

I couldn't sleep after what had happened. I felt like crying. Tears rolled down my cheek as I thought about our past. I held onto the necklace he had given me. Why had I never taken it off? And with that thought I yanked it off; the gold necklace

*Flashback*

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist. My breath hitched thinking about who it could be.

"Is kitten scared?" questioned the mystery man. I smiled I knew who it was. I turned around in his arms as I notice all the other girls in the school looking at the two of us in disgust. I mean who wouldn't? No to sound self-centered but Yoongi and I were the power couple of the school. It was a classic: bad boy player falls for the girl who wants him the least and makes her fall for him while doing it. "Kitten?" Yoongi questioned.

I looked up and hummed to reassure that I was listening to him. "I have something for you he said as he let go of my waist to pull something out of his pocket. He turned me around and told me to close my eyes. I felt something cold against my neck and when I opened my eyes and saw a gold heart hanging from a beautiful gold chain. It was the most attractive thing I have ever seen: it was a sacred simplicity.

"Turn it around kitten," Yoongi said, and so I did. Engraved in the back seemed to be letters, "ASC+MYG," read the necklace. I turned around and hugged Yoongi. I really did love him.

About a month later

I opened my eyes and I looked around. I pulled up the sheets and looked down at what I was wearing to my surprise I was wearing an oversized t-shirt paired with my underwear. "Hey Kitten, you're awake," said a voice from beside me. I turned over to see a mint haired boy. His hand was wrapped around my waist and his perfectly built bare chest was against me. "You look beautiful," he stated. I turned but he pulled me closer to him.

"I love you Amara St. Clare," he whispered into my ear as he hugged me from behind. I got up and moved, my legs were put on either side of his bare torso as I said, "I love you more Min Yoongi."

Before I knew it I was under him. He kissed me and he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth. He looked into my eyes and he said, "I love you more, and there isn't one thing I wouldn't do to prove that to you. I think I proved that last night. 'Ah Daddy'," he mimicked my moans. "Was it your first?" he asked and I nodded my head looking down in embarrassment. He smiled looking at my flustered face as he pecked my lips. "Now what time is it?" he asked, getting off of me and going back to sleep beside me.

"10:30," I answered, after looking at my phone, which was placed beside his bed.

"Kitten it's too early," Yoongi wined, "Can we cuddle for longer?" he questioned pouting.

"Fine," I answered as I slept on his chest. He wrapped his arm around my waist and he kissed my forehead.

A few weeks later

I'm going over to Yoongi's today. I needed to tell him something important and he hasn't been coming to school and that has been worrying me. I walked there after school and his mom invited me into his house which looked more like a mansion.

"I'm sorry honey, but Yoongi isn't home right now. Would you like to wait for him?" she asked. I nodded my head and Mrs. Min left. After about half an hour she told me that she had a meeting to go to but I could still wait for him in his bedroom. I waited for about 3 hours when the doorknob turned and Yoongi was standing in front of me. He had a cut underneath his eye which was bruised. His white t-shirt was covered in blood, his lip was busted open and he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

I walked up to him and caressed his cheek. "What did you do?" I asked trying to be as calm as I possibly could be. He pushed my hand away and he pushed me to the ground. I got up and moved closer to him, "Are you alright?" I questioned.

"I'm fine," he proudly stated, his words slurred.

I looked at him slightly worried, "You're drunk Yoongi, you need to take some rest."

He pushed me away and he looked at me coldly, "Why are you here?" he asked.

"That is not important... Look at yourself. Let's get those wounds cleaned first, then you'll feel better," I stated while keeping a calm and loving voice.

"Even if you clean those wounds, the wound you left in my heart will forever stay," he said as his words slurred. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said as his voice got higher, "Why? I thought you loved me. You're just a slut. I never loved you. You're a whore; sleeping with 22-year-olds at the age of 15," he said now yelling. "You got pregnant Amara and you didn't want to tell me?" He coldly looked at me and continued, "Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying. Your stepbrother, Joon; he told me everything." I looked at him, as my eyes started to water.

"Yoongi..." I paused, "Please listen to me that was two years ago... Now you need rest. You don't know what you are saying you are drunk," I said while moving closer to him.

"No I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say," he yelled as he threw me against a wall in his room, "I don't love you. I'm done with you. We're done," he said falling to the ground, unconscious.

A hole in my heart began to form. I could feel the tears which had welled up in my eyes fall. I let him sleep as I left his room and ran out of his home. I ran back to my house while crying. I couldn't take it I couldn't take the pain. I ran into my room and pulled out a blade that I had kept in my desk. I slit my wrist slightly, the blood oozed from my wrist as I cut another time. I winced at the pain which soon turned into pleasure which complimented my tears perfectly. I watched as my red blood stained the shirt I was wearing then I cut another time and this time all my pain was numbed.

*End of Flashback*

I sat up straight while leaning on the backboard of my bed. I couldn't sleep, my tears fell no matter how many times I tried to stop them. I got off the bed and went to the door of my bedroom. I put my hand on the knob but then shook my head. I went back to my room and opened my closet I picked a pencil skirt and a black top.

I left the House of Bangtan not caring about anything else but the need to get rid of the thought of everything and everyone. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I wouldn't be going back to that house soon.