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📖 kth ~ 4 (final)

[A/N: For the things that happen in this chapter, I am not romanticising these situations at all, it's just part of the story, part of her life. If you are triggered by violence, suicide, or rape, please do not read this.]

I woke up to the amazing smell that is bacon, eggs, toast, baked beans. I ran down the stairs, ready for an amazing breakfast. Yumi stood leaning over the cooker, pan in hand, like a stereotypical wifeu but looked up at me and smiled brightly and sincerely, something I was missing. I sat on the seat next to the counter, and she served us up, then sat opposite me.

"It's good your happy. And hopefully not faking for once?" she spoke, and I shook my head.
"It's weird but... I can feel now because of Taehyung. I am able to feel scared and concerned, and it's kind of unlocked all those feelings I have kept away." she gave me a sad smile, but then we scoffed down our food. We finished and went to get changed for school, and for once the mirror looked alright from whatever angle.

I stood at the door, waiting for Yumi to come down for only a few minutes. Heavy footsteps ran down the stairs, and she opened the door.
"You ready for a new day?" she said excitedly, and I nodded. We walked out the door and started walking. I checked my phone for the first time that day, and my really delightful day accompanied with my smile dropped. So many messages from Taehyung.

I gulped in fear, but looked to my right and saw Yumi walking calmly, not having a care in the world. If I only I could've been like that. I put my phone in my pocket, and carried on walking, focusing on the cool air and beautiful sakura trees lacing our path. A ringtone sounded, and Yumi took her phone out of her pocket. It was an unknown number, but I recognised it in a way. She took the call.
"Who is this?... I'm walking to school... Uh, okay..." she had shots of fear in her eyes, and she hung up. "What happened? You okay?" I asked, holding her slightly in comfort. "Yeah, yeah! I'm fine." Our walk to school was quiet after that.

The day was boring, uneventful, except for the bruises on my neck being mistaken for hickeys, earning me the beautiful title that is "slut" from other students. Last period, I sat down in my seat. The normal bothering of Taehyung wasn't happening. I was slightly pleased with that, but also on edge as I didn't remember him skipping school that day. I had seen him that day. Yumi sat on the other side of the class, at the front on the right. Her legs and hands were shaking, and she held her head as if she was preventing it from rolling right off. Time went by, and 10 minutes before the bell went she stood up.
"Sensei, may I be excused to go to the bathroom?" she said sternly, looking the teacher in the eye.
"We only have 10 minutes left, but you never ask so I'll let you go. See me once you're done though, we wouldn't want you leaving early, now would we?" the teacher said jokingly, but Yumi started going - started running even - out of the classroom, suspiciously.

The bell rang, and I packed up my stuff. I was walking through the corridor down to the main entrance, when I realised a large crowd was blocking the way out. I pushed through, trying to see what the commotion was about. People were crying. People were being sick. People were terrified. I finally saw why this was going on.

There lay Yumi, in a pool of her own blood. Blood that had spilled out of a snapped neck. Bruises covered her body, as if she had fallen from a great height. And who was holding her? Taehyung. My breath hitched for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

My eyes opened, only to find more darkness. I was in my room, but the light was off. I then noticed someone standing at the foot of my bed. Taehyung. A dark smirk appeared on his face, as he sauntered to the side of the bed.
"I can finally do it... or should I say, you?" he said, as he moved his head down to lick my neck. I tried to move my arms, when I realised I was tied to the bed. I tried to scream, but there was a cloth or something around my mouth. I used all the force I could in my throat to make sound, but no one would be able to hear it as he lifted up my shirt and skirt to look at the nearly naked girl in front of him. He was about to touch me, when there was a loud knock at the door.

"Police! Open up! We have a search warrant!" the knocks continued, but Taehyung wouldn't stop touching me. He was getting closer to my core, already groping my breasts. I was crying heavily, when the crash of the newly installed door caused him to look up. A man tasered him, and he fell to the floor while convulsing. I kept crying, not caring that the police officer was a man. He made my skirt and shirt cover up what they were meant to, while using his walkie-talkie to request backup. Once he finally undid everything that tied me up, I screamed and held onto him. He carried me outside and put me in the police car.

[A/N: Dialogue section again // involving the same female officer as before.]

"Honey, it's okay. We're gonna protect you."
"It's not fair! But last time you did have evidence he hurt me! You have the same evidence as last time!"
"Our officer found you tied up on your bed."
"Taehyung will say that it was just sexual preferences or something. He didn't even hurt me this time. He'll find excuses."
"We can deport him."
"He'll find some way to come back."
"We'll get a restraining order for you."
"Oh yeah because he's gonna listen to a piece of fucking paper!"
"Hey, calm down."
"What is there to be calm about?!"

I walked out of the room and ran outside. I got a taxi and asked him to go to a cheap hotel, far enough away from there. I am now in this hotel. I started writing down my story. I lost my friend, my education, my safety, my sanity. Whether or not I can live life anymore is besides the point now. As I wait for my door to break down, or for my window to be smashed in, I pray that you listen to my words. Re-read this chapter. Find the pattern, it's a format. Find my message. Okay?

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