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DRAMARAMA

"CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU HAVE A FUCKING SUGAR DADDY?"
I flinch at the tone of his voice.

Me and Yoongi were currently in my room, and I was getting yelled at. All because JAKE had to show up. HOW DID HE KNOW WHERE I LIVE?

"It's complicated...but he's not anymore..." I say calmly, trying to figure out what the hell he is doing at my house.

"Has he fucked you?"

What the hell?

"What the fuck Yoongi? Okay seriously it not a big deal." I say. He snaps his head in my direction. I step back and sit on my bed, trying to think of how I'm going to get him to leave.

"Have you guys fucked? Yes or no?" He asked again. I roll my eyes and try to think of a plan.

Why would he be here? I ended him a year ago and I be damned if he tries to walk right back into my life.

It's such a fucking complicated and fucked up story.

"Emma. Answer me." He presses again and I look at him.

"No he hasn't fucked me. Now let me think for a second. Please." I turn my focus back to creating a plan.

Does he think he's gonna pay me to do things? That is the only explanation I can think of...unless....wait

I stand up quickly running over beside Yoongi to grab my phone, he looks up at me and arches an eyebrow.

"Are you ready to explain why he is here are you going to lie to me?"

Hell if I know. Does he not see me trying to figure that out.

I ignore him and sit in my bed, unlocking my phone to find her number.

He scoffs, and mumbles something. I take a deep breath and look up at him.

"Would you like to say that again?" I tilt my head. He's really testing my patience right now.

"I said," he gets up and stands over me, "I can't believe I let you suck me off in the car. I can't believe I fucking touched you. "

I chuckle. Wow. He doesn't even know the full fucking story. Sure I didn't tell him but DAMN. We have literally only known each other for a fucking day.

Jake has that title because he's older than me and he paid me, well more like paid my mom just to do things to me. Honestly what the hell is he so rowled up about. Sure, finding out the girl you have been fucking with has an EX sugar daddy, is pretty angering but he needs to listen to me to understand.

I know for a fact that he is not hurt by this.

I shake my head and press her number, and put the phone up to my ear preparing to give her a piece of my mind.

"Hello?" She answers sleepily.

"WHY THE FUCK IS JAKE IN OUR HOUSE?" I raise my voice to show her how mad I was.

"What are you talking about?" She asks innocently.

Don't act dumb HOE.

"Mom don't act stupid. You know damn well who and what the hell I'm talking about." I grit through my teeth. The fucking nerve she has to bring that fucking pervert in the same house as me.

"He's just there to make money, or to give money." I can hear the smirk in her voice and I ball up my fists.

WOW and to think my mom has changed....I genuinely thought she did because she ended it with him and became an actual mother to me. But I guess not.

"Why did you bring him here?" I ask.

"What happened to the brave girl that I raised? You are going to do as he says. Oh and that boy you have in your room right now, he's going to watch." The venom in her voice is clear. I hold back a sob and shake my head.

"No, please." I whisper, my confidence dropping.

"Oh....it just started." She laughs.

My eyes fill with tears and the line goes dead.

I throw my phone on the bed, wiping away the tears that escaped and made their way to my cheeks and took a deep breath. Preparing my mental state quickly, to go ahead and get this over with.

"Yoongi," I state simply.

"What." He states bitterly.

I open my mouth to speak but something stops me.

He's at my door.

I can just feel Jake's presence. I turn around and walk to my door, taking another deep breath before opening my door. Yoongi's angry eyes following me.

"Are you ready?" Jake smirks when we come face to face. One of his friends standing behind him.

I turn and look at Yoongi. His expression softens and becomes confused when he sees my face and Jake at the door.

"I'm sorry." Is the last word I get out before being pushed onto my bed.

Plot twist??? Hmmm I'm just as surprised myself. I just typed away not even thinking 😂

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