Past, Present and Mafia; SEVENTEEN ✔

two.

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You woke up with an awful headache, and you tried to move your hands to your head, only to find that you had been tied up to a chair. You felt someone else in the room, and you looked into the corner where the shadow was.

"Why the hell am I tied up?"

Your father stepped out. "Don't question things, it makes you more annoying."

"We just want to tell you some things you don't know about yourself." Your mother added.

You tilted your head in curiosity, and the man spoke up. "You see, Seungbi, before we had you and put you up for adoption, we had a son; Seungcheol. He was four when you were born, and we only gave you away because we wanted him and not you. Several years ago, he left us because we were 'too abusive.'." He scoffed and continued on. "So, we called your adoption parents and told them to send you to us when you turned nineteen. We don't necessarily want you, we just need something to replace Seungcheol with."

"Were my parents willing or did you threaten them?" Seungbi asked curtly.

Your adoptive father scoffed. "Look at you, so clever."

"Okay, listen," you paused, and snapped back despite your pounding heart. "This is crazy. Untie me."

Your mother lifted a threatening hand, but didn't come down with it, then the two of them left you in the silence of the room.

Hours later, and it was several hours later, you heard the door open and shut, footsteps following it. Your mother came in with a tray of food and a smug expression on her face.

"Eat up, dog."

"How am I supposed to eat if I'm tied up, dog?"

She sneered. "Don't catch an attitude or I'll cut that tongue of yours out."

"Untie me."

She untied you and you hesitantly started to eat. Throughout the meal, you started to feel dizzy and your vision blurred. The last thing you saw before passing out, was your parents watching you suffer from the doorway.

You woke up in another dark room, but this time, you were strapped down onto a table, an operating table. One of the only things going on in your head was how fast everything was happening. The day before, you were at school like normal - it was your birthday. Now you were tied up on a cold, metal table. You looked around and noticed torture devices and weapons surrounding the room. What the hell did these people do for a living?

"Perfect, you're awake." Your father's voice called.

You let your head fall back onto the table. "Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything."

"You see, we think you might know where Seungcheol is, and we need information." He said walking towards some knives, picking one up.

"I didn't even know I had a brother until you mentioned him. How would I know where he is?" You questioned.

The man glared at you for a second before he brought the knife down into your thigh. "Don't you dare lie to me! I know you know where he is!"

You screamed out in pain. "I don't know where he is!"

He brought his elbow into your ribs, a few cracking noises following. You didn't have the voice to scream as you realized that those were the same ribs Noah had broken.

Your father chuckled to himself, leaving the room and leaving you in pain, a knife deep in your thigh. You couldn't even take it out since your hands were tied up. You brought your thigh as close to your hand as possible and surprisingly got the handle into your hand, then you begrudgingly pulled it out. You began cutting the rope around one of your wrists, then you cut the rest of your restraints with your now free hand.

You tried getting up, but it was far too painful. You had dealt with such pain before though, so you could get through it. You walked to the door and opened it, finding a long hallway with no doors on either side. Ominous.  There was only one door at the other end, and eventually, you ended up in the kitchen and saw a door leading outside. You swung the door open and made a run for it.

Your mother heard and watched you run across the backyard. "Go get her! She's getting away!"

"Let her run. She'll be back eventually." Your father replied, dismissing the conversation.

All you could do was limp through the city, figuring that your parents weren't coming after you. You weren't exactly sure where you were, but you were in the middle of several people, and none of them seemed to notice your hurt form. That was, until you almost fell to the ground, and someone wrapped their arms around you. You could have been in danger, but you didn't even have the strength to see who it was.

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