"You left that bruise on her wrist didn't you?" Jungkook spits his words in Jimin's face.
"No. I'm not letting you run away again!" I rush up to her and grab at her wrist.
"I don't know all of the things that he told you, Ara. But I can tell you on...
A/N: I'M BACK! I took a little break to collect my thoughts and health, but I'm back on track! Thank you for being patient with this chapter and I know it's short but I think you will like it. Have fun and please don't forget to COMMENT and VOTE.
A bright light pierces through my eyelids when I wake up from a snug sleep, shielding my now open eyes. Slowly I stretch out my limbs, causing the sheets to bunch up around my legs, and yawn, tasting my morning breath. Definitely need to freshen that up later. After my back is nice and stretched I roll over on the warm bed expecting to see a sleeping princess. But I see everything but the person I had hoped. Instead, a little yellow sticky note is attached to the pillow with neat hand writing. I pick it up, examining the slightly bent paper.
Sorry I'm not there. Mom called sometime around 4 at some bar and I had to go pick her up. See you at school. - Flower
As I read over each line the crease in my forehead deepens, but when I see that she's finally taking on the nickname I gave her there's nothing I can do but smile a little. However, the thoughts still linger in the back of my head.
Instead of procrastinating my morning routine like usual, I crawl out of bed, throw on a t-shirt that looks clean, and head downstairs to get some food. My feet stomp coming down the stairs and one hand holds the arm rail while the other runs through my hair. I'm still not used to the new black color.
Rounding the corner to the kitchen it's no surprise that my mom sits at the table with the news paper shoved in her face. One page decides to fold over, as newspapers usually do, and Mom readjusts her glasses to read the stocks.
I try to avoid the talk she obviously wanted to have last night and grab what I need from the fridge. My steps become lighter trying to act like a ninja. Just how I did when I was a kid.
With an apple and a cold glass of orange juice in my small hands I almost make it without being noticed. I round the corner where I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Okay, coast clear.
"Nice try Jimin. Sit." I hear mom call from the kitchen. I close my eyes and this time let out a puff of frustration, and walk to the kitchen combing my fingers through my hair. When I sit down at the table mom has yet to put down the crinkly grey sheets of paper. But a few seconds pass and she lays them neatly on the polished table, followed by folding her reading glasses on top of them. "So?"
Her short question catches me off guard. "So what?" I throw her question back at her while shifting in my seat. I know what she's asking but I want her to say it first.
"I'm listening." Mom leans her small body forward resting her elbows on top of the newspaper. Eyeing me like a hawk.
But I refuse to give in that easily.
"I don't know what you mean." I cock my eyebrow trying to convince her that I'm oblivious to the discussion topic.
"Don't forget that I raised you. I can hold out a lot longer than you think." As if reading my mind she cracks my brain.
I look down at my fiddling thumbs, let out one last long breath, and look her in her piercing blue eyes. "What do you want to know..."
Minutes pass by and the air in the kitchen is filled with mundane conversation that sometimes slips into heavy discussion.
I slouch in my chair, tired of hearing the same lecture every two seconds. My eyes drift down to my wiggling feet, but I tilt my head up when I hear a slight sniffle from my mom.
"I almost lost you once and I'm not about to lose you again." Her eyes begin to turn red and puffy, and a tear slides down her softened face. It catches me off guard. It's been forever since I've seen her cry.
Wait, have I ever seen her cry?
The bricks that make up a notorious wall around me fall to the ground and I lean forward, taking my mothers hands in my own. I have to bite my lip to hold in a whimper.
"I will never put you through that much pain again mom." It stings my heart, but I hold my face up to meet hers and squeeze her hands tighter. The closer my tears are to falling the harder I squeeze. "I promise."
And it falls. Right then and there, down my cold cheek and staining my shirt with a tiny dark spot. I don't have to question what she's going to say next because it says it all in her face. I hurt her. A year ago I put a crease in her humble heart that can never be flattened. One that she has to wake up to every morning and in hopes that this time I come home. Praying that police don't come and bang on her door with their hats held to their chest, explaining to another mother that her son had overdosed. Or drank himself to death.
And now a year later I finally see the damage that I had done to other people, and not just myself. Everyone around me had their own tiny crease in their big, and beautiful hearts that proves difficult to get rid of. All of this pain was stirred up because of what? Me being an insensitive drunk that cared only for himself and how he was going to pay for the next high?
But not this time.
This time, things would be different.
I get up from my chair at the wooden table and walk to where my mom sits wiping salted tears streaming from her swollen eyes with sweater paws. I give her a minute to steady her breathing and the proceed to help her up out of the uncomfortable chair. I don't waste a second and embrace her in the biggest hug we've ever shared. Her quick breaths and staggered breathing shake my chest. Or is it just my own heart racing?
I pull her closer. Hoping this will comfort her and let her know I'm here. That I'm still her little boy that would climb trees and run away from bees in the yard. Letting her know that she'll never even come close to loosing me if I have a say in it.
We stand in that embrace for what seems like an eternity and before we pull apart, one last realization hits.
This is the first time my mother's ever seen me cry.
A/N: really hope you all enjoyed it. I've been seeing request for more insight to Jimin's relationship with his parents and I deliver what you ask! :)
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