Help Her (Jeon Jungkook FF)

The New Cute Guy

I opened the door to my house, trying to be as quiet as possible. I made it in, closed the door, and started going upstairs. However, I didn't get far; the lights turned on, and I froze in the spot.
"What were you doing out so late?" My step-father, Jack, asked me.
I swallow hard and turn around, "I-Um... Well"
"I said, where were you?" He asked in a calm tone.  I closed my eyes with a sigh. I knew he was mad. He was too calm...
"I was out at the park... I- I lost track of time. I'm sorry that I was late," I said nervously.
I apologized and bowed. Jack chuckled while rolling his eyes. He then walked up the stairs. I felt my heart pounding... He grabbed a fist full of my hair. I knew It was in deep shit... Jack forcefully pulled me down the steps, causing me to trip and struggle to keep my balance. I ended up falling down the last two steps. My back hit the ground, and I lost my breath. I coughed, struggling to breathe, and Jack came beside me. 

"You said that was last time, and I went easy on you, but now... oh," Jack chuckled and bent down on one knee beside me.
"I'm not going easy, are you now." Jack slapped my face, casting a gasp to fly out of my mouth. I held my burning cheek, and tears swelled up in my eyes.
 I tried getting away, but he kicked me in the stomach,
I whimpered, attempting to keep myself as quiet as possible. The last time I made noise, I got in even more trouble.
I curled up into a ball, protecting myself from his kicks and punches, knowing each blow would leave a mark.
"You worthless! You are nothing! No wonder your mom killed herself!" He yelled and continued to hurt me.
Jack stopped and looked at me with a glare."I'm going to the bar!" He said.
 Jack strolled to the door and outside, leaving me here alone. Once the door shut, a sob escaped my lips. I covered my mouth and slowly pushed myself up to lean on the wall. I grasped my side as the pain became horrid. I stepped up the stairs and held the side railing so I wouldn't fall. I made it to the bathroom, turned the lights on, and saw the damage that my stepfather had done to me.
"This is going to be hard to cover up..." I whispered, touching my cheek and flinching in pain. 

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[Next day]

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I opened my eyes slowly but closed them quickly because of the sunlight. I forgot to close the stupid curtain...
"Ughh," I groaned.
"What time is it?" I murmured, sat up slowly, and looked over at the clock.
 "6:20, time for school," I mumbled and got ready. 
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and the bruises were worse than last night. 
"How the hell am I going to cover this up? What excuse can I use now?" I said to myself as I touched my face. I gripped my makeup bag and worked with what I had.  

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I peeked out from the bathroom door and glanced around, trying to see if he was around.
"I don't think he's home yet." I thought, grabbing my backpack and walking down the stairs.
I was waiting for the bus and was on my phone playing a game. Once the bus arrives, I walk in, and people stare at me like I have two heads. I swallowed nervously and kept my head down. I took my AirPods, which my ex best friend had gotten me, out of my backpack, put them in, and hit play. After a couple of minutes, we arrive in a rich neighborhood. I took out my earbuds and looked out in shock. We have never stopped her before.

   
"Whoa, this place is awesome." The bus stopped, and I saw a cute guy waiting to get off. I stared at him for a few seconds. I stopped staring when he approached me. I felt his gaze as he halted at my aisle. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I felt fuzzy. 
 "Is this seat taken?" He asked me. I looked at him and tried to say something, but nothing came.
"You can sit next to me," A girl said, gaining the guy's attention. He looked at her, smiled politely, and looked back at me. 
"Is this seat taken?" He asked me again, so I shook my head and glanced back out the bus window.
 He sat beside me, and I resisted the urge to look at him. I hit play on my phone, and the song blared out. I freaked out and pushed the song. Some laughed at what had happened, and I felt my cheeks heat up. The guy next to me chuckled, and I wanted to die. 
"Way to make a first impression..."