More Than This(K.TH FF)UPDATEONGOING

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Y/N POV

It was a Saturday morning but I couldn't even move a muscle in Taehyung's bed. From the week I had been through, I got thrown by pieces of paper, bullied by Taehyung, pittied by her fangirls, got called in the dean's office twice, and barely got Hera killed by a student. I even experienced getting poured something with like those k drama's Hera watched. As I recall everything that happened this week I kinda felt empty and pain. It felt like everything what happened this week was done to me this very second that I could remember every scene and every detail in it.

"Y/N" Hera came in but I didn't bother looking at her. "I'm sorry...."

"Sorry for what Hera? It's my fault I got you into to this I said without giving her a chance to talk.

Well it is true that I had to bring her to that school. We are like twenty two years old and we stopped going to highschool when we were grade nine. I acellarated and Hera stopped when she was in grade ten. Thinking of my past is like removing a knife stabbed i my heart. Remembering each scene could shatter me right now but it just kept on repeating every night.

(F L A S H B A C K)

"Dad, I'm sorry" I fell on my knees as I pleaded for forgiveness to my father. I could feel how angry he was and how much he wanted to punish me. "I'm sorry" tears finally fell from my eyes and I started to have a hard time breathing.

But dad was different from others. Instead that he would scold me nor forgive me he even gave me a lecture. He went in the kitchen and later on came back with a plate.

*CRAAAAAACK

I got startled and scared as he threw it on the ground making the smallest shreds scattered on the floor.

"Clean it y/n" he ordered me but I froze like a statue because of trauma. "CLEAN IT" He yelled as he sat on his swivel chair.

I didn't bother wearing gloves or getting a dustpan. I picked every shard and put it in one place, scooped it and threw in the garbage.

"I'm sorry" he said in a monotoned voice. "Did anything happen? No. Did the plate came back to one? No. Did everything became any better? No!!" He's voice became louder and louder. "That is what you are now! No matter how much you asl for forgiveness, plead nor kneel down, a failing grade will always be a failing grade like a shattered playe will always be a shattered plate! Now,get out of my house and I don't ever want to see you again!"

"Eomma" I was trembling in fear that I called for my mother. "Dad, I'm so sorry please-----"

"You heard me, now get out!" I couldn't do anything. I was broken, pain hugged me and darkness comforted me in those times. I ran to my room but that's not what my dad wants, he literally wanted me out of the house.

"Y/N no, don't-----" Yina held my arm as she tried to stop me packing my things.

"Stop" Even my voice was trembling in anger and at the same time fear. "Why is the world unfair Yina tell me!" But she didn't gave an answer.

"Miss Lee, please ready in five minutes you have an 8 AM class today" Yina's body guard came out of no where causing Yina to have a hard time what to do.

"Y/N please, stop this. Don't leave, I'll get worried---"

"Why?! Because you pity me?! Because dad would never hurt you but he could scold her own daughter who's running the same blood as his and make her leave the house?! For god's sake we are not sisters Yina move!"
I said as I grabbed my arm and packed what I needed.

"That is not true y/n we are sisters----"

"We don't share the same blood Yina! Stop saying that!" I shouted that without noticing that I was already hurting her. I couldn't turn around as my tears wouldn't stop. But hands are trembling because of my uncontrolled emotions.

"Leave now y/n we don't need you here!" Dad shouted as I walked out of the house without looking back.

Everything he said was still fresh in my mind. I didn't bother to remove those, because it would be my life lesson till I grow up and learn that I shoulds stay strong with or without the people you are used to with.

E N D O F F L A S H B A C K

I faked a smile as I see my reflection on the window without noticing myself crying. As I remember how dad reacted, how my step mother was there watching us, but giving an I don't care look, and leaving Yina was the most painful idea I had decided to.

I was only sixteen when I left the house. I wouldn't bother going to Prim and Tris that time. I didn't want to bother their jobs, instead.....

"ARE you okay?" I went back to reality as I sa Namjoon giving me a worried look. "Have you eaten? You've been dazing there." I didn't bother putting up a conversation so I just stood up and...

"Are you okay?!" He asked one mre time as I fell on my be, forgot that I'm injured. It was very awkward for me to talk to him, but it was more awkward that he carried be back to bed. "Stay here and I'll get you breakfast"

But as the door opened Kim Taehyung was holding a tray of food. Waffles with chocolate syrup, a salad, and the hot coffee was filling up the room with a delicious smell.

He didn't bother putting up a conversation and left the try on the side table. After that, he left closing the door.

"Hyung" I heard him say that outside. "Did you sleep well?"

I looked at the closed door after hearing Taehyung say that. SAs if he was concerned, as if he was worried, his voice was clearly sincere and that bothered me but my soul woke up again as Namjoon pat my head.

"Eat okay? That is Jin's cooking. It's delicious" he said as he went to his bed and plugged his earphones on.

But it felt like I didn't want to eat. I gazed out of the window as I saw my room and the half of my bed, it felt like someone was still following us. A specific person who would follow me becuase i got into trouble. I had felt that ever since I punched Taehyung on the first day, so I tried not to get in trouble but it was just impossible.

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