The Truth Untold

4

*Jimin's Pov*
⚠️THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE!! WARNING YOU NOW AND IM ALSO VERY SORRY FOR WHAT I DID TO JIMIN. FORGIVE ME...⚠️
*also sorry for the long chapter XD*
~Time Lapse~

I walked up to the door of my house after dropping Isabelle off. I didn't want her to walk home this late, especially not in this city. I opened the door, looking at the clock in the hallway which immediately caught my eyes.

"1:38 AM." It read.

I sighed and made my way upstairs to shower and change into some dry clothes. When I finished, I walked into my bedroom and saw my siblings still asleep on their blankets. I picked up Anna and placed her nicely on my bed with her stuffed animal. I then tried my very best to pick up Noah and place him on the bed-like window seat. A nook some people would call it.

I plugged in the nightlight which I grabbed from Anna's room and turned it on, soon closing the door after. Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. I laughed at the thought of this. I haven't slept on the couch since mom was sitting there doing her papers for work and I was woken up by a bad dream later in the night. Maybe around 11 or 12.

She'd always tell me to lay beside her and think of my favorite things or happy place. And it always worked, knocked me out like a charm.

"Good thing it's the weekend.." I muttered falling onto the couch downstairs.

I sighed in relief and closed my eyes slowly feeling like I could finally relax. Without my dad here, Anna and Noah will feel at ease— they'll feel like they could walk around the house and not need to watch their backs. They didn't have to hope that dad wasn't drunk and would come up from behind to hurt them until they pleaded mercy. This is exactly what they needed, what we all needed.

As I laid on the couch I turned on the tv to the cooking shows that I enjoyed watching after work. 5 minutes in, and I hear a noise coming from behind me. For a second I was afraid to turn my head to look, because it's something they always did in scary movies. So I pretended to ignore it. Maybe it's just from outside. But I was wrong.

I heard another sound. Creaking from the wooden floor this time.

"Jimin.." Someone muttered under their breath.

In that moment I knew exactly who it was. But why? Why was he home so early? How could he be home so early?

I froze in my place, not wanting to turn around. I was afraid, in all honesty I was super afraid. I heard his footsteps creep up behind me slowly, making my anxiety run havoc. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his grip quickly tightened, making chills run up my back.

"Jimin.." he spoke once again, but this time I could feel his breath against my neck and I smelt the beer mixed in with cigarettes run under my nose.

"W-why are you here..?" I mumbled staring at the the table in front of me, still frozen in my place.

He chuckled and released my shoulders, soon walking in front of me and sitting on the coffee table. He looked me deep in the eyes; making my hands begin to shake in my lap, but I made sure it went unnoticed. I just couldn't control this.

His eyes were bloodshot red, like he had smoked weed, and the bags under his eyes were heavily deep. He dug into his pocket and pulled a bottle of pills out— ibuprofen.

"I was on my way to the business trip, but...." he paused for a second, opening the bottle of pills and taking one.

My anxiety got worse, I felt my heart beat out of my chest, my mind losing control by the second. My hands started to shake aggressively, along with my leg.