How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

Innocence

Chapter Five

*Sungjoo's POV*

What was I going to do to her.

I'm having serious second thoughts about this. The last one, I could handle, she was a bitch from the start, but she's different. She makes me feel different. I want to protect her, I know I don't seem like this, but something inside me changed. What's this feeling? I don't even know her name. I took another swig from the bottle.

And another.

And another.

I finished the bottle until I couldn't think straight. All I could think about was her; I knew I what I was going to do to her now.

Stumbling up the stairs past the others who were playing cards, I fumbled around with the keys. My head was spinning, I needed her. I wanted her.

I unlocked the door, and she was sat on the bed, with her head hung low. I slammed the door and she looked up, staring right at me, fear in her eyes.

I made my way to her, and stood her up gently. She gave me a strange look, well, who wouldn't. I probably looked crazy.

The alcohol mixed with the craziness inside me, and my impulses took over. I kissed her hard and rough, she tried to resist but it was pointless, her hands were tied. She tried to get away, so I hit her, causing her to fall to the ground. There, in that moment, she looked vulnerable. Now was my chance, why wasn't I taking it?

She just looked away, her lip already swelling. I felt guilty. I crouched down, and she looked away, anger in her eyes. Who wouldn't be angry? I'd be livid.

I undid her hands, and pulled her face to look at mine.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were going to be like the last ones. Annoying. Loud mouthed. But you're not, you're different. I'm sorry, I tried to convince myself I could act like normal around you, but I can't. You make me feel different." I told her honestly.

"That's the alcohol talking, you won't remember this tomorrow," she said, looking at me with pity.

She looked at me with pity. Like she felt sorry for me. I don't blame her. I'm a coward. I just hit a woman.

"No, no it isn't, I want to hurt you, but I can't." I shook my head, "It's the others I can't help you from." I said, turning and leaving, locking the door behind me. I went to my room, laid down, and fell asleep.

*Lizzie's POV*

What. The hell. Was that.

One minute he hit me, the next he said he wanted to protect me? Like I said, one weird guy.

My lip hurt like crazy, and he had untied my hands.

Why had he untied my hands.

I'm so confused.

I could see my reflection in the window, my lip was split on the left side, bleeding a little. Whatever, I'd had a split lip before from where I had fallen out of a tree. It should heal soon.

The room was bare. The wallpaper peeling from the walls, the chair was riddled with splinters, the bed didn't look to inviting. The floor was bare and cold. I took off the shoes, I hated shoes unless they were vans. They were the only shoes I felt comfy in. I looked out toward to city again. It was night now, and it was lit up beautifully. My heart ached, I so wanted to travel, but maybe I'm too late for that.

"It's the others I can't help you from." What did he mean? Others?

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