How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

Long nights

Chapter Six

*Lizzie's POV*

Some nights Sungjoo would come in and just sit with me, looking outside or looking at me. He hardly ever spoke, but it was nice, that he would sit with his arm around me. He would always check my injuries first, sometimes would bring cream to stop infection.

But most nights were the same. I would have thrown myself from the window to begin with, but they locked it. I can only get a shower once every few days, and I have to be watched. It's disgusting.

Then again, most have seen me anyway. I'm over that fact now. I was able to change into a fresh set of shrorts and vest, seen as the last was basically ripped up and stained in blood. This set is going the same way. It already filthy and covered in blood. I could see the bruises on my legs and arms, deep purple and black, it didn't bother me. I don't know why, it just didn't.

This night, no one came. I was worried. Was my time up? I was on the you know what of the month, so it was just beatings. I hoped no one would come, I'm in enough pain anyway. I just continued to stare through the window, the city brighter than ever. I wonder where I am. I wonder if my family is ok...

*one month later, end of October*

I had become close with Sungjoo now. I trusted him, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I also felt something toward him, but I was scared. He was the cause of all of this after all. It was night again, I slept most of the time. I had lost serious weight, my hip bones protruded, I could easily count my ribs. It scared me, but they fed me enough so I wouldn't die. But just enough, never more.

The door opened, and Sungjoo walked in, fear in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, bad job today, that's all..." He sat beside me, but pulled me onto his lap.

"You're getting lighter. I'm going to start and bring food for you."

Well, thanks for thinking about that sooner. Tch.

He then placed his head in the crook of my neck, his hands folded around my stomach. I knew I shouldn't want this, but I did.

"So, we never did discuss age... How old are you?" He asked.

"Um, 16, 17 in December. You?"

"18." He looked way older than 18. "19 in December too, which date?"

"17th, you?"

"1st." He began stroking my arm. He turned me around so I was facing him. I wasn't going to lie, I was terrified. I mean, I had done it a countless number of times in the time I had been here, but this felt different, it felt good.

He kissed me, and I kissed back. I didn't even protest.

One thing led to another and well... Things happened. This time, it felt good, I wanted it. He made me feel better.

It was starting to get light out. He brushed some hair from my face, and kissed me again, before putting his clothes back on and leaving.

Leaving me there, alone again in the tangled sheets.

I had fallen for him for sure this time.

*Sungjoo's POV*

Last night was what I've been wanting for a long time. I had to do it, before my father got her. I know what he will do, and I needed to make her feel alright before he gets to her. Make her feel wanted.

"Son, what did you do last night?" He asked.

"Oh you know, messed with that whore upstairs. Had a bit of fun," for some reason it hurt saying this, but it's what he expected. I couldn't have him suspecting anything.