Consequences (Jungkook FF)

Panic

   I woke up outside in the treehouse with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on. My hands were numb and I was shaking badly. I sat up and looked around. My clothes were wet causing me to shiver even more. It had rained last night.
    "Why did I bother trying to explain...?" I whimpered. My eyes were watery and I realized I couldn't open my right eye. I lightly touched it and couldn't resist hissing. It was swollen and bruised.  I looked over the rest of my body slowly and I had bruises from top to bottom.
   My head hurt and I couldn't remember what had happened last night. The only thing I remembered was my dad shouting at me and than thats it. I didn't need to remember anything from last night to know it had something to do with my parents. It always does....
   I tried to stand up but my legs were shaky and I was in so much pain. I sighed and held it all in.
    'I can't cry...it's a sign of weakness..'
    I stood up on wobbly legs and walked towards the ladder. I swung my foot over to the second step from the floor of the tree house. I hoisted myself over the railing and started to climb down.
   It took me quite a while and it hurt in every way possible, but there was no point in calling out for help.
   Once I reached the bottom step and landed on the ground, I limped towards the house. I saw my mom standing in the window looking down on me with a disgusted face.
   We made eye contact and I could see her roll her eyes. She turned away from me.
   'Why am I alive....I should of died instead of her...."
   I put hand on the knob and turned it quietly so no one would hear me enter. I looked out the kitchen windows when I got in and saw that all the cars were gone.
   'She must have just left...'
   I had to walk every where for the rest of the day. She knew it would hurt me...that's why she made dad take the other car...I know her well and she's done this before...
   I limped up the stairs to get dressed and ready for work. I didn't have much time and I knew I'd be late so I took it slow.
   After showering and rinsing off the blood on my arms and legs, I threw out my old clothes and put on new ones. I wore a very long hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. I put my white converse on and got my little bag ready. I checked to make sure it had my phone, headphones, charger, and my razors in the hidden compartment.
   "Check, check, check, and check," I whispered. I had all my belongings. I put in my earbuds and played some music on my phone.
   I walked back downstairs slowly and headed out the door.
  I didn't want to go home today...I didn't want to go to work either...
   I checked the time and I was forty-five minutes late. I tried to walk faster but I couldn't bare the pain. It would take me about another twenty to thirty minutes to get there.
   I sighed. I was going to be in big trouble and I was not excited. I've already been late four or five times since I started.
  I kept walking and looked around at the scenery. I had my eyes closed and I was breathing in the fresh air.
   "Oof," I bumped into someone's chest and fell. "Sorry sir," I spoke up apologizing to the person I just hit. I looked up at the tall figure while I was on the ground and noticed it was Jungkook.
   My belongings in the purse was scattered all across the ground.
   "This looks familiar," he smirked. "It's like an exact copy of the day we met. Are you injured this time?"
   I glared at him but I really wanted to whimper.
   'Yes, actually. I am hurt and you just made it worse.'
   I sighed and got up without his help this time. I'm tired of seeing him around.
  "Can't you just leave me alone? I'm going to be late for work..."
   "I mean you could run away from me like you did last time," he grinned, thinking I actually would.
    I just looked at the ground and winced.
   'I would if I could asshole!'
   He stared at me, wondering why I wasn't moving when suddenly I got a notification from someone.
   I grabbed my phone from the ground. It was slightly cracked, but not much.
   "Who's it from?" Jungkook spoke and I felt like I could hear him restraining himself.
   I ignored him and opened my phone. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was from.
  "My boss," I whispered.
   I read what she sent me and tears started to fall from my face....
  "Hey," he whispered softly, "what did she say?"
   He rubbed my back and waited for an answer..
   "She fired me..." I whimpered.
  "Why did she fire you?" He asked a little confused.
   "I'm over an hour late and this is the fourth or fifth time...it's not my fault though.. Only if she understood," I cried.
   'I needed this job! What will they do to me when they find out I don't have money for them!? What do I do!?'
   "It's okay sweetie....it's just a job..." he responded to my crying by rubbing my back and hugging me.
   I pushed him away, hard.
   "YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE! DO NOT TRY TO COMFORT ME WHEN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE!" I screamed at him.
   Angry tears were falling down my face and I couldn't stop them. I bent down and picked up all of my belongings from the ground and put them back into my purse. I didn't even notice that my sleeve rolled up a bit and showed part of my bruise until he grabbed my hand and yanked me upwards.
   I cried out in pain.
  "O-ow," I cried.
  "What is this!?" He shouted at me. "What happened!?"
   "N-nothing, I just fell," I was shaking in fear. I was about to have a panic attack.
  'Please don't hit me...please..."
  He lifted his hand up in the air. My eyes widened and I closed them waiting for impact, but never felt it.
  I slowly opened them back up and saw him looking at me in worry.
  "Did-did you think I was going to hit you...?" He whispered.
   I was frozen in fear..I didn't know what to do. I was so used to being hit whenever he raised his hand...
  I was shaking and Jungkook glanced over at me. He picked up my purse for me and put it over my shoulder so it would hang down to my waist.
   He hugged me and I could hear him sniffle.
   "I would never hit you, baby..." he whimpered.
   I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to get out of here. I pushed him away once again, but with no remark this time.
   I forgot about the pain and ran.
   I ran away from him, I ran away from my problems, and I felt like I ran away from myself.
   I was changing...I don't even know who I am anymore...
  'Help me, Lord...'