Unveiled Lies

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"Honey listen to me. Your father is... he's something else. He's the king of all gangs obviously because I am the queen. It makes sense but, we both wanted you to take over. We're getting old honey and we need young blood. The whole idea of Jungkook was to make you fall in love with him, he leaves you and you come and take the throne. It sounds cruel but we need to do what we need to do my love to get you on our side without causing a fuss. You'd be heartbroken enough to come with mommy and daddy but, when Jeon accidentally shot me, your father thought he killed me so he killed Jeon. Jungkook found out from one of our men but listen, Jeon and Jungkook had problems all the time, they practically hated each other so we took in Jungkook as our own. So in return, he agreed to do as we said to make you fall for him. Did it work?"

I felt so hurt by my own mother's words. They planned all of this. My whole life has been a lie for 18 years. I've had no friends, no memories, no Friday night football games, no homecoming, prom, no messy boyfriends, no sleepovers with Ying, no drama with the popular girls at school, no fights with the jealous girls, no getting A's on a test and being proud of myself, I never failed a test a cried over it then strived to do better next test. Nothing. I had nothing.

The closest thing to normal I had was Jungkook. But now I know, his feelings were never real, none of them. I felt stupid.

I hadn't realized I began to cry until a tear hit my hand. I got up and headed for the door of my room.

"Where are you going my love"

"I- I can't be here anymore. I'm sorry mom. I love you, I always have"

I walked out and closed the door behind me. I dashed outside the front door feeling the wind hit my face. The best feeling I've felt in a long time.

I kept running. I don't know where but I kept running until my legs gave up.

I didn't even know where I was anymore. It was dark now though. I actually looked at my surroundings and I was in a town. I spotted a bus stop and sat on the bench for a while. I'm going to go to America, and I'm never coming back, ever. I'm leaving everything behind, forgetting it all. Starting, now.


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