Delusions

Chapter 7

Y/N's POV
Jimin's stare was deadly. Either ways it did scare me off. I felt threatened by him but what could he possibly do.
I strolled down the Colorado streets happy and content. The weather was pleasingly nice and the wind lightly stroked my face. A slight chill ran through my body everytime the summer breeze came in contact with it. I could tell that Autumn was just on the doorstep.
It was 6pm and I was so lost in my thoughts that I was unaware of my surroundings. A van loaded with 5 masked men stopped near me and I was least alert until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me; one around my body and one on my face. Before I could shout for help, my vision blurred and within a few seconds everything blacked out.
6:45pm
I groaned in pain as I tossed and and turned. A lay on something hard and cold. I was having a headache and coughed to consciousness. I blinked my eyes to set my vision to visualize five men encircling me. But before I could get up I felt a kick in stomach and then on my legs. I screamed helplessly and in the next minute a few punches landed on my face. A chilly Colorado evening in a basketball court. Between sobs I muttered for help.
"Leave us alone. I'll meet you guys in the van.", one of man spoke. "What?!", everybody said unanimously. "Jack, our job is done here let's go now.", another person uttered. "No, I have some personal business. I've said it and I mean it. Or you guys will have to pay a heavy price!", Jack exclaimed in a bossy tone and the others walked out while giving death glares to him.
"No p-please s-stay - a-away from me. SOMEBODY HELP! No...."
In the Van
"What the hell is he doing George-aha! He's here!" "Jack! What the hell did you do? You look pathetic! Ughhh!", George exclaimed in disgust. "Mind you own business George!", Jack said while pulling on George's collar.
Jimin's POV
I restlessly walked in the lounge while I waited for the men to come back. Something felt ugly. Guilt started filling me up. My palms were sweating endlessly and my heart felt like it would shoot out of my chest. I saw the door knob turn, the lock click and five upset looking men stumbled in-no four upset looking men, "Where's Jack?", I asked. "Sire, h-he went to his quarter.", George stammered. "May I ask for what reason he would do this without giving me the details?", I questioned still extremely nervous, my foot having a fit. "Sire, he raped the girl!" I felt my world shatter infront of me. My legs lost balance, as I felt like my soul was fighting to escape my body, and I fell on the couch. "DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!?", I screamed at the top of my voice. "I wish I could swallow my tongue if this wasn't true." I aggressively pulled my hair, my body in a fit and hands shaking endlessly. I lost my senses and pulled out a gun from a drawer and stormed into Jack's quarters. A few gunfires and there he lay lifeless in a pool of blood.
At this moment I wished the ground would split open and the Earth's core would engulf me in. I wished for a tornado or a black hole that could just suck me in right away. It's not like beating Y/N was a good thing but she lost her most prized possessions and it's all my fault. I went so blind with my hate I became a "coward"!