trigger warning: violence
She pales and looks away. "I wasn't feeling so good at the time so..."
Yoongi protests. "mom! Are you seriously gonna keep it a secret? He deserves to know why he lost both of his parents like that!"
She narrows her eyes at Yoongi. "is knowing the truth gonna help him? Are you sure it's not for the sake of keeping him here longer?"
I gulp and stare at her, not believing the words and the manner. I can't help but sneer at her defensiveness. "I'll find out one way or another. Keeping your mouth shut is just gonna prove how messed up the people in this house are. Shame on you. Naming your daughter after her isn't gonna change anything either."
She's shaking a bit, glaring at me with glossy eyes. "how dare you talk to me like that! Yoongi I'm not gonna just sit here..."
Yoongi cuts her off, so serious it even intimidates me. "yes you are. You're not gonna leave this room until you all own up to what you fucking did. So now talk."
She's shocked, to say the least. Yoongi never disrespected her even when she treated him like trash for not being her blood. "you wanna know the truth? She killed herself because she was weak and didn't accept help."
It tugs at my heart, how easy suicide is to them, how they blame the person who took all they had from themselves...is it that simple?!
My voice cracks. "there was a time when I wanted to kill myself too. a friend helped me get out of that dark hole. Guess my mom wasn't as lucky as me though she lived with her whole fucking family!"
She's crying, now showing why she acted that way. the guilt and regret has been eating her from inside. "yes jimin...you're right. I didn't do anything to help her. I thought she was ok and would forget about it after...after we gave you away."
Blood rushes to my head and I become dizzy. Yoongi gasps. "giving him away? mom, why don't you tell us everything and just get it done with?"
Bora wipes her tears and takes my cold hands in hers. "Eunha was three months pregnant when we found out. A maid had heard her talking to her friend on the phone and told dad. There was chaos. Yoongi told me you talked to jihyun so you probably know that...that dad set your father up to "get him out of her system"..."
I'm horrified. Yoongi puts a blanket on my cold and sweating body. She sniffs. "she wasn't in contact with anyone so she didn't know about it. he planned to keep you since the doctor said abortion would be risky for her, but wanted to give you away to a family after you were born."
I feel cold to the core. Were we that worthless?!
"he wanted Eunha to hate your father so he gave her letters from him throughout her pregnancy. I don't know if he really wrote them or not. The letters said that he had deceived Eunha for her money and never really loved her and now that she was pregnant he didn't want her and the baby anymore. Eunha was close to giving birth then and when she read the last letter and saw the promise ring they both had sent back to her, she immediately went into labor. It took so long and we nearly lost her but she pulled through and you were born."
She smiles bitterly at me. "you were so little and cute. She held you in her arms and you smiled at her. We...I didn't know what she wanted to do...I swear I would've stopped her..."
She's crying uncontrollably now, still holding my hands. "she was my baby sister and...I failed her. She gave you to me after she breastfed you for the first time and told me she was tired and wanted to sleep. Asked me to take care of you and let her sleep through the night."
Yoongi puts a hand on her shoulder. "it's ok...breathe."
I can see how she wishes she could go back and change everything but too late now.
"she was so calm. She smiled at you and me. I never left her side during her pregnancy and...she thanked me for that before I left her room. She told me she wanted to name you jimin...it was the last thing she told me...I should've known something was up..."
I go forward and hug her. To console myself and her. I know how mom felt...I remember going through the same thing...
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I stare at the ceiling, not caring to put covers on my naked body. Daehyun is snoring, passed out after he was done with me. I feel numb. It's like he didn't even touch me even though I bled and my body is covered in purple and red. my bottom lip is busted, a result of turning my head when he tried to kiss me on the lips.
I vaguely feel movements in my stomach. I look down and see the print of a tiny hand coming out. It's the first time he is moving this much. Maybe he knows what's gonna happen next. Is he trying to say he doesn't want to do this?
I sit with a shaking body. He attacked me when I came back home after midnight. I'd fallen asleep in the library and lost track of time. He dragged me on the ground across the house by pulling my hair. I think he pulled out a bunch of them.
He tried to beat me but I went under the dining table and I guess he got a better idea seeing me sprawled out on the floor, breathless from the pain and running away from his reach. I wanted to kick him between the legs when he started pulling my pants down but he put his pocketknife where there was a faint print of a little foot and I immediately went still...I still remember it vividly, like it's happening over and over again and I can't escape...
He lays on me, putting pressure on my stomach. "you'll let me do what I want or you both die."
I shiver and take his threats seriously. He doesn't even smell of alcohol. He's sober and serious, using his whole strength. I let him kiss my neck, touching my swollen pectorals. I don't even cry. It annoys him when I make sounds or cry and this time he's not slapping me. He's pushing a knife so hard he might draw blood any second.
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