Soulmates

~24

~Self harm warning~

My dad climbed in the open window and I froze, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. How did he find me?! My breath hitched in my throat as he lunged towards me, my reflexes forced me to stumble back as he grabbed at the air in front of me. I heard a low growl escape from his lips. I turned to Yoongi sleeping on the sofa and then back at my dad, who seemed to predict my actions as he dived towards me, pushing me to the floor and covering my mouth with his hand, we made a loud thud when my back slammed onto the floor and I was winded by the impact. I groaned and looked up at Yoongi, who was still fast asleep.

"Come with me quietly, or I burn this house down, and everyone in it." It seemed unlikely that his plan to 'burn the house down' would actually succeed, but I didn't like to think of what else he would come up with, and the harm it would cause to my friends.

I slowly sat up, my eyes beginning to water and my whole body trembling. I took one last glance of Yoongi on the sofa and then stood, my dad stood behind me, one hand on my mouth and the other holding my arms behind me. He shoved me and I stumbled towards the window, "be quiet" he snapped, but still in a whisper. "Now slowly climb out, one leg at a time" he told me his instructions as if he were mocking me, like I was a child.

I lifted one leg over the windowsill and then the other, my dad followed, he had one leg over the sill and time froze. In this moment I could do something, I could lunge forward and have him trip over the frame, he would fall, possibly concuss himself and then I would have time to call the police and get him arrested for whatever laws he has broken. Whilst I was swimming in my thoughts time passed and my dads other leg was already outside now, I was too late.

I was shoved into a car, and as my dad climbed into the front he locked the doors, "just in case" he smirked. I knew I had to alert Yoongi, and do it in some way my dad wouldn't see.

I rolled up my sleeve and took a deep breath, looking up at my dad to check he was focused on the road, which he was, but he did glance back at me from time to time. I bit at my nail until I had made it into a rough stiletto shape, and then I brought it to my arm.

I closed my eyes as I pressed into my skin, trying my hardest not to make a sound as I felt my nail pierce my skin. I dragged it downwards  and then lifted it back up, I did this again and again until I had written the word 'DAD' in a strange font.

I just hoped he would understand.