✅ BTS Short Stories

Beautifully bruised-1/3 *a yoongi ff*

Unknown pov...

Today,i waited. Waited impatiently for him to return from his office for the first time.
For the first time i was feeling desperate to see him, adrenaline rushing inside like i raced a thousand miles.

As soon as the doorbell rang, i jumped out of the couch and rushed to open the door.

I saw him, the monster whom i despise from past one year. From one year, my life has become a living hell, i highly doubt did he even loved me ever or was it a trap from the start.

I fake smiled at him, it was the smile of my perfect plan which has to go right else i will again end up in the bed with him bloody bruised and he will screw me like a fucking vulture, biting me everywhere, scratching my soul to the core mercilessly.
My body shivered at the thought of it going wrong.

'It must go right.'

' It has to go right.'

My train of thoughts were interrupted by the thud of bag on the ground. I ran towards him to take the bag from his hands and rushed to the table where i put the glass of water ready for him, 'ready to send him to sleep'

He took the glass from me and sat on the couch, i bend down to remove his shoes while eyeing him drinking all the water in one gulp.

Grabbing me by my hair he pulled me for a kiss which is definitely going to leave a bruise later. He bit my lower lip while kissing. He says he likes the taste of my blood every time he kisses me.  I closed my eyes and sighed.

'Its the last time.'

'Its the last time.'

'Its the last time.'

His night dress was ready, laid on the bed. He yelled at me from the
bathroom," get me some tea. I am not feeling....good."

I rushed to the kitchen,not to make some tea but to grab the knife which I was sharpening from a few days, hidden in the rice pot and took the stick in case he tried to attack me.

I was standing besides bathroom door, holding stick in my hands tightly. When he opened the door, i  hit him right in the head, he stumbled and fell on the floor screaming,
"y-you f-fucking whore." I took out the knife from my waist belt and stabbed him in the back twice, he struggled and pushed me. I fell on the floor but quickly stood up and again attacked him again but I couldn't reach him and the knife got stuck in his shoulder blades. I swiftly pulled away from him and took the stick again in my hand and hit him in the head. This time he fell lifeless on the floor,bleeding, lying so fucking calm for the first time in life. I switched his phone off after sending an email to his company for a week off , planning an outing in Maldives. I picked up the stick and knife and rushed to the kitchen and took the money i collected for past six months.
I could barely arrange 60k dollars. I headed where i hid my bag with minimal things and belongings, some fake ids which i learned to make from YouTube tutorials.