(WARNING! Slightly violent scenes ahead....read at your own risk)
Erica's point of view:
Sung Jae took hold of my upper arm roughly and dragged me to father's office while father followed behind. He asked me the time and I replied, slightly confused as to where this was going. He asked me the day to which I replied saying it was a Wednesday. Next he asked me about Jimin's whereabouts and it slowly clicked into place. Business Management classes. Jimin had gone out with Taehyung and had not returned on time for his classes. It had been three hours since the four-hour lecture had started.
I knew what was coming, it was inevitable. I sat there on the floor, where Sung Jae had thrown me after reaching father's office. Father picked up the glass bottle from his table and threw it at me, this one not missing its aim like last time and hitting me on the knee. The bottle broke, glass lodged into my skin with the alcohol splashing onto it, making it burn. Sung Jae picked me up by the neck, tightening his hold and threw me across the room, listening to father's orders. Father himself landed a few kicks and punches on my body while instructing Sung Jae to land more. I knew that most of the hits were taken by my arms, trying to defend the major organs but some of them landed on my ribs and stomach. The whimpers leaving my mouth endlessly, trying to stop the tears from falling.
After some time the pain dissolved into numbness. I could not feel the punches or the kicks or the swings anymore. All I could comprehend was the blood pooling around me. The ringing in my ear lulling me into a state of unconsciousness. The haziness in my vision indicated that I was succumbing to my desires. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end. Maybe I can meet mom again, Jimin might have to guide himself through his life. But then the pain amplified by a thousand on the feeling of salt and sand being poured on the wounds created and I could not help but let out a scream, coughing out more blood onto the floor, metallic taste lingering in my mouth. The pain making my senses more aware. My eyes were unable to focus on anything at this point. Father pulled me by my hair, gripping my jaw tightly to make me face him, slapping me once when he noticed I was not paying attention to him.
"Get him to obey me or else you might never get to see him again" he venomously spat on me. He then asked Sung Jae to follow him out the room and went back to his business, leaving me alone in his office. I take a few moments to get myself up without my feet wobbling. I knew that my arms, stomach and legs would have pieces of glasses biting into the skin but the ache was not registered in my head yet.
I stood up, trying to balance my weight and got out of the room. I saw Jimin approach me in the corridor with teary eyes, trying to help me steady myself but I put a hand on his chest stopping him from touching me. I could not let him see me like this, wounded like a bullied animal. Some time while being beaten, I felt like I deserved it, not because Jimin messed up but because I could not be a good elder sister. I could not keep him happy like I promised mom. He was upset and I was the reason for his anger. I wobbled forward still not registering the pain of my body in my brain.
I managed to reach my room, limping and fell down on the ground near the bed, and everything went black, blood thumping in my ears, the overwhelming feeling of failing as a sister clouding my mind.
Jimin's point of view:
I ran off to my room after seeing noona in that state because of me, tears blurring my vision. Taehyung had dropped me off here because he had to go home so I let my finger press the contact number that noona would be more comfortable with other than me. I knew that if I let Yoongi see the state of my sister, I would also have to explain what caused it but I had no other choice since noona did not even want me to touch her. She must be so mad at me. I should have been more alert. Yoongi picked up the phone, a hoarse 'hello, Jimin?' heard from the other side, voice clearly showing he was sleeping, before I let out a sob that shook my body.
"I'm sorry hyung, I-I don't know what to do......S-She hates me now....."
"Jimin calm down...tell me what happened.....do you want me to come over?" Yoongi hyung spoke up cutting me off, sounding more alert than before with worry evident in his voice.
"It's noona. He hurt her again. She was bleeding so much but she did not allow me to even touch her. Please help her...Please.....I'm sorry" I spoke, my voice wavering from crying. I could hear some shuffling before he cut the phone and I sat down on the edge of my bed thinking of how I can help noona, burying my face in my hands, trying to stop the tears from streaming down my face.
Yoongi's point of view:
As soon as I ended the call with Jimin, I rushed my way to their house and called Jungkook to come there on the way. I needed someone to help control Jimin while I take care of Erica. Jungkook was waiting for me at the gate asking me what was wrong. I explained that Jimin was not feeling well and needed someone to be with him to which Jungkook nodded and made his way to Jimin's room with me following him.
Jimin was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face in his hands, sobbing loudly. I asked him about Erica after comforting him for some time. He said she went to her room and I went to check if Erica had taken care of herself, leaving Jungkook with Jimin. As soon as I entered Erica's room, I spotted her lying on the floor near her bed, beaten and bruised, in a puddle of her own blood. I quickly went to her washroom knowing where she used to place her first aid kit. I picked her up and placed her onto the bed gently so as to not push the glasses further in her skin.
"To see a loved one in pain is more wrenching than to bear that pain yourself" – Devadatta.
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A/N : Hope you like it....even though it was a bit angsty and violent.....
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