Freedom- Yoongi BTS

8

The drive was pretty silent. I was going really fast, as a way to cool down my anger.

Yoongi hasn't said a word in hours. I glanced at him, just to have the confirmation he's still with me.

Our eyes met, just for a short moment, before I turned to look at the street in front of me.

He opened his mouth, going to say something, but quickly changed idea. Some minutes passed by before he finally broke the silence. "April, I-I'm sorry." The words seem forced, I turned around to a look at him "I didn't sleep a lot last night because it was really noisy, I was really crampy today and .... I know my behavior wasn't that good." I coughed, staring at him with an arched eyebrow " okay, okay! It was really bad, I'm sorry okay?" he finally admitted.

I looked at him, before sighing " I know... but, still, that's not a valid reason to behave that way!" I answered before adding " we'll leave the city today; I'll try to find a calm place where we can relax, okay?"

He nodded, visibly relieved .

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I finally parked Betty when the sun was slowly going down in front of us.

We jumped out, stopping for a moment to admire the view in front of us: the clouds were reddish, covering just a little the sunset, a gentle breeze was moving the leaves and birds were flying around chasing each other.

I looked at Yoongi; his face was brightened from the sun, in his eyes I could see the wonder and excitement for the scenery in from of him. He turned towards me, and for the first time, a little smile appeared on his face.

We got into the van and I began to cook dinner, while the boy was setting up the table.

I prepared something simple, the fatigue of the driving and all the events of today was starting to get me.

We ate in silence, other from a small 'It's good' coming from the singer.

When we were done, I saw that the boy was back on his phone, with a worried look on his face.

I took his phone away, with a small protest leaving the boy's lips.

"I think, we are all a bit tense... why don't we relax a little bit?"

"April, what-"

He quickly shut up, when I handed him a bottle of alcohol.

He seemed hesitant at first, but after a moment he took a sip and I followed him.

I felt the alcohol burning down my throat, all the way down until it reached my stomach. I took another sip, and soon a sensation of warm spread inside me.

I took a look at Yoongi and I noticed that one third of his bottle was already gone; his cheeks were flushed a little bit, the effects of the drink already taking a tool on him.

He was the first one to speak "Can I ask you something?" I nodded, the warm in my body growing a little after I took another sip. "Why you live in a van?"

"because...I want to travel around the world" I answered, a little unsure.

"You know, I'm not exactly sober, but I can tell when you are lying, this is not all the truth."

I was taken aback by his answer. I had a lot of people coming to me with this questions and that was my usual answer. I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, making me feel like I was on a safe cloud, or the need of, finally, telling someone the truth, who made me open up.

And like that, sat on my bed with the bottle on one hand I started to tell my story.

I told him how I've been living my childhood, all the physical and mental abuse I've been going through, no matter what I did, it was never enough. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but I was too far gone to even think about stopping there.

I told him how I was forced to live the life that they wanted for me, living in someone 'else dream. Until I reached college, and at that moment I decide it was time to take the control of my own life. My parents lefts me for a weekend, and in those days I planned my escape.

I spent two days to get all the things I needed, and the last day I finally run away.

Yoongi opened his mouth as he was going to say something, but quickly shut down as I shook my head; I couldn't stop right now, I needed to get all this stuff off my chest, who have been weighing on me for some really long time.

I then told him, how I lived in my van on campus, How I had to learn to live again, learning from mistakes, and asking for help.

"wait, wait... you lived in the campus for years until you graduated?" I nodded " and your parents never searched for you?" he asked shocked

"they did, only for a short time though, but they gave up pretty soon, it's not like they really cared that much..." I slowly trailed off

"and you run away from campus too?" he asked

"I did not run away!" I answered slightly offended "I went away because I wanted to have a fresh start, in a place where nobody would judge me or looked at me with pity, as the girl whose parents disowned her."

He nodded, placing on the floor the now empty bottle.

"thank you for telling me April"

"Thankyou for listening, I guess I really needed it."