The Mafia's Princess [Complete ✔️] Taehyung FF

Part 3

I wake up in my room on my bed in my pajamas. I forgot what had happened yesterday until I looked in the mirror finding fresh bruises on my arms, neck, and face along with fresh cuts on the right side of my face.

You- shit. How am I supposed to cover up these cuts.

After my shower I put foundation over my bruises and left the cuts alone not wanting to make it worse. I sneak out if my room and out of the house. I see Yoongi waiting in his car. I sigh knowing I have to tell him about my parents. I get in the car.

You- h-hey

Yoongi- hey. What's wrong?

You- well...I've been hiding something from you.

I look down not wanting to make eye contact.

Yoongi- what. It can't be that bad.

You- well... It's about my parents.

Yoongi- oh.

You- um well they uh they... They beat me.

Yoongi was silent for a moment. I was scared I've never seen him angry so I don't know how to react. And I don't want my dad to hurt him.

You- Yoongi... are you okay.

Yoongi- what do your parents do to you!

You- they beat me.

Yoongi- they beat you!!

You- Yoongi listen. Don't say anything please.

Tears start coming out.

Yoongi- I won't you know I won't. But their going to have to pay. They have to pay for hurting you!!

You- no I don't want them to hurt you. Please stay let's just go to school okay.

Yoongi hesitated to accept it but finally nodded his head and starting the car to go to school.

*Time skip after school*

Today was a pretty good day Jennie only said ugly comments.

You- hey Yoongi. Do you think I should start to work?

Yoongi- yeah. I mean if it gets you out of the fucking house.

You- yeah. But I don't think he'll let me.

Yoongi- your dad?

You- yeah.

Yoongi- well he better let you or I'll fuck him up.

I smile at that but I am worried I do want to be out of the house more so I'm hoping my dad will let me work. As soon as Yoongi drops me off at my house he refused to leave untile he knew I wasn't being beaten. I go inside knowing I'm going to get a couple slaps with some rude comments but that's about.

You- i-i I'm home.

Dad- great cook me food.

You- but isn't that mom's job?

Dad- she's working.

You- oh. Okay. What do you want me to cook.

Dad- bitch I don't give a fuck what you cook! As long as it doesn't taste bad you won't get hurt!

You- okay I'll start.