"I also had a sister. He would touch her inappropriately and would sometimes beat her. She never told me, but I always saw marks." He thinks I need to die.
"She always comforted me at night, trying to give me hope that I would leave someday." Taehyung was quiet. He wants your guts on the ground.
"One day, she left. She left me with my abused mother and the abuser, my father. She said nothing to me. She left in the middle of the night, not leaving a single trace of her presence."
I closed my eyes, reimagining it. "Months passed, and by then I hated her. My father started to beat me instead of my mother. She was too weak to hit, she would probably die if she got another one." Taehyung was looking down.
"But that's what happened." Taehyung looked up. "She died. That day my father beat her. She died that day. I grew hatred for my father. I never hated him before, only wishing that he died. But after he killed my mom, I wish he would die by my own hands."
"Jungkook..." Taehyung wants me to die by his hands. "One day, my father tried to kill me. I fought back, and stabbed him. After I did I ran away, and hid for years. Sooner or later the police found me and put me in prison. After a about two years they put me in a psych ward. After that they threw me in college and deemed me better."
It was silent.
"My grandmother had no say in it. I've only visited her less than ten times as a child, every time I visited she gave me hope. After my sister left I wasn't aloud to visit her anymore."
"You don't have to say any more Jungkook."
Taehyung came over across the table and hugged me. Taehyung wants to kill me.
Taehyung chokes, his hands on my shoulders. I look down. A trail of blood was running down his hand and onto my shoulder, staining the jacket that I wore.
"Neither do you." I whisper. I take the knife out of his stomach, turning around to watch him crumble to the floor. Tears started to run down my cheeks, and I gripped the knife.
"Jungkook....I-"
"Shut up.
"Jungkook-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"
I'm breathing heavily.
"Why.........."
My eyes widened and I dropped to the ground, my hands on his body. I started to sob loudly. "I don't want to die...." I confessed as I cry, causing Taehyung to weakly hold onto my hands.
"I love you." He tells me.
He touches his stomach, wiping some blood on my face as he caresses it.
"A part of me, before I die."
"No, you can't!! I'm so sorry....."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't- I can't control it!!"
With tears running down my cheeks I take out my phone. I dial 119, and I tell them the address, the floor, and room number.
"Please, if you survive, don't look for me Taehyung." After that, I run.
I open the door quickly, coming face to face with Jimin.
"Jungkook-"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
After those words, I dashed down the hall.
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That is the end of the first part of this book Face. There will be two parts. The next one will be out soon ✌️
I will answer any questions you have that correlate with what's already happened.
Lynn~~
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