𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

58 | broken skin

Nox

A blood curling scream breaks out from Sam's bedroom, and everyone stands on their toes. Taehyung and I quickly head towards the sound while Cassie anxiously follows right behind us. Once we reach the bedroom, I push the door ajar only to catch the sight of a frustrated Jimin tightly holding a graphite shirt in his hand and Sam on the ground, completely beaten up. I've never seen Jimin this angry before.

My eyes fall on the brutal bruises that color his knuckles. The veins resemble cables, branching out on the roof of his hand while his neck is flushed from the overwhelming emotions that consume his mind. Sweat trickles down his temples, his dark hair is longer, and it covers his eyes. He pushes it away from his face annoyed before grabbing Sam's collar and throwing another punch in his face.

"What the fuck is going on?" Taehyung asks and immediately enters to stop the fight, but I'm frozen.

"You're not going to answer?" Jimin slams his fist on the wall. "You're not going to fucking answer me you piece of shit!"

"I'm sorry Jimin." Sam mumbles, looking down at the ground.

"Why?" Jimin drives his fist on the wall. "Why Sam! Why!" His knuckles crash on Sam's face and as soon as Taehyung attempts to separate them before Sam ends up unconscious, Jimin violently shakes him off. "Why?" For a moment there, I no longer see the sweet, kind man who lived across of me. The man who stood for me when my abusive ex came knocking at the gate. The man who defended me against his best friend when he stepped over the line. In his eyes, there's a storm that has lost all the calm that made him who he is, and it scares me. There might have been times when I wanted to see what he's like when he's under pressure, but I never once expected that he would go this far. With every hit, every punch, every punt he drives into Sam, the Jimin I once knew drifts off further into the distance.

The more I look at Jimin the more he reminds me of him.

What happened?

The more I look into his eyes, the more I see it.

The pain.

The betrayal.

The same kind mirrored in Elijah when I hurt him.

The same pain that was burned into his soul when she got hurt because of me.

Jimin inflicting pain on Sam is the same as the time when Elijah was hurting me. He wants him to feel the same kind of pain he feels. He wants to take from him, just how Sam took from him.

I could never stand the sight of violence. Whether it's an act of physical violence or verbal outbursts, those things make my skin crawl. And right now, seeing Jimin backing Sam up in a corner and throwing one vicious punch after another causes the hairs on my arms to raise. My feet are planted on the ground and my voice is small, almost nonexistent at this point. It feels as though there's a hand wrapped around my neck forcing me to keep quiet as the chaos unravels ahead of me.

For some unknown reason, Sam doesn't react to Jimin's attack. He just stands there accepting the abuse and I swallow harshly. His eyes are dark and bruised, his bottom lip has a small cut while blood is trickling from his nose.

"Tell me what you did bastard." Jimin spits then drives a kick into Sam's ribs. "I want to hear you fucking say it!"

"Jimin stop it!" Cassie tries to stop him, but Dylan drags her away from him protectively. "Please," she cries.

I can't take this anymore. This must stop.

"Jimin calm down." I take a step away from Taehyung and impulsively head straight into the middle of the fight, not thinking about the consequences of my actions. Jimin is ready to hit Sam again, but I stand tall in order to defend Sam against him. His knuckles look like he dipped his hand in purple paint; I can't imagine how much they hurt. I bet he doesn't feel an ounce of pain because of the adrenaline circulating in his system. Fire burns bright in his brown eyes, but for some reason I don't fear the burn.