𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"I'm not mad at you, Jungkook. My father is a grown man, and there are no excuses for him. If he wanted to stay for me, then he would have, but he ran, and now I'll never have to be burdened by him again. I know that probably makes me sound like the worst daughter ever, but I was the one who needed to be taken care of, not the other way around. He failed me in a lot of ways."

I focus on an old photograph of my father and me when I was a child. A photograph that means nothing to him or me anymore it seems.

"Of course, he did at times act decent enough to buy me food, but he never was able to parent correctly. He only thought about himself, and he used me because he knew I would feel obligated like other kids who obey their parents. It's as simple as that, so no, I'm not mad at you or him; I'm honestly happy he's gone. We can both start our lives now. He can do whatever he wants with that money, waste it or whatever, and I can, if we make it out of this, live my life and get out of this city."

I find myself smiling at my dream. I've always wanted to leave, and I hope one day that I can.

"I've always wanted to move to Alaska. I know it's cold and completely different from the city, but think of the peace there." It soothes me even now. "I think I always wanted to go because Dad used to promise he would take me. He used to say he had family up there, but it was a lie—like everything else he says. Either way, I remember watching movies and shows that were based there, and to me at least, it looked gorgeous."

When I turn to him now, I see the smile on his lips. It's not a normal smile but a happy one as if being so happy to know that special person.

"If we get out of this, I'll help you get the money to go. You've been a large part of what's kept me going for a while now, Vee. I want to return the favor in any way that I can before all of this is over." He gestures to our surroundings, and I know exactly what he means.

He knows we're losing but still decides to stay positive. However, he knows that after all of this is over none of us will remain together. Everyone will split.

"Thank you, Jungkook. I'll appreciate it," truth be told, I don't want Jungkook to leave, but I don't have any right to stop him from going and living his life, too.

He might wish to live somewhere close to here or far, maybe even across the ocean. That's all up to him, and it would be selfish of me to say anything otherwise.

When I notice his fingers are still lightly brushing over my knuckles, I don't say anything and neither does he. "Vee, I've done a lot of thinking lately. This week hasn't been the most kind, but, after all the lying Acid did, with the pregnancy and then I recently found out she lied about the miscarriage we had, I don't think I can love someone so cruel. I thought I did—thought I loved her so much that I would do absolutely anything for her, but then the truth came out, and I realized my love for her was based on filthy lies."

He pauses, softly taking in a deep breath before saying any more.

"I want to apologize for everything. Sometimes I feel like I'm as conniving as she is, but I like to think I did a lot of good. I put people away, but what does it truly matter anymore when our city's police are like this?" He points to his face, pointing out the bruises. "Yeah, I know I'm a criminal, and I'll take that title as long as it means I'm helping to put people away."

"However, I'm pretty sure most of them are back out after all of this. Twix told me she had a conversation with one of the cops, and he told her they let all of our victims go within forty-eight hours. Said that they even helped them get out of the city to start over, so there was no justice. They only hid them away for the public."