• Clouds • M.Y •

Chapter 7~clouds

He put me back to where I was.

I closed my eyes tight not wanting to see anything.

I heard his belt untying.

The zipper and his deep breaths wanting my body.

Then I felt his hand creep up all the way to my skirt and he zipped it down.

It's gonna be fine, it's gonna be fine.

But I couldn't ignore his touches.

He was touching me.

Again.

Removing my pieces of clothing.

Again.

He was thrusting in me.

Again.

My adoptive father.

Ruined me.

Again.

I was trying to not cry and stay strong.

But I couldn't.

Not anymore.

His touches were killing me.

I hate him.

I've become a mess.

'I want to die' I thought.

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(Yoongi's POV)

*next morning*

I woke up early and bright to make a delicious coffee for Jaeia.

I went to the living room but....

She wasn't there.

"Jaeia?"

I walked around the place searching for her.

She wasn't there.

I woke up the boys.

"Did anyone saw Jaeia last night?"

Then the front door opened.

Jaeia was standing.

She looked like a mess.

She had puffy eyes.

She dropped her purse.

She didn't even pick it up.

She seemed so...dead.

Tangled hair.

Stained cheeks with dry tears.

Her clothes were all not worn well.

She only had one shoe.

The other one in her hand.

Everyone took their attention to her.

She suddenly looked like she was gonna puke.

She ran to the bathroom and locked it behind her.

I could hear her.

"What happened?"

Namjoon asked.

"Did She got drunk?"

Jimin asked.

"Maybe She got drunk and slept at a motel with someone"

Taehyung said.

"Maybe she stayed all night working"

Jin said.