Sold

I woke up to the sun streaming through my windows. I let out a sigh and rolled out of my bed. Groggily, I walk to my wardrobe and grab my standard outfit- black joggers and a white t-shirt. Looking into my mirror across the room, I examine myself. I've never considered myself pretty, but everyone else seemed to think so. I was thin, somewhat curvy, (your hair color) hair, (your eye color) eyes, freckles, tall- some people would call me perfect.

Everyone except my mother, of course. She was terrible. She always pointed out what she saw as flaws in me- my freckles, I'm too thin, my hair wasn't long enough; petty things. She seemed to hate me, she never wanted or wants me around. Sometimes I swear she wants to get rid of me.

I throw my (y/h/c) hair into a messy bun and slip on my black vans. I sit down and look into my vanity. My reflection stares back. I look over my features one last time, tempted to dress up more. I decide against it and head downstairs.

I walk into my mom, she's never awake this early, "Hi, mama." She turns around and glares at me.

"I've told you before not to call me that. It's mom or Lacee to you." She rolls her eyes and goes back to puffing on her cigarette.

"Sorry mom," I look down and try to ignore the sting in my chest. "I'm ready for school, so I guess I'm just gonna.. go."

I start to head out the door when I hear her say, "nuh uh, no you aren't." I stop dead in my tracks.

"W-what? Why?" I stutter over my words.

"You don't go to school anymore. Empty your school bag and pack your things. I guess you can pack more if you have more bags for it, but whatever."

My brows furrow in confusion and my heart rate speeds up, "uhh why?"

"Shut up and just do it, oh my god."

The confusion grows as I head back up to my room, to pack I guess. I empty out my backpack and begin to pack some things. I wish she would have told me why so I know what to pack. I run back downstairs, "Mom I need to know why so I know what to pa-" I look up and see seven beautiful men standing in my living room. They seem to be Asian, I think. I'm in complete awe at them, they look so out of place in my house.

They're wearing all black clothing, hats, and face masks, taken off for now. Even in the incredibly modest clothing, their beauty shines through. A tall one with silver hair and a radiant smile reaches his hand out, "Hi, I'm Namjoon, pleasure to meet you."

"You're going with them," my mother tells me, "you're sold."

Ignoring his handshake I burst out, "what! Nonono. Who are they? I don't know them! Do you even care for my safety?" I let out a scoff at my last words, "wait, I know the answer to that one."

"Great first impression (y/n), now go finish packing, I'm sure these men have somewhere to be." Her voice was cold and I could tell now, she didn't care about me and she never did.

I let out a shaky breath and look at the men in my house, "well? What should I pack?"

The same one with the smooth voice, Namjoon, replied "just anything, everything. Bring whatever you want, but we will make sure you have enough things in your new life." He smiled at me and suddenly I felt at ease, I didn't even know this man.

I turn around and walk up to my room, suddenly self conscious of what I had on. When I get to my room I shut and lock the door, all the emotions hit me. I slide to the floor and felt sobs run through me. I try to stay as silent as I can, and suddenly hear a knock at my door. I quickly wipe my nose and dry my eyes, "yeah?"

I open the door and Namjoon is standing there, he immediately envelopes me in a hug. I have no idea who this guy is but I feel myself break down into his arms. He rubs the back of my head and whispers to me, "hey, hey. It'll be okay. You'll be okay. We're gonna care for you more than your mom seems to, it's okay." I suck in air and try to calm down. I look up into his eyes and he smiles back down at me.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that. Let me finish getting ready." With tears silently streaming down my face I quickly turn around to pack my things.

His hand grabs mine and he turns me back around, "I'm serious. Everything is going to be amazing." And suddenly, I trusted him. I nod and go back to packing my things. When I finish, Namjoon and I head back downstairs. "I think we're ready to go guys." The other guys nod and start to head out the door. Namjoon grabs my hand again and starts walking out the door. I look over my shoulder at the house that I've been in my whole life, at my mom. Strangely, I feel excited. Sad to leave, but excited for the future.

I make eye contact with my mom, "Goodbye mo- I mean, Lacee." With one last cold look into her direction, I walk out the door.

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