Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Twenty-Seven

You froze as you took in the change of scenery.

The familiar blood-covered living room you once stood in was now gone...now replaced with something far worse.

Tears formed in your eyes as you took in the familiar small room...stained pink wallpaper surrounding you.

Oh god...no.

You were no longer standing, body draped carefully on the twin bed of your childhood, the familiar floral pattern doing little to ease you.

Your body shook as your breathing became unsteady.

You couldn't move.

You wanted to throw up as your mother walked into the room, her features and clothes the exact same as that night....

"I see you've finally gotten yourself ready, dear."

You shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks as he walked over towards you, hand gently petting your hair.

Your clothes were gone, replaced with the small pink nightgown you had worn that night...

You wanted so badly to die.

"You be a good girl for these gentlemen..." Your mother smiled. "I'll take you for ice cream later."

You didn't know when you had started crying, but you knew that you couldn't stop, shaking your head profusely as you begged her to stay by your side and help you.

You didn't think anything could hurt worse than the first time you watched your mother turn her back on you...But you were wrong...

Turns out...watching her walk away from you a second time was far worse.

A scream left your lips as the first man walked in...

He didn't have a face. His features were blurred and distorted. His whole body was a bit fuzzed and blurry as though he was a television show and there was a thunderstorm outside...

The only part of him that was vividly clear was his hands.

You could only sob and cry as he grabbed your arms, placing his face into your hair, repeated the same action as all those years ago.

You couldn't move.

Just like a child.

You were stuck--frozen in place like a motionless doll.

Your mother's cruel laughter filled your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hands ripping your night gown.

Her laughing grew louder and louder as his actions continued.

You wanted to cover your ears and drown her out--you wanted to scream again...but nothing left your throat.

"This is where you belong!" Your mother laughed. "This is where you were born to be! You don't deserve anything better. You don't deserve to find happiness. This is the best it gets for you. So, shut up and take it!"

You shook your head.

"You're trash!" She screamed, her voice becoming deep and distorted. "No one wants you! You're only good for being beneath men! What happened to all of your big talk, Y/n!? Are you finally finished pretending to be a hero?!"

The man above you parted your thighs slowly, his hands gripping them tightly.

You didn't want to believe any of what she was saying...but, how could you not? You were weak...you couldn't even find the strength to fight back against the man trying to rape you--the man that haunted your nightmares since you were a little girl.