"Natha—."
"Hello?" The female voice hesitated on the other line, causing Emily to pause. "Who is this?" The unknown woman went on to ask.
"This is Emily Forbes. Who is exactly on my brother's phone?" She puzzled, trying to find any familiarity in the feminine voice. "This is officer Roberts from Springford Police Station. This phone was found near the National Nature Reserve last night. Can you give any information about your brother and his activities in the last few days? We believe that he may have been injured and--."
"Wait—w-what do you mean injured?" Emily couldn't help but interrupt as she found the sinister scenarios of what could have happened to Nathaniel stampede through her mind. "Well, blood was found on the phone as well as the scene around it. Now, what can you tell me about your brother? The information you may have can be crucial in finding the whereabouts of your brother."
Emily informed the buzzing voice of the deficit of information she knew. Narrating the story of him leaving to go back to work in the next town over from Springford, erasing the factor of the curse that had become intertwined in both of their lives.
As the officer simply speculated over kidnap and blackmail, Emily could already sense what had taken her brother into the void of this world rather than a who.
The original cursed.
Emily and her brother had ceased to make themselves discrete to the hell-sent animal. Not after it had assailed their father as if he were nothing but an animal himself. That night full of crimson, she already knew it wouldn't be the concluding scene with the beast, for it had initiated an expedition of cleansing itself with Forbes blood.
And it would not cease in its barbaric rampage until her blood painted its hands a sinful ruby.
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Jihee sighed as she looked at her son who continued to examine his food, performing an autopsy on the bright vegetation. Not a single bite taken. Only nurturing a growing anxiety to send her cutlery down into the surface of the table.
"Jungkook, you haven't eaten anything. Are you feeling sick?" Her voice came out through a soft, yet concerned composition. "No, I'm not sick. I'm just not h-hungry." He mumbled back as he let the verdant meal rain back onto the china.
"Are you positive? I mean... you haven't really been eating anything I've been giving you recently and I'm sorry Jungkook, but if you're going to keep starving yourself like this, you will eventually get sick." Jihee couldn't help but let her maternal lecturing flood the room, only receiving Jungkook's frustrated groans. "I'm not starving myself." He interrupted.
He wished he could eat the words back up, yet it was too late, for they had already liberated themselves in the small dining room. His mother solemnly taking in his words.
"If you're not starving yourself then what are you eating and when are you eating?" She began to interrogate. All Jungkook wanted to do was escape the ever edging walls. Feeling the contents of oxygen in the room decrease as she continued to rant. "Are you going to answer me or am I going to have to get your father on the ph--."
"I'm eating meat. Okay? I couldn't take eating this green shit for any longer." He finally cut in through a huff, observing her previously calm expression transform into one of something distantly related to disgust. "Jeon Jungkook! I did not raise you to have such a filthy mouth and more importantly, I did not raise you to indulge yourself on the suffering of animals." The same lecture echoed through his senses.
She abandoned her seat on the opposing edge of the table, trying to rehabilitate her composure. Defeated in recognising Jungkook's struggle against himself.
Her words were igniting his short tether already. Already knowing if she continued, he wouldn't be able to protect her from himself.
With her back displayed, he dared to leave the room. His figure barely slipping between the borders of the dining room and the main foyer before she caught him in his act.
Jihee huffed. "Where do you think you're going? We haven't finished our discussion yet."
"It can wait--."
"No, it can't. Jungkook--." She interrupted herself with her own vexed sigh. "You're so different... and in all the worst ways. You're spending less time with your family, you're spending more time in your room, you're staying over that Forbes girl's house more than you spend here."
Jungkook could feel the role of his authority slip from his hands, not sparing a moment as he dragged himself up the stairs. Transparent heat already creeping through his body as he became more blind to the woman who never took her salient glares off him.
"She's the reason why you're different... I always knew those Forbes were a bad bunch... that's what got that manic of a father killed." She remarked.
Her words rushed through him, finally pushing Jungkook off the edge of his domination. Sending him unwillingly diving into a bleak ocean where his actions no longer looked for the consent of his morality.
Quick steps brought him back to the main floor, his hands already chained around her neck in almost suffocating grip. The force threatening to invade the plaster of the wall as he slowly dug her figure further into the wall.
"If you ever talk about Emily and her family like that again... I will tear you apart and use your blood to paint the house red." He snarled, able to see the carmine glow reflect in her eyes.
He saw the way she now observed him. Fear saturating her whole body as her breath hitched in the company of her body quaking in reaction to his touch.
Yet again, another person that was realising the monster he truly was.
A rush of authority dyed his eyes back to their neutral burnt hazel, recoiling from her as his actions rushed into his memory.
From that moment, he knew he couldn't afford to stay.
He strode towards the door, not waiting for a single sound to erupt from the broken woman. He didn't want to hear her words. He already knew what they would read out. The same words he had told himself.
That he was a monster.
That he was no longer her son.
There was only one way to terminate the agony.
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She didn't know what to do with herself.
Stationed on her strictly lavender sheets, only finding her eyes stitched to the lightly sculpted ceiling. A weighted sigh leaving her lips as her eyes threatened to fall into slumber.
Her day had been saturated with constant calls from Springford. The bad audio of the phone not failing to make her feel trapped as if she were in an interrogation room.
Their constant and identical questions driving Emily over the edge.
Just as her eyes slowly fell, a shriek brought her eyes open.
Recognising it as the call of her phone, without looking at the identity of the caller, she brought the phone to her ear.
Nothing but a buzz of silence erupting into her ear. "Hello?"
"E-Emily." A voice whimpered, voice broken by what she could only guess was tears.
It took her a moment or two to recognise the fractured voice.
"Yoongi? W-what's wrong?" She hesitated, not used to the exposure of Yoongi's raw emotion. "Did something happen?" She questioned.
"It's J-Jungkook." He finally was able to mutter through barely muted sobs.
"What about him? What happened?" Emily continued to ask, frustrated at his lack of response.
"He-he's dead." He said.
(A/N)
Double update :)
Also
Hope you were a bit Jungshook by the ending ;) I know you love it
Anyway, I'm planning on finishing the story by the end of next week so be ready for chapters galore