"Baby!" I turned around to the husky voice that sounded so sweet at the moment. There he was. My sweet boyfriend.

"Taeboo!" I screamed like a child. I can't help it I just get so happy when ever I see him. My ball of sunshine.

"Hyaa don't shout that name. It looks like a mixture of taehyung and pabo." he stuck his lower lip out and I couldn't help but place a quick peck on his plump lips.

"Stop being so cute." he looked shocked for a second. Just for a second.

In an instant that shocked expression was wiped off by a sly smirk.

He placed the bag in his hand on the sofa besides us and in a swift motion encircled his hands on my waist making me bump on his chest.

As soon as his cologne hit my nose I got a weird yet beautiful feeling. The heat radiating from his body and his smell was driving me Crazy. I felt something I never imagined in my whole life.

An urge.

An urge to be more close to him.

"That's not the correct way to kiss someone Missy." his voice held that mischievousness and love at the same time.

I raised my eyebrows acting like a totally dumb person. Which of course I was not.

"Ohh so what's the correct way?"

" Well I should show you practically. That will be more enjoyable don't you think so? "

Before I could say anything I felt his lips on mine. He started to move his lips on mine ever so gently. My hands were hanging there on my side uselessly until he took a hold of my wrist and guided it to his chest.

He doesn't have to guide me anymore as my hands started to roam on his well built physique.

His hands were already on my waist but as the kiss deepened his hands started to roam on my back and he caressed my waist gently.

Our lips were moving in a proper sync until his hands slid inside my shirt. The cold touch of his hands made me gasp and I felt his toungue entering my mouth but I didn't protest though.

The feeling of his warm tongue inside my mouth was giving my body a thousand new emotions.

Not soon enough he unbuttoned my shirt while kissing me passionately and while I did the same with his one.

Things were getting heated up and I didn't want him to stop. My body easily gave in to his touch and none of us wanted to stop.

He tossed my shirt to a side and opened his shirt with it. The bundle of clothings on the floor increased as we totally striped each other.

Still kissing me passionately he gently pushed me on the bed and hovered me still not breaking the kiss.

I started to feel out of breath and I guess it was the same for him as we both broke the kiss.

My eyes were closed and I was breathing heavily while feeling his hot breath on my naked chest. I didn't dare to look up at as I knew that I was blushing like a middle school girl and I was practically naked in front of him.

Of course I would be shy it's my first time __

No it's not.

"Open your eyes babygirl." the voice sounded familiar but it was not if taehyung. I still kept my eyes close.

"Don't you want daddy to fuck you hard like last time?" my eyes shot open at the voice. It was him.

A horrible scream left my mouth when I realized that it was not taehyung.

The horrible memories clouded my brain and I clutched onto my head tightly.

"Did you enjoy it baby girl?"

"No one will be there by your side."

"You are disgusting Y/N."

My eyes shot open and I was sitting on a chair between a room filled with people.

Not oridinary people but my loved ones.

"Sorry Y/N I can't be with you anymore. What am I supposed to say to the society? That I have a girlfriend who got fucked by her own dad? This thought itself makes me feel disgusting."

No. I can't loose you.

I was going to say something until another voice cut me off.

"We can't be friends any more Y/N. I can't risk my reputation at school because of you."

I was so vulnerable. I was right I should have left everything.

"You are disgusting Song Y/N!"

"You are impure."

"I don't want to see your face ever again."

"Just die."

But why should I die.

It wasn't my fault.

I deserve happiness that never came to me.

I don't deserve to die. It was not my fault to start with.

I am pure. I am not disgusting.

I cried and cried until the tears dried out from my eyes.

I felt the sudden darkness engulf me and everything went blank. I tried to move my body.

That's when I heard it. The sound of hospital machines and that weird smell of phenyl.

I opened my eyes slowly and it was dark enough for me to adjust. I felt some weight on my hand.

I looked down to see taehyung holding my hand gently while sleeping on the bed in an uncomfortable position.

That's when the pain striked back. The burning feeling on my lower abdomen and legs, the realization of my dream suddenly hit me.

I can't be with them anymore.

I won't be able to heal if o stay around them.

They say that being In the presence of family and friends can make you heal but in my case I realized that the more close I stay with them the more insecure I get.

Insecure about the judgemental people.

The feeling of being pitied by people.

I didn't want that.

After that dream I realized that dyeing wasn't a choice. It will only make me look like a coward who wasn't able to fight some bad things of her life.

It will give that witch the satisfaction she wanted and trust me she won't get that.

I'll make sure to make her regret her every action.

But for that I needed space. As much as I loved taehyung I felt that I won't be able to be with him. Not until I get myself together.

I didn't want to make him miserable because my mind was fucked up and I still felt those disgusting touches over my body.

I was afaraid that he would leave me just like the dream and I was not ready for that.

Taking a glance at the time I realized that it was past midnight.

1:30Am.

Carefully waking up I removed the drip from my hand gently. Of course I learnt about it after that nurse incident.

I was being extra careful as I didn't want taehyung to wake up.

When I was done I swayed my legs on the bed and stood up on my wobbly legs.

It was painful and my body was weak but my desperation was more powerful. I am fed up of being a vulnerable stock for the society.

I took the phone which was kept in my pocket and slowly started limped my way outside.

I found a bag of clothes on a chair.

Lucky Af.

They were my baggy clothes and I was more than happy to find them here. Of course they were for me because they were my clothes.

Clutching onto the bag I slowly limped towards the door and closed it ever so gently while trying not to wince due to the stricking pain In my body.

It was surely hurting but my mental pain needed to be fixed more.

I slowly limped towards the washroom and it wasn't a hard task as the hospital was empty.

Why wouldn't it be it's freaking past midnight!

I changed into the baggy clothes after 20 minutes of struggling with my aching body and fished out my phone.

My gaze landed on my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't the same girl anymore.

My hair were a mess and my face looked like a zombie. My body looked so weak even in that oversized black tee and black sweat pants.

I will not be that Y/N anymore who used to get beaten up and stay at the victim side of people. And I'll make sure of that.

I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialled the number waiting for the other side to pick up.

I know that they wont be asleep and they are the only one who can help me to move. I needed my documents and it was the right person indeed.

Just after two or three rings the other side picked up.