Jungkook's Pov

"I'm sorry!" I gulp as he tugs me back in his direction by my arm. Jessica screams at him to stop. Tears are in my eyes and I am trying to fight back, but due to having only one working arm and eye at the moment, I can't. Father wraps his arm around my neck and tackles me. I kick and scratch at him, trying to get free. At one point he finally let's go and I quickly breathe in and out deeply. Air fills my lungs and I am more than grateful. I turn towards Jessica.

"Please, leave. Don't call the police. Don't call child services. Please, for my sake and yours, don't call any authorities and walk away like nothing ever happened." Jessica shakes her head.

"No, you need to leave this place."

"I know I do, I just can't. He's the only family I have. I can assure you I can handle myself. If you leave now, I promise you that no more harm will come to me. Please, just leave and forget about everything you just saw!" Father stands up and pulls at my hair, making me wince. Jessica tries to get him off of me. Father throws his hands at her, making her fall back onto the floor.

"Leave!" She shakes her head and stands up. She turns around and runs out the door. I kick father, he stumbles slightly but regains his posture. He grabs my arm, surely creating a bruise, and drags me to the kitchen. He picks up a huge, knife. He yanks me to my feet and holds the knife in front of my face.

"How dare you tell her to leave?! I can go to prison for life for this! I hate you! You are a pathetic excuse for a son! I don't even understand why your mother decided to have you! It was her choice for having you! I never loved you. No matter how many times I had said it before, I have always hated you."

I push him away slightly. He shouts and swings the blade. It cuts my cheek just barely. I step back from him as he glares at me.

"Go up to your room and stay there. Don't you dare try and test me again. If you want to live another night, that is," he growls. I gulp and run up the stairs. I close my bedroom door and quickly barricade it. I shove my dresser in front of the door once I hear father shouting and throwing things.

A sob escapes my lips as I step back and away from the door. I trip over something on my floor and fall on my back. I groan in pain and rub my back, trying to get the stinging to go away. I look up and see that the thing that I had tripped on was the bouquet of roses I had bought for Jimin. I had also rented a suit.

What's the point of going?

Sure, Jimin would be upset if I just didn't show up, but I know him well enough and I know that he would also be extremely worried. I wouldn't blame him though... Knowing my father, nobody knows what he is capable of doing and what he will do to me.

I sit and wrap my arms around my legs, bringing my knees to my chest. I quickly fumble with boxes and other crap under my bed before I find the small photo book I had. I had stolen it from my parent's room when mother had died... Besides the tapes, they were the only visual memories I had of her.

There were pictures of my birth, Mum and Dad's wedding... There were pictures of our birthdays. There were pictures from Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day; you name it. I smile at a picture that was taken of just my mother. It was Mother's Day, of course, and the picture was her wearing this rubbish paper crown I had made her. She was smiling in the picture. She looked genuinely happy. I just wish Father was like that...

I shake my head. I pick up my suit and head to the bathroom to change. Screw what Father said, I'm going to that dance.