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Rosé P.O.V.

I was sitting on the floor, rummaging through the stuff in my bag when my eyes landed on something which made me halt in my research.

I grab the frame and turn it over to see my family photo.

A heavy feeling settles in my heart, as it ached at the picture in front of me.

I slide against the wall behind me and kept looking at our family photo.

My family...

We were on the beach, my brother and sister on either side of mine while my parents were behind us. My mother is in my father's arms as he was kissing her temple. My brother was messing with my hair while my sister was forcing a smile not in the mood for a picture.

I chuckle a little at the picture but soon when the reality came crashing down on me, my lower lip trembled and I had to bite it to stop the whimper that was about to escape my mouth.

Suddenly, a drop falls on the frame and that's when I come to realize that I was crying. 

Even if I didn't have a close relationship with my family, I still loved them. My mom always favored my brother more than me while my dad did the same with my sister.

While me, they loved me but not as much as them. But that doesn't mean I hated them, no! They have made a lot of sacrifices for us and I can never forget them and be ungrateful.

Though I always wished that they would love me as equally as they love my siblings. I didn't want to be anyone's favorite, I just wanted the same love they had for my siblings.

But it's too late to ask for that.

I just hope mom gets well soon, so maybe we can live without any more hurdles in our life.

I quickly wiped my tears but they just won't stop flowing, so I just let them.

Maybe it'll lift the heavy feeling inside my heart.

The feeling of not being loved enough, the feeling of being used and never getting anything in return, the feeling of never seeing them again, all of this made me cry harder.

I broke down. 

Hugging the frame against my chest, close to my heart, hoping it could fill the gap they left in my heart.

I miss them so much.

It's been years and I still can't seem to move on. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

My head snapped towards the source of the voice to see Jimin leaning against the door frame.

How long has he been here?

I wipe my tears but still didn't move from my position. 

"Your annoying cries woke me. What the hell are you doing?" He says, annoyance written over his face.

What's up with his attitude?

I frown at his behavior then let it slide, "It's nothing..." I say as I wipe my tears.

He walks towards me, and I completely press my back against the wall. He suddenly snatches the photo frame out of my hands, catching me off guard.

"Nothing, huh?" He says in a mocking tone while looking at the picture, then raising an eyebrow at me.

I jump to my feet and bring my hand forward while glaring at him, "Give it back!"

He turns around, his back facing me like he's ignoring me.

I walk in front of him and bring my hand forward, "Jimin, give it back!" I reproach him as I give him a warning look.

He keeps looking at me blankly then answers, "Okay." And what he did next made my heart sink.

He drops the frame.

Its glass shattered into pieces, and I can do nothing but helplessly stare at it.

"Why did you do that?!" I yell at him.

What the hell?!

"Lower your voice and I can do whatever I want. This is my house, so there will be my rules," He says calmly like it's a normal thing to say.

"I live here too! You can't just do whatever you want!" I argue back because he has no right to destroy my things like that.

He takes a step closer to me and I stayed routed to show him he just can't play with me like this. 

If he does then he's going to play with fire.

"You are just a mere maid in this house. You are nothing but a servant who has to follow whatever her master says." He grits out while I kept glaring at him.

I wish I could give him a black eye but that won't do me any good.

He leans closer a bit, our faces inches apart. I clench my fist, "Don't disappoint me, kitten." He sweetly smiles but the sinister look in his eyes says otherwise.

He steps back, the sickening smile not leaving his face, and walks past me while bumping against my shoulder.

Should I just leave this hellhole?

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I can't stay here anymore, I've had enough!

This man is unpredictable. One moment he's nice and caring. The other moment, he's evil, arrogant, and rude. It's driving me insane.

I'm done with his bullshit.

I thought that maybe he realized what he did was wrong and was turning good. I can't forget that day when he asked if I was okay, but I guess I assumed too quickly.

I'm not a person with strong willpower and just a tint of affection and care can get my hopes up easily but if he keeps doing that, I'll shatter in no time.

I'm already broke, I don't want him to break the already broken heart into tiny bits.

I'll just return the money Mrs. Park gave me. I'll only keep the monthly salary, that's it. I'll find another job, but I can't stay here anymore. 

Checking everything inside my bag, I zipped it up. 

It's late at night, and I know he's sleeping at this hour.

I drag my bag as it strolls with me. I slightly open my door and peek outside.

The coast is clear.

I walk down the stairs quietly while picking my bag up, trying not to make a single noise.

I keep looking around for any signs of him.

Releasing a long sigh of relief, I tiptoe towards the door. I grab the doorknob and twist it.

To my horror, the door is locked.

Shit! Don't tell me he locked it?

I keep twisting, hoping it'll open with some miracle, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, I heard the keys rattling and my ears perk at that. My eyes widen and my body goes stiff at what he said.

"Looking for this?"

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Cliffhanger ~

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