Sora's POV

"Sora get your over here right now." Jimin called from downstairs. I could feel my stomach clench as I got off my bed and walked quietly towards my boyfriend's voice. He sounded angry, but what did I ever do to him? All I do is try to please him. All it ever does is gets him angry.

"You called?" I spoke with a shaky voice. Jimin turned to face me. He holding something in his hand.

"Of course I ing called. Care to explain this?" He spat, his eyes narrowing at me as he ed the papers in my face.

I took them in my hands and saw they were the acceptance letter I had gotten in the mail for the New York dance school that I had hidden in the back cupboard.

"I-I can explain." I stuttered.

"Don't even ing start with me. I'm so angry with you right now." His voice boomed.

I could feel tears falling down my face.

"Jimin you know I love to dance. This would be my dream."

"Ya well dreams don't happen around here." He laughed. I shook my head.

"You know what? I'm done with you being so rude to me. I thought you loved me but I guess you don't. Go yourself Jimin and get out of my god damn house."

I was about to turn around and head up to my room when I felt something colliding with my face. The impact had made me fall onto my and hold my cheek in pain.

"Oh my god Sora, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Jimin's voice changed from being pissed to worried and sorry. I looked at him through my glossy eyes and let him pull me into his arms.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, really. It's just that I don't want you to leave me. I love you baby."

Jimin kissed my lips softly and helped me up. He left a couple of minutes later saying that he needed to be somewhere.

I don't know how, but I eventually made it up to my bedroom, crawled under the covers and finally let the tears fall down my face.

I wake up breathing heavily, sweaty and freaking out. I get out of my bed and walk into the washroom thinking that I needed some cool water splashed onto my face.

I hate thinking about him. I hate thinking about the pain he put me through. I can't believe I let this happen to me. Why didn't I just break up with him?

I shake my head and look into the mirror. Because you were to afraid he'd do something much worse than slap or punch you, my mind speaks harshly.

"It still hurts everyday."

My knees felt weak so I take a seat on the toilet. I press my hand against my mouth to keep the loud sob from escaping but there was no use.

He broke me.

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