Y/N.

The day had arrived. My birthday. The day my mother scheduled the scheme to leash out the massacre. The day Paxson would barge in here with blood and lust to carry out the scheme of the massacre as per sketch they drafted. I sat on the edge of my bed , fixed my eyes to the floor. My eyelids didn't shut. As I was in dismay of not able to do nothing about the cruel thing about to happen.

Every second the time ticked, the guilt and the pain weighed down on my chest as it kept twisting and tightening.

Wish I could stop everything. But I cant let my Jungkook get hurt. She would do it. She would certainly do it. If I made a single wrong or inappropriate move accroding to her scheme, He would be hurt. Though a massive wedge of my soul, my mind and my body was petrified of what he did to draw the blood in his hand, the tiny wedge of myself was in distress that I still love him and I dont want him to be hurt.

And.

No. I wont forgive him, for concealing to me that he was an assassinator and he came to me to hide himself. But why would someone who wants to hide , would care for me ? Why would someone who wants to hide, would embrace me in his hoodie when I stood bare in the cold night, drenching terribly at the rain? Why would someone who wants to hide, would carry me on his back to my window just to get me safe. ? Why would someone who wants to hide, would get a tattoo of a scribble I drew when I was a kid on his right arm?

It scared me. He scares me now. The blood smears on his hands scares me now. How could he just take lives of eight human beings? Did he relish looking at their eyes when the life faded from their body? Is that why he killed them all? And also, the royal bloodline? That would seriously slip him into a treacherous trench.

He did tell me , he came back for his brother, the other Jungkook and me. And he said he would take me with him. Yet. It pierced me inside when I found the blood in his hands. I cant go with a man who has blood in his hands. And it fucking hurts I love this man.

And the other Jungkook, it hurts me more to pretend like I love him. Because my heart was so still clung to the perilous man , I am not supposed to fall for. Every words , I uttered and stuttered to the other Jungkook, trying to pull him into the string of false love was strangling me with guilt. However, his gestures made me uncomfortable and unease. I detested his every approach, every touch , every fingers bristled and swiped at my skin. I felt I just want to writhe out from him and bury myself into the ground.

And the way he call me ' sunflower ' felt like bugs were crawling over my skin. I just want to writhe them out. Wilt them out. Because the name ' sunflower ' was belonged to only the lips of my Jungkook and I don't want to hear anyone calling me 'sunflower'. Not him. Not anyone.

" There. Pick them up." My thoughts sliced off as my mom tossed the bunch of sunflowers to the floor. Few fell at my feet and few fell away from my feet. I rose my eyes to hers. " Sew it. Rip it. Do whatever the fuck you do, just make sure it's ready when he gets here," she snapped and tossed the scissors on the floor.

"Paxson will be here soon. And when he tells you to do something, you better damn well obey. Got it?"

She pebbled her jaw.

"I will be heading to the Jeons' house. That way, your little fake boyfriend can show up for his dramatic rescue. And after that, you will follow every single step I laid out last night. Am I understood?."

I nodded weakly.

A suspicious streaks ignited across her face." I don't trust you. Say it. Out loud. What exactly are you going to do?"

" I have to take these sunflowers to crush them in my hands , because that's how I always give it to him." My breath trembled as my mind spiraled to the warm smile lingered on my Jungkook's lips when I used to crush the sunflowers in my hand to give him. And the sunflowers scares me now. because he scares me now. Yet . Yet. My heart was inclining to him.

" And then?" My mom's brows furrowed.

" And then,...." I swallowed the clog at my throat. " And then uncle Paxson will be here to...."

" Say it.!"

" I should obey him. And should obey his every command, ..." A sob escaped from my lips. I stood there, and couldn't rise my eyes to hers. " I should let uncle Paxson touch me anywhere he wants and shouldn't scream until the other Jungkook comes to save me. I should..." My voice ruptured in trepidation." Until then, I should obey him letting him to grope me anywhere he wants ." I cried out.

" Oh wait. I forgot to mention it Sweetheart." She interrupted. My heart bounced to my throat. " Paxson will bring a company.." she chirped. I gasped. " Yeah. Don't worry. Its Roy. While we were sketching out the plan, Roy just came up with the idea. He said, like." Uncle Paxson, why do you want to do something you don't want to. Take me with you ,hold her for me so that I can take her then and there. And once I am finished with her , I will leave through the window before her fake boyfriend comes to save her. And then after every plan is executed , just toss her to me. My dad would pay you double. Each and every night with her. '"

She shrugged her shoulders after she imitated Roy's words that brought the horror to swirl around me. "The alternative plan is great isn't it.? Its score a two for one. "

" No, mom." I whimpered.

" Well, Roy could get a sneak a peek of how your filthy body feels .." She mocked and let out a long sigh." Ain't I lucky that my Paxson is trying to be loyal to me, here."

" Alright, continue..." She said as if she was eulogizing me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. My lips shuddered as I part opened my lips slowly to speak. "And when the other Jungkook comes to rescue me, I am supposed to act like I am in shock... like I don't even remember what happened."

She nodded..

" Exactly. You will look scared and confused. And you won't say a fucking word. Not about Paxson. Not about your little hero. Not about me."

she grinded her teeth.

"You will play your part. Or he dies. "

I swallowed again trying to tug down the knot at my throat. Because deep down, I knew she meant every word." And I have already submitted proof of your dumb father Paxton's illegal activities to Mr. Jeon. So once my Paxson carries out the plan, using you as a pawn, they will head straight for your idiot father and arrest him for two crimes: one, illegal operations, and two, assaulting you."

She raised two fingers, and counted them with a evil smile. " And as for your little pretend boyfriend Jungkook, don't worry, the assault charges will vanish. But the rumor? That he is dangerously obsessed with you? That will stay and stick. And that's exactly what we need, sweetheart."

She smiled, almost sweetly, as if she was explaining a bedtime story.

"Tonight, when Mr. Jeon shows up to arrest Paxton, Paxson will already be here. He will do what needs to be done, take care of Paxton, Mr. Jeon, and his lovely wife. And Jungkook? He will take the fall. We will leave just enough fingerprints to make it believable. The town might have already saw him hauled off in cuffs after he will be arrested for assaulting you, which is false ." She mocked.." everyone will be so quick to believe he snapped."

She leaned in." And then, we disappear. You, me, and Paxson, starting fresh somewhere far from here. But only if you play your part. If you don't... well, accidents happen in custody. And I would hate for your little hero to be one of them."

" Yes ,mom. I understand." I whispered weakly. My chest twisted and knotted.

" Rey. Baby....." A familiar voice mounted to my ears from the downstairs.

" Oh Paxson...." She squealed and turned around only to shove herself on uncle Paxson who scrambled the stairs in a rush to gather her in his arms. My breath trembled as my eyes witnessed him. " Baby, everything's ready, right? I have packed the bags and all. Tonight's the night... right? Then it will be just us, we will have our own world.. " She set her forehead to his and kissed him. My stomach churned with bile juices.

" Alright. Where is our pawn?" Paxson chuckled, with a excitement dipped in his words as if he was asking about a piece of meat.

My mom smirked, and pointed her finger at me with a squeal.

"Oh, there she is."

Every veins in my body froze with cold.

I didn't move. Couldn't. Yet. My body trembled under their gaze and my feet nailed to the floor. A shuddering breath absconded from my lips as Paxson's eyes found me which wandered from my head to toe like I was a product he was appraising.

"No wonder Roy was so damn stubborn about taking her with him, "Paxson took a step forward.

I whimpered softly. Fear and fire clawed around my spine.

"Oh, speaking of the devil.." Paxson muttered, just as the window creaked open behind me.

A deep voice crawled across the room.

"Did you miss me?"

Before I could turn, an arm coiled around me from behind. My body jolted at the contact. I could feel the heat of it through my clothes. I writhed as disgust slithered over my skin.

"No!" I screamed, and thrashed away from it. My breath congested in my throat. I stumbled backward, my eyes flew up to the owner of the filthy touch.

And then I saw him.

Roy.

A sinister smile plastered to his face.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart," His words came out mockingly gentle. "We are going to be spending a lot of time together. Might as well get used to this."

"No don't" I snapped, but it sounded small and weak.

He tilted his head. " You haven't trained her well, Mrs. Rey?" He scoffed and looked toward my mother.

My stomach churned so violently I thought I would throw up.

"Tonight," my mom retorted. " Everything goes down tonight, as discussed. Y/N will do her part."

I backed up until my shoulder hit the wall as Roy's stare was raking through my soul.

" Let me remind you," Paxson growled. "One wrong move... one little act of rebellion from you, and your little hero rots. You will be visiting his grave on your sixteenth birthday."

Tears swayed in my eyes. My fists curled at my sides and gave them a trembling nod.

" Alright I am heading to Jeons. "my mother said softly when I didn't argue. " I will lure that little shit right into our hands, He will think he's rescuing her, his sweet sunflower, how romantic." She let out a mocking guffaw.

I swallowed hard, and her gaze snapped to Roy. "And you, you will be long gone before he even touches the doorknob. You hear me?" she warned ."Because as far as the police know, dear Roy is sipping wine somewhere in Paris. Isn't that right?"

Roy chuckled, and bristled his fingers through his hair. "What can I say? I am well traveled." And his eyes affixed to me and my body.

She delivered him a tight smile . "Good. Because if you are still here when he shows up?" She stepped closer, as her eyes gazed to them " Then we are fucked."

They nodded.

But I didn't smile. I didn't cry. I just stood there.

Dying a slowly and leisurely inside.

" Alright, have fun " she giggled at me slammed shut the door behind her. Meanwhile, Roy took a step ahead towards me. " Please don't." I beseeched.

"Paxson moved his feet abruptly and locked the door.

" Hey, Mrs. Rey. Can you lure that brat after an hour or later? Because I need my time to explore every inch of her. " His eyes plastered to me with lecherous stare. My knees teetered as I plastered my back to the wall. However, there were no reply from her, probably already left.

" Mr. Parker..." Roy eyed to uncle Paxson. And in one swift motion his hands reached mine. In a split second he tossed me to the bed.

" No! Please." I shrieked as Paxson held my two hands above my head and seated beside me. And Roy he was already unbuttoning his shirt. " No please don't do this... please." Tears poured down through the side of my eyes.

" One wrong move, you know what will happen to him." Roy unbuckled his belt in a abrupt motion. He slithered over me and clutched the collar of my dress and ripped it into pieces. " Fucking alluring.." his eyes roamed at my chest. His fingers grazed at the strap of my bra. " Tell me, did he touch you? Huh? Your Jungkook ?"

I shook my head as no.

He let out a dark chuckle. " Paxson hold her hands tight. "

" Stay still!!." Paxson barked.

Roy's fingers found the hem of my dress and scrolled them up to my waist abruptly. Before I could screech his palm slapped to my mouth and muffled scream. " If you cooperate, I will be gentle , if not , then I will do it hard way.."

Panic crawled over me. I tried to flung my legs but I failed as his strong legs were affixing mine to the bed. His fingers then worked to unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper being pushed back, made my heart to crash to my chest. " Stay quiet. It will be over soon." He whispered to my ears and looped his fingers to the waistband of my inner wear. " No please...stop ." I cried out.

" Y/N." The other Jungkook 's voice sliced in and filtered through the closed door. A knock. " Y/N. " He knocked again and twisted the door knob.

A wave of relief swam in. A hope . A hope to writhe out this horrifying incident going to happen to me. I bit off Roy's hand and screamed. " Jungkook! Help me!"

He instantly slammed his hand to my cheek. . "The fuck bitch !" He rebuked. " You should leave.." Paxson panicked. "Wait...did Mrs. Rey send this brat so soon? I haven't even touched her.." he whispered in wrath.

" There is no time.." Paxson warned him " if he sees you here, we are fucked up."

" I ain't leaving until I take what I want. " Roy pebbled his jaw and a nerve popped at his forehead. His lust was intensifying which had my body paralyzed.

" Jungkook ! Please!" I shrieked again.

" Shut Up !spread your legs!!.." He flung his hand to my face again. I yelped. My head snapped to a side.

" No let me go!" I screamed again. And the door set forth to shudder and rattle loud, probably the other Jungkook might have threw his body over to burst it open.

" Roy, leave now!" Paxson snarled. Roy's eyes latched on the door. " Oh fucking shit!" The door rattled again.

" Fuck this! This isn't over, sweetheart." He untethered his body from mine." Tonight you will be on my bed. And no, I wont be gentle." He slithered back and fastened his pant's belt. " I am going to tie on you to my bed and I am going to fuck the shit out of you. And I will stitch that filthy hole of yours again and again to have as fuck as tight!" He growled and buttoned up his shirt. At a stroke he marched towards the window and then vanished through it as he hopped out.

And then Paxson hovered over me. My breath caught to my chest.

" Y/N." The door burst open. The other Jungkook stepped in and threw his body over Paxson and flung his fist to his face to plunge him to the floor . I instantly sat up and held on the tore pieces of my clothes. " You fucking bastard. " He straddled over him and crash landed punches over his face. " What were you doing to her huh? How could you do this to her? She is your daughter."

Like just my mother schemed , the other Jungkook perceived it was my father Paxton who tried to assaulted me completely unaware that it was actually my uncle Paxson and Roy.

I froze there as I watched them as they crashed punches on their faces. My heart pounded inside my head like a thunderstorm. My lungs yearned for air. My chest congested. His words still rung in my years. ' Tonight you will be on my bed. I am going to tie on you to my bed and I am going to fuck the shit out of you. And I will stitch that filthy hole of yours again and again to have as fuck as tight'

I clutched the torn pieces of my dress and trembled with choking sob. I could still feel it. Roy's disgusting and invasive fingers, like a stain blazed into my skin. I felt filthy. His touch made me feel filthy such that I want to peel out my skin from my body. I just wanted to claw my nails to my skin and rip it off. I wanted to step outside the skin he touched. The places he touched on my body, felt like they didn't belong to me . They are meant to be scrapped off.

" Jungkook let him go!" Mr. Jeon's voice resonated to my ears. I didn't lift my eyes to him. I couldn't see anyone or face anyone as I felt filthy and dirt. And in a next snap moment, Jungkook 's hoodie wrapped around me. " Hey its ok its. Ok. Sunflower. Look at me." Even though it was the other Jungkook who wrapped his arms around me, my mind was fogged with the face of my Jungkook. The one I truly wanted. The one who held me like the world would shatter if he didn't. Not this Jungkook. Not the one I was being forced to lean on. I craved the arms that made me feel safe ,once. His arms. And yet, all I could see were the bloodstains on his hands, the violence was still resonating in my head.

I gave the other Jungkook a glance. My vision started to blur. The blood drained out from my head. The horrifying incident weighed down my head. The room spun around me. The walls set forth to enclose me. Suffocating. My breath trembled and in a snap , black veils fell as curtains in front of my eyes. And then .Blackout.

Hours later.

The fluorescent lights above me flickered faintly as I was lying curled on the hospital bed. I gazed down to check if the torn clothes were still lingering on my body. No. It was hospital gown. My eyes then switched to my arm hooked to an IV drip. My body ached. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, trying to muffle the sobs. I broke into sobs. Everything hurts. Not only the way Roy bruised my skin. But he bruised my soul.

And then, out of nowhere a fading footsteps approached me. I startled. I quaked . I whimpered and I perceived that everything happened as my mother schemed. It must be Roy. He might have came here to take me with him. I trembled and sobbed. I couldn't do anything. Because if I refuse, my Jungkook would get hurt.

The soft steps neared room. I crawled back on the bed as if I could just get dissolved into the wall and be never found again. My breath fogged to my throat. My chest pebbled. My eyes locked to the door and braced myself expecting Roy's figure.

But it wasn't him.

It was him.

I stayed immobilized.

He stepped inside in a white coat and surgical mask, at first glance, he appeared as a doctor . But the moment our eyes met, I knew.

It was Jungkook.

My Jungkook.

My heart sank down and knotted with my stomach. A wave of relief swam in as my eyes captured his face. He is safe. He is right here in front of me. Alive and not hurt. Free. Breathing.

My Jungkook.

For a split second, the world around us stood still. Immobilized. It was just Him and me. Just me and my Jungkook. But I couldn't relish the joy of his presence here. Because along with my ebullience, agitation was dragged.

how did he even absconded from the custody? Did he break out of the bars and barged in here? What if the cops are chasing across the town for him?

"Sunflower," he whispered, and shoved down the surgical mask from his face . He took a step closer to me. " Baby, come on let's go .." He spread his fingers to latch my fingers to his.

I swallowed hard. I couldn't just toss myself over him and be wrapped inside his arm. The fear held me back. The bloodied hand of his still haunted my head.

"Baby, I never lied to you. Not about loving you. Not about wanting to protect you." His eyes mellowed. " Please just come with me. You cant stay here. Please I am begging you. "

My lips trembled. My breaths hyperventilated. "No..." I took a gulp down trying to shovel down the pebble of dread from my throat. " You should leave , Jungkook."

" Sunflower, please..." His spread fingers trembled.

" Stop calling me that " I turned my head the other side to conceal my tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please..." I whimpered, and scooted back against the pillow. "Please just go. You are scaring me, Jungkook."

His face fell in pain. Hurt flickered in his eyes. His hand twitched at his side like he wanted to touch me, but he didn't.

"I know," he whispered, stepped no closer. " I know you are afraid. And you have every right to be. But I swear to you, I didn't come to hurt you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

" I will come tonight." he spoke gently and desperately. " I will explain everything. I will take you away from that house. From them. It's not safe for you there, baby, not anymore."

For a second my body twitched to embrace him and cry to his chest, to take me away from here. From the hell. No. I cant. If he ever steps there, they would kill him. They would kill my Jungkook. I cant do this.

I shook my head. "Stop. Stop talking. I can't..." Panic hoisted inside me." I can't do this right now."

"Just look at me, Y/N," he beseeched." Please.."

"Please... just leave..." I sobbed and I covered my ears. "Please... you are scaring me... I don't know who to trust anymore."

" Sunflower, please there is no much time left. Just come with me please I am begging you.. " His fingers almost touched my shoulder. I quaked back. His eyes weighed down with hurt as I flinched back from his touch ." Blood , you have blood in your hands. Your hands are tainted with innocent human blood . Please dont touch me. ..." The words lacerated me than him.

A second of silence passed between us.

" You came for your brother. So be it. Take him with you. Just leave me alone. I gave every security password of their house just because you said you wanted to take your brother back too along with me. But I don't want you.." I close shut my eyes as I spoke the heart wrenching words. Because in a split second if my eyes meet his I would fail in holding back myself." Just take him with you." I demanded. If he ever tried to take me with him, my uncle Paxson, my mom and Roy wont stand back, they would hunt us down and would certainly kill him. Or may be worse, what if he kills them like he killed eight innocent lives. My mom's blood in his hand? I cant even think about it. It petrifies me. The fear of being with a murderer petrified me. A complicated perplexity fought inside me.

And my mom ,would frame the other Jungkook by murdering Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon and my dad. I cant let that happen. I cant let the other Jungkook to slip into treacherous trench. He is my Jungkook 's brother. He might have tried a million times to win me. Gently. But the only thought that lingered in my mind was, he is my Jungkook's brother, the only piece of family left for him.

I cant let the other Jungkook to slip into the crime which he never did or wont. Not when I know the truth. Not when I know my Jungkook has no one in his life. He lost Ian. He lost his mom. He said he came for his brother and me. May be he can have only his brother in life but not me. Taking me with him will bring only perilous pathway.

But my mom wants only one thing. Me. like she said I am her cash cow.

She wants me to go with her so that she can just toss me to Roy or men , so that her palms would brim with dollars. May be I should go with her and save the other Jungkook so that my Jungkook would at least have a brother in his life. Maybe I should go with her.

Maybe I should let her win this one.

Because if I stay, if I fight, she will make sure the other Jungkook goes down for it all. And that would shatter everything my Jungkook has left.

At least if I go, if I keep her eyes on me ,then maybe my Jungkook can still have his brother. At least one piece of family left in his wrecked, aching world. Because of me he lost Ian and his mother on that horrifying night I don't want to bring another loss to him. I don't want to be a curse in his life. And yes I am. I am curse to him.

So maybe that's what I have to do.

I will walk into hell with her.

I will stand next to Paxson, play the part of the obedient daughter, and let them believe I have surrendered. But God, I just don't want aunt Sarah to get hurt too. It could save her too if I walk into the hell.

Also my Jungkook, he doesn't have to lose the last person left who shares his blood.

Even if it breaks me.

Even if he never understands why I did it.

" Sunflower... please... " He asked again . A gentle whimper left his lips.

"Leave. Fucking leave! I don't want to see your face. Just take your brother Jungkook with you. I don't want to be with you. You scare me. Please." I sobbed. " I wish we never met. I wish I never talked to you the first night at outside that hell. "

" What about us, sunflower? Us? " He shuddered.

" Us? There is ......" I sealed my lips to muffle my sob. " There is no us...Leave..."

" No.." he shook his head. " You are coming with me." His eyes darkened. His whimpers disintegrated and replaced by a wrath. His jaw stiffened. He dropped his hand and let it fall to his sides. " You are coming with me." His hands turned into a frustrated fists.

" I am going with my mom. I am leaving this town ." His lips parted for a gasp. " And I am not coming back. I like kookie.." I swallowed hard trying shovel down the clog of pain at my throat. " Jungkook. I like him. Not you. " I lied. " And I think he is the right one for me. He is clean , neat and he doesn't kill people. Or assasinate any innocent people for money. " Hurt cut him deep through his eyes. " He is gentle and soft. " I lied again.

" Really, Sunflower? Jungkook? That little brat?" he spat, in rage. " The same one who stole the strawberries I left for you on your window sill and handed them to you like he brought them himself? The one who forced you to give him sunflowers, like he deserved them? The one who calls you 'Sunflower' just out of jealousy... because I called you that first."

I snap shut my mouth.

" Within three days, you fell for him? Whoa, baby... that's real fast. Didn't think you would be so quick to switch your heart to another asshole." His jaw was tight such the nerves might explode by any minute.

"I was already in love with him... it was you who came in between us," My words disintegrated as I spat unfiltered lies. . But I couldn't stop, I had to protect him, even if it meant tearing my own heart apart.

His eyes darkened, and I saw the disbelief flickered there. Hurt gleamed in his eyes.

"I didn't ask you to come back. I didn't ask you to ruin everything I was trying to build with him. You did that on your own." My voice wobbled but I held firm, and clung to the lie like it could somehow keep him safe.

" Whoa. So he was the one who embraced you with warm hands when you were outside your house crying and begging for silence from the universe? Right? Sunflower. ?' He growled.

"At least he doesn't kill people like you do," I snapped, even though every syllable made me want to collapse. "Take your brother, Jungkook. He won't go with you willingly... but you have to try. And run far as you can. Go as far away from this place. From me. When time comes I will meet my Jungkook. " My chin wobbled.

Actually I mean him. Not the other Jungkook.

" Until then keep my Jungkook..." I swallowed hard." I mean your brother, safe for me."

" Fine I will come tonight, I will take Jungkook with me." His tone was unpleasant. "And I will do what should have been done long time ago. I will take what belongs to me. Only me." He growled.

" Promise me you will take only Jungkook with you.." My shoulder hoisted up and stiffened.

Translation: You should never try to take me with you.

" I promise." He stared at me for a long moment, pain and hurt sliced through every line of his face. And then, without another word, he turned around.

" Wait," I called after him. "Stay low... at least for two hours. Then you can go to the Jeons' residence and take him with you."

He paused but didn't turn around.

Because I knew, the other Jungkook was still at the police station, falsely accused of assaulting me. If my Jungkook showed up at their house now, no one would be there. Worse, the cops might capture him again.

He gave a small nod, yet facing away from me.

A beat of silence passed, and then I asked the question that had been clawing at my chest. "How... how did you get out of custody?" I asked softly, and prayed inside my head that he would say something, anything ,that didn't sound like a crime.

"I killed the guards," he snapped. " And ran. Problem, Sunflower?"

I froze. I gasped.

My breath caught in my throat. I shook my head slowly, and swallowed the fear that rose like bile.

And then in a swift motion he left the room.

I broke into sobs as soon as his figure dispatched away from the door. In a split second I composed myself and peeled off the IV drip from my wrist. My pulse kicked up as I sat up, wincing, I wrapped the edge of my blanket around my hand to catch the drops of blood.

Then I moved. Bare feet touched the cold floor. I staggered at first, my knees teetered slightly. But I steadied myself. I had to move. Now.

I threw on the hospital robe over the thin gown, then reached into the drawer beside the bed. My clothes were gone. Only a pair of slippers and a folded hospital chart remained.

No time.

I cracked the door open and peeked out. The hallway was quiet. One nurse stood there at the far end , scribbling something in the chart. And her back was turned. I slipped out, holding the robe tightly closed, and crept down the corridor.

By every step I took , a flutter of fear danced through me as I reached the end of the hall. I pushed open the emergency exit door, it groaned slightly.

I turned around to check if the sound woke someone. No one turned.

I took the stairs down two floors, then slipped out through the side door of the hospital, the cold night air graze into my skin like needles.

The city outside was quieter and colder. My breath puffed in clouds. I wrapped my arms around myself, and ran as fast as my weak legs would lead me. I didn't know if my mom had eyes here. I just knew I had to get to the police station.

I had to save the other Jungkook before my mother destroyed everything. Before she execute her plan.

I didn't stop until the gleaming red and blue lights of the station loomed ahead. Until my eyes captured it.

I swallowed hard. My legs shook. My body screamed for rest. But my heart, my heart screamed louder. To help the other Jungkook and save mine.

I stepped inside.

" Jungkook.! Jungkook!" I screamed. " Jungkook! Release him now !."

" Move aside miss.. who are you?" One of the officers spoke.

" Jungkook. He is innocent release him now.!" I yelled.

"Little girl. Behave yourself . This is a police station. You cannot yell in here..." The officer rebuked me..

" Y/N. Oh dear. What are you doing here?" Mr. Jeon stepped inside. His voice sliced in.

" Mr. Jeon. It was not Jungkook. Please. It was not him." I choked on my sobs.

" Y/N Parker!" One of the lady police officer called out loud, holding the phone near her ear. My sobs interrupted with a gasp. That must be my mother.

I nodded . My breath shook.

" Miss, she is here at the police station. Your daughter is safe here. " She disconnected the phone. " Your mother is looking for you little girl. Why are you here? You just ran out of the hospital . She just called me now.!"

" Yes. I ran from there .Because I need to save someone from being accused of what he has not done. " I wheezed. My hands trembled such that I fisted them tight to keep them in place.

" What is it sweety? tell me. Who?" Mr. Jeon asked gently.

" It was my father. " I shivered.

I had to. I had to conceal the fact that , Roy was not there at home. Because that's what I was instructed by my mother. I lied to my teeth that how , my father was the one who assaulted me but it was actually Roy accompanied with uncle Paxson.

And all of a sudden, my mother barged in with a cloak of good and concerned mother. At a glance she gave me death glare from my head to toe. Yet she curled her hands around me like a loving mother.

" Little flower, tell me who it is?" She gently shook my shoulder. For a second, I melted that she can talk like a loving mother. For a second, I witnessed how a loving mother will be concerned to her daughter. I craved that.

I stood astound. And she eyed to me with a glare to answer the question like she trained me.

I spoke out. I spoke it was my father, Paxton. But what she said next almost had me in chokehold. She claimed that it was not Paxton but Paxson. She asked me to identify a scar on his shoulder by trying to recall the scene.

"Try to think harder, little flower. Did he have any marks. Or anything as an identification mark on him.? Think honey.! I know who it is. I just need to confirm if that sick moron did this to you. I saw a glimpse of his face when Jungkook caught him." She spoke in a concerned tone. And I didn't have a single idea why she is mapping Uncle Paxson again into the scene.

I sank my head to spiral back the horrifying scene. My mother, then she painfully nudged my shoulder to answer and eyed to me to confirm the scar. Which actually I never noticed on him. " Yes. Yes. he had a scar at the hollow of his collarbone. On his shoulders. "

" Oh my god!" My mom plunged down and curled her knees to her chest. "I knew this would happen. Its not Paxton. It was Paxon Parker . My husband's twin brother. "

I gasped by her act. Why would she frame Paxson again to the scene? Why did she even do that. ? She wanted to elope with him and then drag me with them. Did she switch sides again?

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