Escape - BTS

It was a rainy day today and like every other morning, you didn’t feel like going to work. The two only reasons you were doing it were that your boyfriend would be shaking you until you were up and that your best friend was working at the same place and on the same shift.

Like every other morning, you got up slowly, taking about 20 minutes just to be half awake, and like every other morning, your boyfriend was waiting for you in the kitchen of your small apartment with a coffee cup filled just for you.

"Good morning sleepy head!" he said in a happy tone, handing over your cup.

"Morning... "

"Soooooooo... Wanna do something tonight? It’s Friday after all!"

"We’ll see, I'm still sleeping for the moment, can't think."

You sat down on one of the counter chairs and he came behind you, massaging your shoulders softly. You used to love that feeling, but now it would only make you feel weird, almost pissed.

"Please, don’t do this... Not this morning." you said moving your shoulder to get his hands off you.

"C’mon, it will only relax you..." He said, tightening his grip on your shoulders, almost hurting you.

"I said that I don’t want you to do that, so please stop."

He finally let go after a few more seconds and stomped to your shared bedroom, pushing the door shut behind him. Only then you would start to feel good again, despite the slight pain in your shoulders and the rest of your body.

You finished your coffee in an instant and almost ran to the bathroom. You double-checked that the lock was on and started the shower before taking your clothes off. Like every other morning, you were disgusted by your body. Marks going from blue to red covered about 30 percent of it, and the rest was just filled with horrible memories. On your wrist, pale scars were ugly reminders of your teenage years. Looking at yourself in the mirror every morning was torture, but you kept doing it anyway as if it was a way of keeping in touch with reality.

You only got out of the bathroom when you were sure that your boyfriend had gone to work. You then got ready for your day and left the apartment without eating anything. "A coffee is all I need." you thought. Once at work, you and your bestie chatted while working, but like always you avoided her questions about your strange relationship with your partner. Your friend was always saying that he seemed too nice to be real and that she was envying you because her boyfriend was just an awkward nerd, always playing on his console with his friends. You only laughed at her comment, but on the inside, it was a different story. This day was just like any other one, and at night after your shift, your boyfriend would be waiting for you outside of the store you were working at.

Since it was Friday, you asked your friend if you could go to her place, wishing for one of those rare peaceful nights. Unluckily, your boyfriend had heard your conversation and made sure to have you by his side.

"Hey, she could come to our place instead, it’s way bigger and we have tones and tones of movies to watch!" He said nicely.

"Oh, I’d love to!" your friend said, looking at you.

"Umh... Yeah, why not..."

You ended up with the three of you in the car, your best friend talking with your boyfriend, while you were just looking outside the window. Raindrops were still streaming down, which only made you in the worst mood. You just wanted to have a peaceful night, and he would take it away from you like for everything else. Why wouldn’t you simply go away? That was a question with no good answer. You weren’t able to go, that’s all. He was always making sure to keep an eye on you, and the only moment that you were feeling free was at work.

Once in the apartment, you all sat on the couches in the living room and talked about anything for some time. Eventually, you ended up going into the kitchen to get some drinks and snacks, while the others were agreeing on a movie. Wanting to make sure that your friend felt welcomed, you took your sweet time to prepare a small meal for three people. When you returned to the living room with your hands full of dishes, it was like receiving a hit in the stomach. You were not able to breathe anymore. Your best friend was sitting on the lap of that asshole that was your boyfriend, and his hands were just all over her. They didn’t notice you until you dropped everything on the floor causing a huge mess, with shards of glass exploding on your legs.

-Wait, Y/N! Your bestie says in panic, still sitting on your boyfriend.

-Don’t you dare say anything! You yelled. I can’t believe that you are doing this to me, after all those years of friendship! I don’t want to see neither of you anymore!

You ran across the appartement, went in your shared bedroom and locked the door behind you. In rage, you packed up your stuff, which only consist of clothing, your cellphone and your computer, and took a certain amount of money from your ex-boyfriend. Without even knowing where you were going, you got out of the room with a suitcase, passed the two adults in the living room and got out of what you’ve called home for the last two years and a half. In the streets, tears started rolling down your face, and the rain was making you freeze to the bones. You couldn’t believe that that girl you considered your best friend, you confident, had betrayed you on the first occasion. But at the same time, it was a relief that you didn’t had to deal with your abusive boyfriend anymore. In fact, you didn’t even bothered leaving your friend with him. She only got what she wanted, you thought. In the end, you were not crying because of them, you were crying because you were scared. Because you didn’t knew what to do and you were scared of that, scared of the unknown.