WARNING !THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE IN IT!

"Is everything planned? Uhg, I don't care! Just get rid of her! As long as she's here, he won't accept. She needs to go one way or another, so get her out of here! I don't care how just do it…...Uh huh….Yea. Great! Loves! Don't let anyone catch you. OH, don't worry. Just leave him to me. A little alcohol and seducing should work, Hahahaha."


Never did I ever think things would turn out like this. Me….planning my loved ones wedding. The pain that went into it was somewhat bearable, until i remembered whose wedding it was. The decorations were coming together perfectly, and it all looked amazing. Both my parents and Luciel thought so. Smiling around them made work hard, though. I didn't feel like smiling. I felt like breaking down, like tearing everything to the ground and setting it all on fire. The emotions that ran through my mind didn't want to cope with reality, which made things even MORE hard. When I heard my parents had caught a cold, I was somewhat relieved (not meaning to sound mean) because it meant I didn't need to work on the wedding. Luciel was busy with work so I decided to catch up with Zen. I called him earlier in the day and he picked up within the first ring.

"I was just about to call you! I haven't heard from you in awhile, babe. How's everything going?"

He was probably the one I was very calm around. When I was around Luciel, it felt like it was always a competition of some sort since we were both super competitive. He was always hyper, and I never wanted to lower his hopes in having a fun time. Zen, on the other hand, made me feel relaxed and calm most of the days. The things we talked about weren't nearly as personal, but the conversations could get pretty deep. Zen was a very understanding person, and whenever I talked to him about my life, the words seemed to flow out of my mouth so smoothly, it almost seemed natural. And his smile always made me laugh. I tried my best to make those around me smile and laugh, because it brought joy to me. Joy that would last a long time.

"Hey, you want a drink or something to snack on?"

"Huh?" I looked up at Zen with a grin. "Um, no thank you, Zen."

"Hm…" He got up and went into the kitchen for some minutes, then came out with an apple and a glass of raspberry lemonade. He handed it to me and rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't lie to me, cutie."

"Haha, thanks, Zen." I took a sip of my lemonade as he bit into the apple and stared at me with red eyes. I stared back. A smirk grew on his face as I giggled. We always did this when we saw each other. We'd stare awkwardly at each other until the other laughs or blinks. Sometimes it took a while, and other times it ended quickly. A hic-up erupted from my throat, and i blink, then Zen put his hand to his mouth as he laughed. Out of everyone, Zen's laugh was my favorite. It was just...soothing. Andit doesn't always happen. Luciel laughed all the time, so it wasn't very unique to hear it, and Yoosung usually chuckled or giggled. I never heard Jaehee laugh, and Jumin….I couldn't remember what his laugh was like. Or what his smile looked like….Or what his voice sounded like. When I thought about it, I realized that I hadn't seen Jumin in six weeks. It was the longest I had gone without seeing him since I met everyone in the RFA and it was troubling.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Eh? Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.."

Zen stared at me awkwardly, then frowned. "It would be a lot more fun to talk with you if you were honest. WHat's up with you today, Sapphire? You're acting….different."

"Just..a lot of stress and things on my mind, that's all." I stood up with a stretch. "Wanna play a board game? I saw one that I've been wanting to play. It was on top of your kitchen cupboards."

Zen grinned. "Go ahead."

I went to it and stood on my tiptoes, reaching for the box. I grabbed it and walked back to the couch and sat down. Zen, once again, stared at me awkwardly, then his eyes went to my eyes.

"Hey, uh, Sapphire?"

"Hm?"

"What were those marks on your shoulder blades?"

I froze. No one had ever really realized my scars. It was a subject I'd rather not go into, but..Zen was a close friend and deserved to know about my past. I looked at him and smiled sadly. "Well...when I was really young, I...was somewhat abused by my mom…"


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The closet was a cold place with multiple leaks, seeming to make it out to be a room without a ceiling. The walls weren't finished so it was a conductor for cold during the winter times. The floor was a small patch of grey carpet that acted as a sponge and soaked up as much water as it could from the leaking roof. Some months, she'd go weeks without feeding me, forgetting that I even existed. The days I didn't have food were the hardest days of all. Not because of the hunger, but because of the boredom. When I had food, I'd eat as slow as I could just to keep myself entertained.

It all started when my dad divorced my mother. She turned into a reckless mess, but father only divorced her because he had seen that mom hit me out of anger every now and then. "I'm getting better, don't worry! I'm getting better at controlling my anger, I swear!" she would say. Dad still loved mom dearly, but he thought divorcing her would enable him to take us away, even if it was just for a couple days a month. But, a week after their divorce was finalized, dad died in a car accident. He died when I was 5, my younger sister barely a year old. Mom missed worked for weeks, months, leaving a five year old to learn how to cook and make a bottle for their younger sister. It was difficult, but not something I wasn't able to do. As time went on, I noticed my mom hurting herself, physically and emotionally. I told her to hit me once, just to get the anger out, just like before. And she did. Every time she felt mad, she'd hit me. Even when I yelled and screamed at her to stopped, she would keep doing. Over...and over again. She tried to hit Diamond once, but I stood in her way. I wouldn't allow her to hurt my younger sister for doing nothing.

When I turned seven, and Diamond 3, mom had started using belts and wires to hit me. She no longer hit me out of anger, she hit me for her own pleasure, as if it was something she got off on. When mom brought men over, she'd tell them to hit me, too. They ganged up on me….with hand and other things. Mom saw I started struggling more and more against her and the men she brought over. So, she threatened to starve me to death, or to lock me away. I didn't take her seriously, I was finished with being hit constantly...And that's how I came to live in an unfinished, leaking closet.

Every now and then my younger sister would come to the door and talk to me while mom was at work or passed out from drinking too much or from her drugs. I told her constantly that if mom caught her talking to me, she'd be the one in here, and not me. I would never let that happen, so as days passed, I slowly stopped responding to Diamond, until one day she stopped talking to me, and the loneliness finally got to me. I broke down, banging on the door, screaming for someone to help me. Mom heard me one night and nearly beat me to death. She used blades, wires, belts and her hands. She'd claw at my back whenever I'd try to defend myself. I layed on the floor that night, bleeding onto the floor and gasping for air. Breathing hurt due to the multiple wounds and hits she made to my throat. Diamond snuck out of her room and went to me, her bright grey eyes holding nothing but sorrow for me.

"S..Sapphiwe?"

"..."

"Awe...you alive…?"

"..."

"Sapph.."

"..." I couldn't talk. If mom heard my raspy voice, she'd catch Diamond out here and hurt her too.

"I'm sowy I couldn't help.."

"Go…...TO…..youR...ROom…..nOow.."

Diamond nodded and left me there to sulk.

The next day came slower than most days, and was quite different than others. Mother was dressing nicely, using makeup to cover her needle marks and veinless arms. She looked so pretty...so beautiful again. So young.. She walked over to me and helped me up.

"We gotta get ya cleaned up, Sapphy."

Sapphy...What dad use to call me. She took me a bath and scrubbed the blood off, hurting my bruises and other opened wounds. It was obvious she didn't have a change of heart, something was driving her to be this sweet towards me. She dressed me in leggings and a baggy grey t-shirt that actually fit quite good. It wasn't that it was baggy, it was just very loose on my stomach from all the weight I had lost in the closest for 15 months. She tried covering some bruises but left others clearly visible. I frowned as she made me stand next to Diamond, who looked as healthy as any other child could get. Since I told her to always do whatever mom asked of her, she never talked back to mom. So, in mother's eyes, she was the perfect daughter; an angel. She wore a light blue and white dress with a single blue ribbon in her hair, her eyes glowing a bright grey color.

"Okay, girls, ya gotta act nice and, no fucking up, Sapphire."

All I could do in response was nod. A knock came from the door and mother answered it, revealing a very nice looking man. A nice rich man. He was a tall, young man with a slim body. He looked close to six feet and a couple inches tall. He had slicked back black hair that had a slight grey hue to it. His eyes were grey and his complexion was somewhat pale. He wore a suit and held some flowers as he stared at my mom with such hunger, it was disgusting. My mother smiled genuinely, her bright smile seeming happy. The blond hair on her head was short, and had some small curls (example: exactly like Marilyn Monroe's hair style). Her blue eyes seemed to brighten up in the presence of such a wealthy looking man.

"Ah, Leasa, you look splendid," the man said with a bright smile. He looked down at us and tilted his head to the side. "You two must be Leasa's daughters."

"Mhm!" Diamond replied with a smile. "I am Diamond-Lee Choii!"

"Isn't she just adorable," he said, looking at my mother. She glanced at me, telling me to introduce myself. I looked at the man and forced a smile.

"I'm Ava Sapphire Choii."

"Ava? That's a pretty name." He stood straight. "You can call me Mr. Han."

"He's going to be helping us buy another house. I met him at a meeting in one of the office departments while I was running about delivery paper to each of the rooms."

"She was very sweet. Some people at work were a pain, and treated your mother poorly, so I decided to help her out. She told me about your house's condition and I offered to pay for a new house."

"Isn't he the sweetest?" mother asked as the man winked at her. I rolled my eyes. At this point, I was 9 years old, clearly developing the personality of not giving any shits at this point. That day, mother and the man took us out to eat and to go house hunting. One house was very nice, and quite big, bigger than it had to be for us three. While mother and Diamond wandered the halls, Mr. Han sat next to me on the floor and smiled. "Are you wanting to go back home yet? You seem tired."

"No."

He stared at me. "How old are you?"

"Nine."

"Oh. I have a son who's a couple years older than you. He's 14 years old. Seeing your personality, you seem like the two of you would get along well."

"Oh. What school does he go to?"

"It's a private school. It's nowhere near here. I'm from Korea. I came to America on a business trip."

"Oh."

It went silent once again and mother returned with Diamond. "This looks like the perfect house, Mr. Han."

"Mr. Han stood up and smiled. "Then this will be the one. Come on, let's go. The girls can stay here." He walked to mom and mom held onto his arm as the two of them walked away. Diamond skipped over to me and sat down.

"He's a very nice man! Maybe he'll pull mom out of the ditch she's dug herself, huh?!"

"..."

"Cheer up! You won't have the closet anymore, isn't that great, Sapphy?"

Sapphy…...Sapphy….

"..I...suppose."

"Mommy told me that Mr. Han is her boyfriend! But we can't tell anyone since he would get into a lot of trouble!"

"Why..?"

She got closer and whispered in my ear, "He already has a wife back in Korea. She can't know about mommy."

What about Mr. Hans child? "Oh."

"Yeah! That's why he's helping us and that's why mommy looks really pretty now!"

Later that night, he dropped us off at home. He sneaked mom a kiss goodbye, then left. Mom didn't' bother with us. She just went straight to her room and locked the door. I layed down on one of the couches, unsure of where it was okay for me to spend the night. It probably would've been the best if I just went back to the closest instead, because when mom saw me laying on the couch, she lost it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing on that couch, bitch? Huh? You think nasty filth can just touch the couch? Honestly, Ava, what the Hell is your problem!?"

I quickly stood up, but was too late. A punch was thrown at my face, sending me down to the ground. She kicked my side and sat on my stomach as she threw more and more punches my way. She clawed at my arms as i used them as a shield for my face. She stood up and spit on me. "Sleep in the closet. If I find out you slept anywhere else, I'm killing you." She went to her room, locked the door and turned on music. I sat there, paralyzed from the sudden actions. Diamond krept out of her room and went to me. She was...crying. Diamond never cried. Why was she crying? She gave me a black jacket and helped sit me up.

"Go," she whispered, tears running down her face. "Go."

"Diamond-"

"Please, Sapphy…."

"..."

"I..I don't want you to die one day from her hurting you. You need to leave…..please…"

"There's nowhere to go-"

"Mr. Han is leaving today. His airplane leaves at 12:15. You have an hour...go, sissy...please."

I stood up and felt something in my pocket. I looked at Diamond, who smiled sadly. "I put some money in your pocket...Now go, before mom comes out."

A tear slid down my face as she hugged me for the last time. I kissed her goodbye, and quietly left through the front door. I ran down the stairs and breathed in as the cool air hit me, stinging my face. I went to the main road and looked around. There were taxi's everywhere,. But….would one stop for me? I took the chances and stood by the curb, yelling out for a taxi. Multiple ones passed, except for one, which pulled over next to me. I got into the back seat and sighed. The driver looked fairly young, about 19.

"Where to, missy?"

"Um…" Shit. I don't know where…. "JFK international airport..."

"Ah, I got you. We'll arrive there in about 35 minutes."

"..Thank you…" I was sitting for about 35 minutes, just like he said, before we arrived at the airport. I reached into my pocket and he laughed.

"No need, kiddo. I know what it's like to run away. And, seeing that bruise on ya eye, I can tell you're doin' it for a good reason. No need to pay."

"Th-Thank you so much." I got out of the car and stood in the cold. I looked up at the building and rushed in. It was quite crowded and busy, and I could see I would easily get lost. I ran to a near window and saw a skinny, yet big, airplane. And Mr. Han was standing right in front of it. I smiled and ran outside, making my way to the plane. Mr. Han was busy talking to one of the women, probably a flight attendant. I slowly climbed up the stairs and looked around. There was absolutely nowhere to hide. But, I'd manage….and boy...did I sure manage…

{[END OF ABUSIVE PART! END OF ABUSIVE PART!}]


Zen looked at me with big, sad eyes. "You went through all of that?"

"...Yea, it's dramatic, I know, but-"

"Dramatic my ass, it's fucking sad. I can't believe a mother would easily do all that shit to a child! How messed up do you have to be?!" He sighed annoyingly. "It...I'm….I'm sorry about that, Sapphire." He looked at me. "I didn't know your real name was was Ava."

"Yea. No one does, actually."

"Doesn't Luciel? Ya know, 'cause of his hacking skills?"

I giggled. "I got it legally changed when I moved to Japan with some friends."

"Oh." Zen looked away. "I'm sorry I asked. I shouldn't have asked about the mark."

"Don't be sorry, Zen. It's all fine, haha."

Zen frowned. "Does….Jumin know about your past?"

"...Hah, no. No one but Seven and you know…" I shook my head. "SO, please don't mention it to anyone else."

"Of course not! Don't worry, babe. It's our secret."

"Thank you…"

My visit seemed to last longer than I thought it would've. I arrived at Zen's house at 9:00 a.m. and left around 11:35 p.m. I ended up walking to cool off. The breeze felt great against my skin as the cool wind blew. I looked up at the sky and smiled as I thought of how much I enjoyed looking at the stars with Jumin. Oh Jumin. I missed him so much, it hurt every time he crossed my mind. I wanted to kill myself every time I was reminded of him. He hasn't tried contacting me...so...why would I have mattered, right? It...It's stupid to think he loved someone so normal.

I frowned as my gaze averted to the ground. How did things end so fucked up? We never even said a proper goodbye, and I think that's what bothered me the most. It was just 'I'm getting married, so bye' kind of thing. Uhg. I stopped walking as I heard footsteps approaching from behind. I turned around but was too late. I got a splitting headache and everything went black.

Sorry this was soooo long and didn't really have jumin in it, but the next one….oh God, the next one will. ANyways, this is part 1 or 2, so the second one will continue from right here. Anyways, I really hope you guys liked it!