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Twist me, Keep me , Hold me ( A set of trilogy )
Taken to a private island.I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so comp...
AFTER THAT DAY, MY RELATIONSHIP WITH BETH UNDERGOES A SUBTLE, BUT noticeable change. She’s no longer quite so determined to keep me out, and I slowly get to know the person behind the prickly walls.
“I know you think you got a rough deal,” she says one day as we’re fishing together, “but believe me, Y/n, Jungkook really does care about you. You’re very lucky to have someone like him.”
“Lucky? Why?”
“Because no matter what he’s done, Jungkook is not really a monster,” Beth says seriously. “He doesn’t always act in a way that society deems acceptable, but he’s not evil.”
“No? Then what is evil?” I’m genuinely curious how Beth defines the word. To me, Jungkook’s actions are the very epitome of something an evil man might do—my stupid feelings for him notwithstanding.
“Evil is someone who would murder a child,” Beth says, staring at the bright blue water. “Evil is someone who would sell his thirteen-year-old daughter to a Mexican brothel…” She pauses for a second, then adds, “Jungkook is not evil. You can trust me on that.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just watch the waves pounding against the shore. My chest feels as though it’s being squeezed in a vise. “Did Jungkook save you from evil?” I ask after a while, when I’m certain that I can keep my voice reasonably steady.
She turns her head to look at me. “Yes,” she says quietly. “He did. And he destroyed the evil for me. He handed me a gun and let me use it on those men—on the ones who killed my baby daughter. You see, Y/n, he took a used-up, broken street whore and gave her her life back.”
I hold Beth’s gaze, feeling like I’m crumbling inside. My stomach is churning with nausea. She’s right: I didn’t know the real meaning of suffering. What she’s been through is not something I can comprehend.
She smiles at me, apparently enjoying my shocked silence. “Life is nothing more than a fucked-up roulette,” she says softly, “where the wheel keeps spinning and the wrong numbers keep coming up. You can cry about it all you want, but the truth of the matter is that this is as close to a winning ticket as it gets.”
I swallow to get rid of the knot in my throat. “That’s not true,” I say, and my voice sounds a bit hoarse. “It’s not always like this. There is a whole other world out there—the world where normal people live, where nobody tries to hurt you—”
“No,” Beth says harshly. “You’re dreaming. That world is about as real as a Disney fairy tale. You might have lived like a princess, but most people don’t. Normal people suffer. They hurt, they die, and they lose their loved ones. And they hurt each other. They tear at each other like the savage predators they are. There is no light without darkness, Y/n; the night ultimately catches up with us all.”
“No.” I don’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it. This island, Beth, Jungkook—it’s all an anomaly, not the way things always are. “No, that’s not —”
“It’s true,” Beth says. “You might not realize it yet, but it’s true. You need Jungkook just as much as he needs you. He can protect you, Y/n. He can keep you safe.” She seems utterly convinced of that fact.
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