"A bond to defeat this evil must be formed within aMandla okuThula. Without all seven, you will not succeed."
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She's the queen of a kingdom she never knew about, the light needed to save her world from the dark rule it was under, the only element...
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JIMIN GROANED and flopped back on his bed, digging his fingers into his scalp. He hated how his foster parents were always so strict and cruel. He thought that he behaved well enough to be free for one night, but he was just proven wrong.
This was the third time in the last ten days that the dark haired dancer was lying on his bed in pain. His neck was dented with hand marks, his legs were bruised from punches and his stomach felt painful with every slow movement he made.
He hated this, he hated his life right there and then. There were too many scars that littered his skin, too many events that tainted his mind. On days like this, he felt like he couldn't handle it.
Remembering how a long, hot shower would always make him, he stood up and slowly walked into his bathroom. After he undressed with much difficulty due to the pain, he stepped into the shower and immediately turned the taps on. A feeling of escape and serenity passed through his body as soon at the hot water made contact with his skin. The only thing that could be heard was his soft breathing and the droplets flowing down.
The brunette stood there and calmed his body down, the silence making him wonder about what he did to deserve this routine. It was always the same thing almost everyday.
He'd wake up and go to school, then usually hang out with friends as an excuse not to return. He gets back "home" late and receives a scolding by an old hag, then has to deal with a drunk, fat man in a few hours. After showering and tending to his body, he goes to sleep with bruises and cuts.
Been there, done that. Rinse and repeat that.
As he closed the water off and stepped out the shower, he felt better than he did a long twenty minutes ago. The water managed to distract him from the pains on his body. The cause for last night's bruises was from a simple idea his best friend had the day before.
"Come on, it's at a place you know your way around!"
Jimin ignored the woman in front of him and carried on with his essay, struggling to concentrate with her constant bugging.
"Mini, it's only for one night and it's the start of a weekend," she continued, trying to convince the brunette. "You will be staying at my house for the entire weekend anyway, because I won't let you go back to that house."
"If you could bother me at another hour, that would be amazing," he pleaded without looking away from the inked page.
Suddenly, his book was grabbed from under his nose, the pen almost writing across the entire page. He snapped his glare at the woman holding her hands behind her large hoodie.
"I really cannot deal with this today," he groaned, sinking back into the library chair as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, what the hell do you want, Lisa?"
"You are coming with me to the sports centre this evening at 9 o'clock sharp, even if I have to drag you out of that damned house myself." She had a determined look on her face, her hands still behind her back.
