ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖, ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - Jeon Jungkook

•Chapter 5•

*kinda long sorry*

Nayeons POV

"I don't really talk about this with people. I mean, Kung Hee and Hanjae know about it but we don't talk about it." Jungkook just nodded his head, signaling for me to continue speaking.

"Okay, so it started when I was 7..." and just like that, I poured myself out to him.

I explained everything. How my parents met and how when my mom introduced him to her parents they disliked him. But my mother was in blind love and didn't care what they thought. They got married quickly. My mother was 19 and still in college when they met. However, my father was 24. A few of months after her 20th birthday, my father asked her to marry him and she said yes. The wedding was planned in 3 days, cheap and ended up not being legal. Something with the pastor or whatever but they didn't find out until she was sick.

They lived like a normal married couple for a while. At least 2 years. Once my mom was around 22, they agreed to start a family together. My grandparents were never happy about this. Never. With every fiber in their bodies, they hated my dad.

It didn't take many tries for my mom to get pregnant. When she found out she was so happy and so was my father. My grandmother was okay with it- she was just happy that she was getting a grandchild.

My mom was a dancer like me when she was little but when she went on a trip with her friends and her family for spring break, she got in an accident. When skiing she fell off the skis and broke her foot and knee. She couldn't dance after that. It's one of the reasons why when my mom found out that she was having a girl wanted me to be a ballerina.

Her little, pink ballerina.

Anyways, when I was born my dad was upset that I wasn't a boy but he got over it quickly because he loved my mother and she was so happy with me. Since I could start to walk I was in dance classes. Every single style of dance I knew by the age of 6. I had been in recitals and showcases. Winning trophies that I didn't care about but my parents did. For my father, it showed that his child wasn't a failure. My grandparents were in my life but not as much as they wanted to be. I saw them one weekend every month and that was it. Not even in holidays. They were only allowed to my recitals if they were in town. My parents had become very distant with them over the years.

My father worked at an insurance company and made pretty good money but was always working hard and really stressed out. That's why he started drinking. He says it "relaxes him" but it really just made him lazy and stupid. Because of it, he ended up cheating on my mom a couple of times. My mom was too much in love with him to leave him, so she stayed.

About 2 months after my 7th birthday, my mother and I were hanging out at home because it had just snowed and my dance classes were canceled for the day. I was showing her some of the new moves I had learned and she was very proud of me.

After dancing for a little bit my mom went into the kitchen to make us some lunch. While she was in the kitchen cooking, I stayed back in the living room playing with some of my dolls. It was a long time that my mom hadn't come out of the kitchen. Me being hungry, I went inside and saw my mother on the floor. She lied there motionless. Her body looked dead, her eyes closed and chest not rising. I was only 7 years old and didn't know what to do. The only thing I knew how to do was call my grandmother. So that's what I did.

I was scared because I didn't know what was going on. Nothing bad had happened in my life because my parents always protected me from bad situations. And then there I was terrified. As I talked to my grandmother my voice became more and more shaky. Every one in a while choking from the tears I was trying to hold back. I was never allowed to cry. It was a sign of weakness and as my father's' daughter, I wasn't allowed to show weakness. She (grandmother) arrived instantly. She had called 911 on the way over here. It didn't take long for them to show up.

They made us follow them to the hospital after they had put my mother into the ambulance. I didn't know how to act as my grandmother drove us there. I was so young and had such mixed emotions about what was happening.

We later found out that my mom had a blockage in one of her arteries. Thus causing the blood to piled up and not reach her heart. She had a heart attack and fell into the ground. They decided to keep her there- wanting to do more test and try to remove the blockage. It was a complete shock to all of us because she always seemed to be in good health. Was rarely sick or had a headache. Nothing like that. None of us were prepared for any of this.

My father was besides himself. He wasn't good with things like this. Pain and blood and all that stuff. But he wanted to stay by my moms side so he had to deal with it. My grandparents took me in while she was in the hospital. We would visit every other day, unless she was getting a procedure done, in that case we went that day as well.

My mother stayed in the hospital for the next 4 months. She unfortunately, wasn't getting better. As the doctors kept on doing more tests, they found out more things that were wrong with her. Her blood cell count was low, there was another blockage someone else in her body. One thing after another. And I guess my mothers body was done.

Done being in that bland, beige room with nothing. Done being sick and in pain. Done with seeing her only daughter, husband and parents all worrying and in pain because of her. I wasn't there to see or be told she died. The nurse told my dad that she was content, watching tv and just closed her eyes. She (the nurse) thought she was sleeping but her heart rate slowed down. Giving her the signal.

From that moment on my life had changed. And it was definitely not for the better. Everything was down hill from here down. How could things get better? Nothing can reverse time.

My fathers addiction got worse and he not long after her death, started abusing drugs. Once the drugs kicked into his system, all the abuse started. With all the abuse I had become a different person in the process. It changed me.

When I was 9 my grandfather called Child Protective services on my father and had me placed with them. They are now my legal guardians. But the court also ordered that my father must stay with us, so he can be watched and monitored. Some time in jail and probation made my father worse, which was something I never thought could happen.

Since then, living with my grandparents has been okay. I still am abused and hurt all of the time but it's not as bad as it used to be. My grandfather retired from his job so be could be home more to look after me and watch my father. My grandmother didn't work, but helps out at her friends business to make some money, along with the pension and disability checks. We are a happy family who are all very strong. And we need to be because we never know what's going to come out way. And this time we rather be prepared than surprised.

I continued doing dance as a way to relive my stress and worries about my mom when she was in the hospital. It turned out that the pressure from my mom and some actual talent, made me actually amazing at dance. And it just became my thing. Who would know where I would be right now if I stayed with my father alone? I wouldn't be in the place I am now. That's is 100% true.

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Hey guys!! Sorry this took so long but Merry (late) Christmas!🎄
I am on break from school right now so I am gonna try to get one or two more chapters out. Let me know what you think please!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!
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