So Much For Being Siblings

"KANA! SUGA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"
I immediately froze. I was too afraid to turn around. Had I heard wrong...Did I have hearing problem? Or was it really my mom behind me?
Finally, I turned around, and I immediately regretted it.
It was my mom. And the second I turned around, she gave me a hard slap on my face.
"Why are you here?" I asked, trembling with fear.
"I should be the one asking you that. Why are you here in a nightclub. You are not allowed here. And I saw everything you did with Suga." My mother said to me. Then she turned to Suga and gave him a death glare. If looks could kill, Suga would've died a VERY painful death.
"Suga. I'm friends with your mother. You were such a good kid. I would've never imagine you doing this to my precious daughter. You have disappointed me."
Then I felt a large hand pat me on left shoulder. I looked up. Jimin's father.
'Of course. He was out with mom.' I thought to myself.
All of the sudden, Jimin appeared out of nowhere. He noticed Suga and I cornered by my mom and his father and immediately knew what was going on.
"Why are you guys here?" Jimin asked.
Mom turned to Jimin and frowned. "Jimin. I told you to take care of Kana while I was out. Not TAKING HER TO A BAR WHERE SHE DRINKS AND GETS CLOSE TO A GUY!" My mom exclaimed as the volume of her voice rose by the second. The my mom spun around and faced me again. "Kana. You. Are. Grounded. For the next two months. I will be taking you laptop, phone, iPad, and iPod away. You will not get ANY of them back until I feel like you are a better kid and you are responsible."
I was about to argue when she added something. "And whatever relationship you have with Suga, break it off. You are not allowed to see any guys without my consent."
That was it.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU AREN'T GOING TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I'M ALREADY 16 YEARS OLD FOR THE SAKE OF JESUS! SUGA AND I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING! WHY THE HELL AM I GROUNDED? YOU MAKE NO SENSE! I HATE YOU! AND YOU TOO, MY 'STEP-DAD'! DON'T EXPECT ME TO EVER LOOK AT YOU AS MY FATHER! YOU AREN'T AND YOU NEVER WILL BE. MY LIFE IS ALL MESSED UP BECAUSE OF YOU! I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" I screamed on top of my lungs. Then I ran out the nightclub into the dark street which were only dimly lit by old street-lights. I heard my mother screaming 'Come back!' behind me, but I ignored it. I ran and ran until there was no sound but of my shoes hitting the ground every time it touched the ground and the sound my me crying.
Hot tears streamed down my face.
I didn't stop until my legs felt weak and I collapsed onto the hard cement. Though it was dark, I still felt a shadow over me. I looked up.
And it was the person I least wanted to see at that moment.

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