Scars of The Runaway || Hoshi

1: The Runaway

Jia's POV

~Wednesday: 9:47 PM~

"Where do you think you're going, you brat?!" My step father grabbed me by my hair before throwing me onto the wall, making me hug myself in pain as I landed on the floor. I winced in pain as tears streamed down on my cheeks.

I let out a groan as I held my stomach that had been punched several times. "Planning to leave again, huh?" He walk towards me, stuffing both of his hands inside his pocket as he gave me a pitiful look.

"I don't really care if you run away after all you're the reason why your mother's dead" He scoffed as he looked away.

I took the opportunity to gather my strength and slowly get up. "Go, and run all you want. Seeing you makes my blood boil in anger" He added with his tone full of spite against me.

"Go! Get lost before I even change my fucking mind!" His sudden rise of his tone made me flinch as I grabbed my bag that was on the floor, stumbling on my way out of the house.

I can still feel my muscles aching in pain due to the aggressive beating from my father. My arms, legs, stomach were once again painted with bruises and wounds all because of him.

"T-To San-Hyo stations please" I managed to say to the taxi driver despite the weakness and the trembling I am feeling right now.

I pulled out a bandage from my bag, placing it near the corners of my lips wherein my father had landed a harsh punch.

It has always been like this, my step father would beat me up whenever he would come home from gambling or drinking. Ever since my mother died, he became a chaotic mess. He would drink, gamble and neglect me.

From then on, I learned to be independent. I started to find ways to earn money for myself and most importantly, I found a far away place wherein I could dwell in to escape from his brutal treatment.

It's my grandparents house.

They named me as the inheritor before they passed away.

"We're here, ma'am" I paid him, hopped out and rushed to catch the earliest train going to the province.

Thank goodness, I made it on time.

I stifled a sigh of relief as soon as I find myself sitting on one of the available seats of the train. I hugged my bag tightly as I stared outside of the window, letting my thoughts wonder.

I felt something vibrate inside my pocket. I pulled out my phone to answer the text message from my co-worker whom is also my classmates and a close friend.

Jihoon:
Are you in the train now??

Me:
Yeah, you don't have to worry anymore

Jihoon:
Geez, I was so ready to call the police now

Me:
Jihoon, don't. Promise me, you'll never call the police cause of my dad

Jihoon:
But he was hurting you and it was too much.

Me:
This is my business, Jihoon. Please, don't interfere.

Jihoon:
Ugh fine, whatever, take care and also see you next school year.

And that is if I'm going back to school.

The money I earn from being a barista wasn't enough. I've been struggling financially for the passed few months although I've been working two part-time jobs already.