Beautiful Mistake [KNY x Reader]

1| { Memories } |

| Warning: Mention Of Abuse, Cuss words are being used in this chapter, blood |

If you are uncomfortable with any of these feel free to skip this chapter please do not force yourself to read this chapter!

"Get back here you little brat!" my father yelled as I hide from him "Where the fuck are you?!" my father yell once again as I hide in my closet, I heard his footsteps thudding around then they suddenly stopped then thudding was heard once again but this time it was louder I closed my mouth tightly not wanting to make a single sound  I hid behind my clothes, I was silently praying that he won't check here but sadly he did..... he sprung open my closet doors and forcefully pulled me out, his grip was tight I thought my bone would break. He threw me against the wall and blood dripped from the back of my head but that didn't satisfy my father. He punched my stomach until I spat out blood, then he grabbed a hand full of my hair and lifted me up a bit, and started to punch me in the face, once again he threw me onto the floor 

"FATHER PLEASE!! STOP IT HURTS!!" I begged him to stop but he wouldn't listen instead he stomped on my stomach, as blood escapes through my mouth he shouted 

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, huh?!" he shouted clearly angry all I did was lay there accepting the pain going through my body all I could do is cry, he then threw a few more punches and kicks, blood was everywhere in my room. My bedsheets were soaked with my own blood, blood puddles were everywhere small and big ones, blood splashed everywhere on the walls 

{ No one will help you cause they don't care about you }

"HUN PLEASE STOP SHE'S ONLY FIVE!!" my mom begged my father to stop but he just punched her instead she fell to the floor after the hit she looked at me with teary eyes then gave a weak, small, smile I couldn't help but cry even more. I hated it. I hate it when I see my mom hurt. My father continued to hit me, my mom held his right leg tightly begging for him to stop but he only got more annoyed he turned to my mom and kicked her in the face making her lose grip and letting him go, he then started to stomp on my mom's stomach making her lose conscious then he turned to me and did the same to what he did to my mother but harder, more, and worse. 

{ Do the world a favor and kill yourself }

"Mom?" I whispered looking for her since she promised to tuck me in bed. I looked around the house being careful to not bump into father,  'The only place where I haven't looked is the kitchen.' I thought to myself and made my way to the kitchen, I looked and to my horror, I saw my dad standing right in front of my mom who was basically swimming in her own puddle of blood, I looked at my father and noticed that he had a knife in his hands, the knife was covered with dark crimson red blood which belonged to my beloved mother,I closed my hand tightly with one hand and begin to walk backward slowly and ran quietly to my room, once I reached to my room I sat on my bed and hugged my pillow tightly, warm liquid runs down my cheeks, my heart ached remembering the body of my beautiful, caring, innocent, mother laying dead in her own puddle of blood, I cried even more to the thought I wanted to scream but if I did father would kill me as well 

I quickly woke up from my nightmare of a childhood, I felt my warm tears still running down my cheeks, I was sweating a lot. I wiped my sweat and tears and went back to bed.