Runaway

Chapter 2: Perfection

Lee Taeyong.
A name holding so much power.
The only son of the Lee family.
The only, someone could say, heir.

He was an intimidating figure for the public.
A confident, rich, young man, admired by everyone, trained to inherite the businesses of the family.
A disciplined boy, always listening to his parents.

A hurt, scared cat.
A traumatized child.
A bruised face covered by layers and layers of make up.
A brave boy who tried to stand up for himself and got hit in return.
A perfect image destroyed behind closed doors.

Taeyong has always been rebellious in his parents' eyes, more specifically in his father's.
His mother never really paid attention to him, but Taeyong was smart enough to know that she cared for him and his well being, she was just unable to show her love towards him.
Her way of caring and expressing what she felt was to reassure him, he was going to be a great CEO and sometimes sent a... servant, as his father preferred to call them, to treat his wounds.
He knew she couldn't do anything else, she blamed her for many years about the pain he constantly received, but the more he aged the better he knew.
If he received all this mental and physical pain by himself, his mother was in a much worse state, having to deal with intense punishments, not only for her self but to take some of Taeyong's pain away too.

So yeah, Taeyong was... in good terms with his mother, not close but there was some kind of love and respect towards each other.

Then, at ten years old, his sister came.
He always protected her.
Not that his father ever tried to beat her.
It only happened once and Taeyong made a deal with his father to take her beatings too.

As the years passed, she became the perfect child, the one his father always liked to praise.
The only thing that kept him in the family was the fact that he was a boy in gender.

She soon understood the situation too and bonded with him more.
However, she always liked to stay by her fathers side, always resembling the monster beside her.

The tragic news of her death, made Teayong the substitute once again. His father didn't even spare a glance to his daughter, who casually decided to take her own life.

Taeyong, was beyond devastated, but then everything clicked for him.
The way his sister always was so careful and quiet, even was when she was treated like a princess. Her numb, emotionless eyes, covered by fake smiles, a habit everyone in the family seemed to have.
Blinded from anger, he run towards the man figure, who was supposed to be called a father and grabbed him by the collar.

"What the fuck were you doing to her!? What the fuck did you do!?"

"Tsk, tsk. Teayongie. How dare you treat your father like this."

"Answer me you asshole!"

"I didn't beat her if that's what you ask."

"Clearly you did something! No- you- didn't- no, she was your-"

"And Taeyongie? What if I did? Our deal was not to beat her eith-"

"You were her father! She was barely a teen! She was 11! How fucked up are you! You took her innocence and childhood away! You took her life! You put my mum through this too! You fucking rapist! You whore! You are a monster! A sick, twisted being who doesn't deserve anything, not even being called a human, not even a father. You don't even deserve hell! You're a monster."

These were Taeyong's words as he beat his father, screaming at him at the lounge of their house, when he felt something come in contact with his head and everything went black. Only, to wake up later with a pain taking over his whole body.

He knew.
It happened.
He knew.
He was a victim once again, but this time a victim like his sister, a victim like his mum.

He felt nothing. He just wished to die. Images flashed in his eyes.

A banging on his door, his mother screaming from outside, he felt sick to his stomach. How did this even happen, on his little sister's funeral?

Running, he made it to the bathroom just in time, puking every content in his stomach.

The door soon cracked open, and he felt a presence right behind him and soft hand touching gently his back while pulling his bangs behind.
He tensed at first soon noticing his tired mother.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I- I love you baby, I'm so sorry. It should've been me, I should have stopped this."

That's all she whispered. That's all she could say. That's all she could bare.

And before Taeyong fainted he knew this, couldn't go on.
He couldn't feel like this anymore.
He had to do something.
Something drastic.