Daydream | Mind Games Duet | Book One

A Dead End

It didn't take long to stop by a random atm and get back to your father's house. The sound of breaking glass and cursing could be heard as soon as you stepped in the door.

You didn't make your presence known, instead just followed the sounds to your father's bedroom to see the room trashed.

"Stupid bitch, after all I did for you." If you couldn't already smell the liquor seeping from his pores throughout the room then his slurred mumbling told everyone how wasted the man was.

Pathetic.

"At least Sooyoung could cook, ungrateful whore." Your ears perked up at the mention of your mother. Your father had never talked about her and always threw a fit when you'd ask about her. You stiffened when he turned away from his reflection in the broken mirror above the dresser to face you, twisted smirk on his lips.

"Took you long enough, now where's...where's my fucking money?" You watched him sway on unsteady legs from the doorway, teetering a little too far to the left and landing in a heap on the bed.

"This is my money, my hard earned money that I'm graciously going to let you drink away, father." You crossed your arms with the envelope of money handing from your fingers tauntingly. It was moments like this where you thought of your mother.

Had she dealt with this same behavior? The drinking, verbal, and physical abuse. Or maybe he had been someone worthy of love once upon a time, someone who had been kind and even gentle.

Did she love him? Had you just been an unwanted surprise or had your parents once really had something before he ran off with your aunt, Snatching you away from the only love you'd ever known until Hoseok.

Whatever the case, she'd definitely been the lucky one. Whether it was by choice or her unfortunate fate, she'd been able to escape the evil that slithered around inside this man's soul.

"You're my fucking kid, or at least that's what the test said. Now give it 'ere!" He motioned you over, growling low when you made no attempt to move.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Gimme the fucking...fucking money!" His inebriation was hitting its peak, words becoming more slurred, lids drooping. "Repeat yourself. You can't hurt me anymore, I'm not a child." It was liberating, the adrenaline fueling your bravery helping to relieve the weight on your shoulders.

The guilt, the sadness, the pain that had been buried behind the walls you'd erected so long ago round your emotions was suddenly washed away as you watched the shock flash through your father's eyes.

"If I'd known you'd grown a pair one day I would've just left you there to rot with the bitch, been nothing but a waste of my fucking time anyway," The confusion on your face made him laugh. The alcohol had made him numb and loose lipped, your father didn't have the little voice of his subconscious to tell him he should keep his mouth shut.

"Yea, that's right. I killed her, she was worth more dead than alive anyway and her sister was a better fuck. Win-win for me, don't you think?"

The laugh that stumbled out of his throat was loud in the quiet house as he stumbled to his feet. "Not so smug now are you? Oh no did I...did I hurt your feelings Y/N? My poor baby girl."

Before you could think about it you heard the loud crack and watched his face jerk to the left before his body followed.

You were panting, the rage filling you was building and al you could think about was wrapping your hands around his throat. But unlike the sad excuse of a man in front of you, your conscience told you the police would find your DNA under his fingernails when you tackled him. You would be the last person to see him alive and your alibi was at his parents house.