My Universe

Prologue

         Soulmate is a word that brought some happiness and others pain. You were either born with one or very rarely without. You can have only one or multiple. I was born with seven. Most would say I'm lucky. But it's hard enough to find one. How am I going to find seven of them? It's easy to say I gave up on finding them long ago but a piece of me still hopes maybe one day I will find them. I was not raised in a house full of love. My parents were both born without a soul mate.( Ironic, I know.) Let's just say they were not very happy when I was born with a soulmate tattoo.

Pov. Lyra WARNING : can be a trigger to some readers (Abuse, Mentions Alcohol)

I was ten years old. I just came home from school. Father was on the couch again beer in hand. Great, he's been drinking again. I'm sure to get a beating tonight. This is not the first time I have found him like this, ever since my mom left, saying she couldn't take it anymore. I was left alone with him.

"Good your home go get me another beer." Father said. I don't say anything, I just do what I'm told. He snatches the beer out of my hand and throws his empty can at me."Throw it away before I lose my temper." I throw the beer away and start making dinner.

"Finally putting yourself to use uhh. At least you're good for something." he said. Keep cooking, it's not worth the beating you'll get if you smart off again. When I finished cooking, I went to my room to start on my homework. Not even 10 minutes later my father came barging in my room with a liquor bottle in hand.

" You piece of shit child. Can you do anything right? You're the reason your mother left. If your own mother can't love you, what makes you think other people will. You will never be loved." he said, slapping me with one hand, his bottle in the other. Just endure until he is done. He will stop eventually. He beats me black and blue but never in places that can be seen, mainly around my soulmate mark. Seven different planets on my ribcage, none which are in our universe.

Once he was done he walked away while I was still on the ground. I'm sure a couple of ribs are broken. How am I gonna hide this from Lee Know and Hyeongjun. I slowly pick myself up off the floor and stagger to my bed. I pull out the first aid kit and tend to my wounds. Wincing here and there, I patch myself up and take some meds. I will get out of here if it's the last thing I do. That was the last thought I had as I fell asleep that night.