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father

father/ˈfɑːðə/ nounnoun: father; plural noun: fathers; noun: Father; noun: Father of the Church; plural noun: Fathers of the Church; plural noun: Fathers; plural noun: Church Fathers1. a man in relation to his child or children."Margaret's father died at an early age"

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"well my full name is jung hoseok i was born in gwangju i have a older sister named Jung Jiwoo we get along well you would to shes a really nice person, my mom too i don't know my father ummm what else my favorite colour is is green and i love dancing"

i nod as i realize how much we have in common hoseok seemed the kind of person to not know how is feels to have a parent that's not there my mom died when i was five due to cancer and ever since then all my dad did was drink and hurt me i was always scared to go home knowing he would not give me mercy

soon our food came and we started eating i never had strawberry shortcake but it was so good hoseok looked like he was also enjoying it

"do you like it?" hoseok asked and i nodded "thats good you must try my moms her strawberry short cake is really good" he started smiling wide as he was talking about his mother how i wish my mother was still here i nodded

after we ate hoseok paid for our order and we walked out the cafe' " ill walk you home its kind of late lets go" i nodded and we started walking to my house well more like me and hoseok was following me "thank you for coming with me" he said looking down at me well smiling this boy sure smiles a lot how could someone smile so much while living in this dreadful  world

hoseok does not talk for the rest of the time and soon we reach my house i turned to hoseok "i guess we are her okay siamese ill see you tomorrow bye bye enjoy your sleep" he started walking away well waving his hand i turned to the steps of my porch dreading the pain i am about to fell

 i put my hand on my door nob to open it and face my drunk father i turned the nob walking in "where the fuck have you been you bitch"my drunk father grabbed my hair slaming me into the wall well having a bottle of his drink in his hand

"HUH TALK YOU BITCH you know what your just like your mother why were you born with a mouth if you cant  even talk to be honest WHY WERE YOU BORN IN THE FIRST PLACE" he shouted as he slapped me so hard in my face causing my lip and nose to bleed he pushes me to the floor and kicks me in the stomach tears falling out my eyes well i whimper he stops and breaths heavy and just looks at me "go make me food you slut"

he leaves to the living room and sits on the chair watching some show that i hated always all it did was make fun of people who were born different just like me i get up slowly not trying to hurt myself even more