Mistake Of that Night √ | TK

Chapter Thirteen

I would never see your face again

Does Taehyung regret saying that? Absolutely not. He, one hundred and ten percent stands on it. 

Out of all things he can tolerate, someone taking the decision of his life isn't one of them. It's unacceptable no matter what, Taehyung sighs, closes his eyes leaning against the seat of the taxi not knowing he'll get hit by the memories which were buried in the deepest corner of his brain. 

The cries echo in the room. The 15 year old Taehyung couldn't help but put his hands on his ears, eyes screwed shut as he tried to pretend as if his mother wasn't crying over his dad’s dead body. 

He tried to pretend the guards weren't threatening his mother to be the next person in line if they didn't stop from protesting. He tried to pretend his sister wasn't clinging to him as she too, tried to pretend everything was fine. 

Taehyung was still older but she? She was only eight years old. So young to know what death is, so young to come to know about the dangerous monsters that exist in this world. 

They don't know for how long they were sitting like that, hiding like that in one corner of the house, clutching to each other like— no their life did depend on it. That’s what was at stake if they even thought of intertwining in between, rocking back and forth in a way to cut out the deadly silence engulfing them. 

After what Taehyung supposes has been hours is when his mother comes up to them, face painted with tears, almost grey hair disbelieved, cuts and blood which he supposes is of both of his father and herself. 

She falls on her knees in front of them, expressions void of emotions, ashen as that of a corpse. As if she’s just breathing, not alive. 

“Eomma?” Taehyung whispers, making his little sister look up at his mother and she immediately starts crying, throwing herself on his mother. 

Taehyung slowly crawls to his mother, scared to go near her as if he’ll break her if he touches her. But then she looks up at him and gives him a weak smile, opening his other arm to welcome Tae in her embrace. 

“I'm scared eomma,” Taehyung whispers around her neck, body so weak, not stronger than a skeleton. 

“I know, I am too. We’ll break free soon, okay? We’ll get away from this torture soon” 

“We will?” the little girl looks up, hope glinting in her eyes. Taehyung bites his lips to say no, to tell that they won't. His mother has been saying that for years and yet they have never for once have been close to escaping this prison called life. 

No, not life, controlled life. When does their life belong to them anyway? He’s just a doll with strings in the hands of someone else. This life never belonged to them, always of someone else. 

“Yes, Aera. We will just hold on a little more” Aera, Taehyung’s sister nods, going back to hug her mother. Slowly slumping to sleep, too tired from crying. 

In that brief moment, her eyes make contact with Taehyung’s.

“Promise me, Tae” she clasps his hands in her own, speaking in a low whisper like even the walls had ears. 

“Promise me you’ll take care of her, promise me you’ll never let anyone else control your life if something happens to me. You’ll—” She pauses to take a deep breath, stopping her tears from falling. 

“You’ll never end up like we did, Taehyung. Make yourself a strong man my boy. Never let anyone control you, never let them do shit for you okay? The world is a monster my boy, do not trust anyone. Do not let them make decisions for you. They'll use your naive-ness and torture you. Promise me, Taehyung, you'll be your own boss. Promise me you'll make yourself strong, My boy. Promise me” The male doesn't even give it a second thought, he just nods furiously.