Hanahaki Disease || 𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒗𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒆

T h r e e

I can't get him to me...I don't wanna trust him..it'll just lead me to..his trap. Does he even care about me? How I feel..?

I arrived at my house and waved goodbye to Chan. His apartment was pretty close to mines which I've never seen.

I took out my keys and stepped inside. I knelt down to untie my black converse and hurried to my room. Failed once again. My dad called me with a loud ass groan. I flinched making my eyes squint shut. My hands went sweaty, so did my face. My heart raced and so did my pulse.

I stood there in front of him while he was sitting down in the sofa. Cans of beers still scattered everywhere. I was anxious. But I should be used to this...right?

My dad got up in a second and pushed me. Gladly I didn't fall. I looked at my feet with my head hanging low not wanting to look at his ugly ass face. I felt a strong sting on my cheek. It burned.

"Why didn't you clean the fucking cans on the floor." He said in a tone that scared me every time.

I don't know if I was mute, or I just couldn't say anything...

Your useless Jeongin...your not worth anything in this world...

My mind won't shut up. I needed to speak.

"LISTEN WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU MUTE FUCKING BITCH!" He growled. I wish I had covered my ears. I'm very sensitive. Or I was just weak.

I tried forming a word out my mouth, I couldn't. It's like my voice got taken or disappeared. He once again slapped me. I fell to the floor wincing in pain. He kept kicking me. Punching me. More bruises formed throughout my body. It hurts...make it stop.

...

I was laying all helpless in the ground in the living room. I slowly opened my eyes. I tried getting up but flinched. Everything hurts. My stomach, arms, and legs. Especially my face. I couldn't call for help so I helped myself, even if it was painful. I sat in the couch with my head thrown back and my hand placed in my stomach. I stayed there for a couple of minutes, and started going through my thoughts.

At least he didn't go further...what if he comes back? Why haven't I tried contacting the police...oh right...my dad would probably murder me, abuse me, and- no..not rape...he wouldn't go that far. Would he?

A tear slid down my face with bruises. I had school the next day. How will I be able to cover all this. My parents would get mad if I don't go.

I got up from the couch barley standing straight. I head to my room slowly. No one's home. I continued my painful journey to my room. I took out the first aid kit to bandage my entire body. Not actually. Hopefully Chan won't ask what happened.

I changed my clothes. Tank top, it was quite short, and some shorts to sleep in. I rested my head and stared at the ceiling. I slowly closed my eyes shut till everything went dark.

...

It was morning. The sun rose up birds chirping and singing. Annoying.

I got up forgetting about yesterday. I felt a needle in my body. I tried not to think about it.

Fuck...where the hell are my hoodies? Did I really use all of them up? I didn't do the laundry-

I face palmed myself, but regretting after my bruise on my face started to hurt again. I had a cropped fluffy sweater, but it revealed a slight bit of my bruised stomach. Great. I mean. It's not like everyone would care.

I took off my short tank top replaced it with my cropped cloudy sweater. It seemed brand new since I never wore it. My parents thought it was ugly...and that it didn't suit me, and maybe someone else would look good in it.