Painful Secrets

Chapter 2

Jeongin couldn't explain how grateful he was to the stranger .

He was able to got something to eat and drink with the money he was given which fulfilled his hunger . The jacket had managed to keep him warm . It took him probably 30 minutes to go to the nearest convenience store , 5  minutes to sit and eat and another 30 minutes to walk back to the bus stop .

He had missed the previous bus which wasn't really a problem since the people at his school were probably on it , so he had a chance of not getting spotted by someone at his school .

Once the next bus arrived , he quickly got on it .

Panic and fear settled in Jeongin's heart as he opened the door of his house before walking inside .

Unlike he expected , the house was quiet and neither his mother or father were there . Which was a bit of a relief to Jeongin .

Quietly , he went to his room . As usual , he put his bag away and changed from his uniform into a pair of white sweatpants and a loosed black hoodie . He than neatly folded the leather coat he was given and placed it in his wardrobe .

As he made his way towards his study table , he sat down on the chair , taking out his books and stationary to start working on his homework .

He had barely begun when he heard the door of his room opened and heavy footsteps walked in before the door closed .

"Jeongin" a deep voice spoke which sounded more like a whisper .

Jeongin moved his chair that now faced the person who called him .

It was his father and as always , he had an angrey look on his face .

"Yes , father?" Jeongin gulped .

"I got a call from your school," his father said kneeling down to Jeongin's height ,"saying the you skipped school. Is that true ?" 

Jeongin just kept quiet . He knew he was screwed and that there was no way to escape from what was coming next .

"Answer me"

Trembling , Jeongin slowly nodded . The second he did , a harsh slap came to his right cheek causing him to whimper . Jeongin reached a shaky hand to his cheek which was red from the hit.

"Why?"

Jeongin's mouth went dry as he couldn't find words to say . He couldn't just say the truth . If anything , he'll make his father more angry for acting pitiful and making up sob stories .

"I-I......" Jeongin stuttered , his mind going blank .

He heard his father sighed in frustration and Jeongin knew it was surely because of his stuttering. The next thing his father did was grab a fistful of his hair and force him off the chair , throwing him on the floor .

Jeongin could hear the muffled voice of his father yelling something but Jeongin couldn't figure out what it was since he was covering his ears to block out the noise .

Jeongin didn't know when he had picked it ; probably between the yelling , because his father , now , had a belt in his hands .

Without warning , the man flicked his wrist backwards and sharply forwards . Jeongin let out a painful cry as the belt hit his body . It was just one hit and it was so merciliess . Jeongin could feel the pain spread in his backas he curled up on the floor , whimpering .

Jeongin didn't know how many times his father had whipped him before he was satisfied and felt as though his son was disciplined , but he always managed to find out by counting the scars on his body that matched up with his bruises and wounds .

"We have a guest coming tonight . I want you to dress up in the clothes I'll ask the maids to send to your room . And," his father squatted down to Jeongin's height and grabbed him by his jaw , forcing him to face him ," you just wait and see what will happen if you screw anything up."

Jeongin could only nod in response .

Then , wordlessly , his father left the room .

Trembling , Jeongin got up from the floor , wiping his tears of his cheeks and with his hands . 

All he could remember was slipping into his bed to give rest to exhausted , bruised and skinny body . His body was aching from the new scars that were given to him earlier and he made no effort in seeing how bad they were knowing that they would look worse then he would expect. He had no aid kit nor experience on how to use it to make the scars stop hurting so all he could so was lay down and fall into sleeping hoping that the pain would be gone when he woke up .