Am I Crazy?

Can I poison you?

Jisung

"Where the hell have you been boy!?" My father shouted at me as I entered the house. "It takes time to walk home father." I replied snarkily. "Always have to talk back." My father grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me towards him. "You should be lucky to even have a father let alone have a roof over your head."

My father pushed me back with force and I fell against the hard cold floor, and I heard him laugh and it echoed through the house as he walked away. "I was expecting a lot worse." I mumbled to myself.

I got up slowly as pain shot through my back luckily, I was used to pain by now. I picked my bag up off the floor and made my way upstairs, it has only been an hour and I was already missing Minho. There were only a few days left until I would be left alone while my father went away on his business trip, and I can't get any more excited.

I decided to do my homework while I was still in the mood because sooner or later my father will be yelling at me to make supper, so I still have at least a few hours before then.

It had gotten cloudy while I was walking back home from school, and I could tell it was going to rain any time. Rainy cloudy days are the ones I enjoy the most call me crazy, but I like the gloominess of them I guess you could say it goes well with my personality. Deep down I'm lonely and sad but on the outside, I try to be who I think I should be...happy.

Minho makes me happy and that's how I want to believe myself to be, I haven't wanted to even hurt myself in a while now and I owe it to Minho. In all honesty though I owe a lot to Felix too my best friend and I miss him. I haven't talked to him in a while I assume he is busy with his volunteer work and other stuff; he had mentioned he was back in town and for good.

After about half an hour or so I heard the pitter pater of rain falling against the window and it was actually soothing. The rain made doing my homework go a lot smoother and I was genuinely glad to be doing it.

Last subject was my worst... math and when am I ever going to use this shit in my daily life just like the teacher drills it into our heads every day. Luckily, I'm actually smart and unlike all of them other assholes thinking I won't make it in high school my teachers are very impressed despite my attendance.

When the day comes, they will be shocked and surprised to see me up there on the stage graduating with them. Fuck I'll be surprised myself.

"Han Jisung! Get your ass down here." My father yelled from the bottom of the steps. I closed my notebook and shoved my math book aside slinging my legs over the edge of my bed and letting my feet touch the cold floor.

As I walked downstairs taking each step as slowly as possible which I know will make my father angry. "About fucking time." My father said through gritted teeth as he was going through paperwork or some shit. "You rang?" I spoke.

He looked up from his papers and glared at me, "As you know I will be leaving in a few days for a business trip for two weeks. I will have someone keeping an eye on the place while I'm gone just so you know. So don't think you can pull any shenanigans while I'm gone." "So, I'm going to have a babysitter?" I asked. "If you want to put it that way. Someone will be watching you go to school and coming home from school and will be watching the house every hour."

So, he's treating me like a fucking child, I guess I didn't expect anything less. This will make some things slightly harder to get Minho and some alone time with him. I'm sure he's smart and will help figure out a way.

"Now go make my fucking supper I'm starving. Better not be spicy either." My father snapped at me. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen.

Supper coming right up my dear father... extra hot just how you like it.