To Be Loved... (BOOK 1)

Destruction

I slowly opened the front door to Jisung's house only to hear screaming from the kitchen.

"How could we let this happen?" His mom yelled. My only guess is that he told them the truth.

"You made me feel like I could never be who I wanted. I always had to be what you wanted. I can't do this anymore!" Jisung yelled back.

"If you want to be a fucking embarrassment, then so be it!" His dad interjected. "Pack your shit and get out. How dare you think you even have a place here with that filth in your brain!"

"Filth in my brain? I just drove home drunk off my fucking ass from a party at one in the morning, absolutely heartbroken, and all you care about is the fact that I'm gay?" Jisung was standing his ground and I was so proud of him.

"Is that where you go almost every night? This boy's house?" His mom asked, outwardly disgusted.

"Yeah, because at least he loved me!" By the end of his sentence, his voice started to get shaky. "You've made me believe for so long that no one would ever want me. Well, he did! I see that now, but it's too late. You've been stuck in my head, you ruined my life!"

"You ruined your own life when you chose to be gay. It's pitiful." His dad spat out.

"Then I guess you never need to worry about your disappointment of a son again then, right? Since I'm so disgusting to you. Well, you're disgusting to me." After that, I heard a loud slap.

"Talk to me like that again and I'll make sure you won't be able to speak." His dad raised his voice to the highest volume he possibly could. "You got that?" I felt a lump in my throat as I tried not to cry. I wish I could do something, but he doesn't even know I'm in the house. I was hoping everyone would be asleep and he'd just be in his room, but this is so much worse.

"You don't have the fucking guts." I could hear the smirk in his voice. He was playing with fire. It's almost like he was asking for a death wish.

"That's it!" I immediately heard a loud bang. It sounded like his dad pinned him against the wall. "No son of mine is going to be fucking gay. You have ruined your life, you have embarrassed us, and you have no business being in this family. Ever since you were little, I regretted the day you were born. Every day I curse God for not making you like your brother. Instead, me and your mother got a weak, pathetic little brat who likes men." The banging was repetitive at that point. Each sound only made the pit in my stomach grow larger. "Who made you like this, huh? Certainly wasn't me or your mother. Was it that fucking loser, Hyunjin? His fucking parents don't love him either, his mom tells us all the time. You'd think you would've known better because of them. Was he your fucking boyfriend?" It was silent. I was afraid to find out if Jisung was even conscious at that point. "Answer me!"

"Minho." He strained. "His name is Minho," He laughed just enough to get under his dad's skin more than he already was, "and I fucking love him."

At that point, I felt like I had heard enough. I snuck upstairs as they were still going back and forth, then ran into his room.

"Hang in there, Ji." I found a duffel bag and a backpack in his closet, then started stuffing it with everything he had. He didn't have much due to his parents not taking care of him and having to fend for himself. I put all the clothes in the duffel bag and everything else in his backpack. I needed to make sure he never needed to come back here again.

Once I felt like he was all packed, I snuck back downstairs. The timing was perfect; his parents went back into the living room to watch TV. I bit my lip, trying to keep my emotions in check as I saw Jisung lying still on the ground. I walked over to him and shook him lightly, but I knew I couldn't say a word. He was beaten badly and I knew it would only look worse in the morning. I got so scared to the point where I had to check his pulse; he wasn't waking up. My last resort was punching him in the stomach. His eyes flew up and he immediately winced in pain. He slightly jumped as he saw me leaning over him so I put my finger over my lips, telling him to be quiet. He nodded and took my hand.