Bloodied Love

Abuse

Jisung and Felix laid next to one another lifeless and naked on the large, worn-out bed.

Those men had left, and hopefully, they left without a complaint. Because if they complained about us, we'd definitely be getting it bad today. Me and jisung didn't like it. It's terrible. Why get the special where you get to do anything you'd like, but still complain?

"Lix, when she comes down, act passed out, she'll beat you, yeah. But, if you do act past out, she'll get tired of you and move on." I started crying. Why does he always try so hard to protect me and not himself?

"No.. please, I don't want to. You will get more hurt than me. I don't want that anymore, hyung.."  I sobbed, moving closer to my brother, our cold bare skin touching as I cuddled into his malnourished chest.

"Lix, stop worrying about me. I want to protect you anyways, you're more valuable to me than anything in the world." He tried to sound brave, but I could hear the slight shakiness and worry in his voice. He wasn't sure about the outcome of both of our lives.

I sobbed into his chest as he brushed through my hair. Once he stopped, he gently pushed me away and sat up with a slight hiss.

"Are you cold? I'll go look for your clothes." He sat up limping away from the bed as he fished out for our clothes. Looking at his legs, I saw fresh, bloody cuts all around his thighs, some even at his calves.

"Hyung, sit down please you're hurt badly, I'll look for the clothes. Sit down, hyung, sit down." I quickly walked over, taking hold of his right arm.

"It's alright. I already found the clothes, cmon put them on." He handed over the large pieces of clothing we wore prior to the situation.

I watched as he pulled on each piece of clothing slowly so as to not touch his scars on his legs. Every day, all the time, he always has a cold expression. He's given up a long time ago. It's obvious. But it's also obvious he is still trying for someone, not himself, but me.

"Ohh boys~, you got me a real good payment today. It's much better than others." Mother. She slowly made her way down the creaky old stairs to the bottom of the basement, where we stood waiting for her.

"Hmm, but you obviously could have done much better performance wise." She pushed the cigarette in front of us, tapping the burnt ashes off.

"They want more reaction, they said. Not only reaction but the amount of effort you put into this. One even said you tried to fight him, Jisung?"

I looked over to my brother, who hung his head, who had the same still and emotionless expression. I noticed his fists also clenched at his sides.

"Don't have anything to say now!?" She pulled his arm aggressively, stabbing the burning cigarette into one of the red cuts made by the bad men.

"AGH!" Jisung cried, his body tensing as the burning cigar remained in the cut before it dropped to the floor.

After mother let go of his arm, he dropped to the ground, his left leg laying weakly on the floor as his bottom sat on his right calf and his hands trembled he applied pressure to the burnt skin.

I started crying. Hearing your brother scream in agony and pain caused by someone you're supposed to trust and love is one of the worst things ever.

"Why are you crying? You want to get beat, boy!?" She yelled before kicking my shin, making my fall to the ground in pain. She kept her attention directed on me, giving time for jisung to get away, but he didn't. He never did. Instead, he jumped on top of me, blocking any more of my mother's hits to make contact with my body.

"UGH! You useless piece of shit! You better move! Stop covering your brother, he needs a good beating to learn to stop being a fucking pussy!" She harshly kicked his shoulder, probably dislocating it, because the loud and pained scream my brother let out was terrible. Nearly terrifying.

"I'm useless!? We are the only ones who will EVER provide you with the money you need to survive so selfishly! With all this money you make from us, you still have a reason to nearly beat us to death! What is it that you want!?" Jisung yelled as he cried and held onto his injured shoulder.

"Selfish!? I'm selfish!? Just because I know who's more important to provide for doesn't make me selfish! I don't need to provide for the mistakes that your lowsy fathers and I created, I need to provide for the lives that REALLY matter. And I matter! I was planned by my parents! I matter. You two don't belong to any place on this earth." She yelled loudly, spitting in jisungs face as she spoke.

"I've gotten some people to get rid of you. I don't need your filthiness anymore. Nobody does. So I've done the next right thing."

"Oh yeah? What is it then, hag?"

"Hag!? You know what!? I just won't tell. But for all I know, I should tell you, is, you're not leaving this room at all. You're staying here until I get rid of you both!" She quickly walked back up the stairs, slamming the door behind her before hearing the multiple clicks of the locks.

"She's gonna kill us, isn't she?" I asked as I came to jisungs aid.

"She's not gonna kill us. She's obviously gotten someone to do it for her. Why would she want to get her clean hands dirty?" He said as he leaned his head onto the end of the dirty mattress.

So... we're going to be free soon?