Downfall || Seongjoong

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Hongjong || Seonghwa

Going back home was never my favorite part of the day. All the fighting and yelling, it always made me feel scared. I constantly tried my best to avoid my parents when I am home. I knew nothing nice would ever come out of their mouths.

But hey, at least they didn't know about the rumors going around. I can only imagine what their reactions would be. Especially mom's. Father was home most of the time, to be frank, I barely know anything about him. I never cared to ask anyways. However mom, she was always trying to find a way to criticize me. 

I get it, I was the unwanted child, a mistake from some childish hook up they both had, but why must I suffer like this? 

Maybe they don't deserve to have a child at all, but I deserve parents. One's that would be there for me when I need to. 

I shacked my head pushing these thoughts away. The harm was already done 21 years ago. I am here right now and there is nothing I can do about it. 

I softly opened the front door hoping I wouldn't cross my mother's paths but to my surprise she had been waiting by the door.. for me? Why though? She had never cared enough to welcome me by the door. She couldn't have missed me. That's impossible. 

I glanced around a little confused as I closed the door gently before saying looking at her. 

"Good afternoon mom.. Are you okay?"

I softly said before she only scoffed throwing a bunch of pictures at me. My heart instantly dropped, I was afraid to pick up on the pictures, afraid that my assumptions would be right. I softly bent down picking a picture up and immediately regretted it. 

They were the same pictures covering my locker.

"Am I okay? What part of you has ever made me feel okay Seonghwa?"

I softly stood up leaving the pictures on the floor as I sighed shutting my eyes. I knew what I would be hoping for was too much but I needed her to trust me. She is truly all I had left. 

"Mom.. Trust me.. It's edited I wouldn't cheat."

"Right and I am supposed to believe you? After three students emailed this to me? So what if it's wrong?! The whole school knows you as the dirty cheater who goes around fucking guys now!"

She yelled as she pushed me away. There we go again, she is throwing a tantrum. But what did I expect? Even my closest friends believe those stupid pictures, in what dimension would my own mother believe me?

"Mom please.. Just believe me, I haven't cheated on anyone! Why doesn't anyone believe me!?"

I yelled back, not realizing I had raised my voice until she had slapped me harshly across the face making me stumble back a little. She started screaming and cursing me out as she smashed her own furniture around. It was a typical scene: Her yelling at me, hurting me and cursing me out. However, so far, nothing has ever made so angry she physically hurt him this bad. 

That night I had blacked out. The last thing I remember was feeling a heavy vase being thrown at me from a close distance. To be frank, I would rather have passed out then went through this physical abuse conscious. 

It wasn't until hours later that I had finally regained my consciousness, my head was spinning and I felt nauseous. I didn't dare to get food though, I knew that'd anger her in the morning, I softly stood up heading to the bathroom to check my state and heal the possible wounds she could've gave me.

I knew she didn't go easy on me. So my injuries weren't news to me but was I still shocked to look at myself? Yes. 

The bruises on my body were like no other. Cuts covered my left arm, I assumed they were from the heavy vase. My hair has been messed up around, I should've known she'd tug on to hit me. And of course, my right cheek was numb, her slapping me however was nothing new.