'One Miserable death life'
DONT READ IT IF THE READER IS UNDER THE 16-18 AND NEVER READ IT IF YOUR SENSITIVE.
THIS STORY HAS SU*CIDE ATTEMPTS, SELF-H*RM, AB*SE, SLIGHT OF SMUT, ETC.
When you hit the age 9 life became a hell prison.
Y/N turned VERY...
TW: Abuse, daddy issues, abusive alcoholic dad, swearing, assasination, mention of blood, agression, etc.
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the best way to read this story is in dark mode and charter font.
I'm not doing this chapter for fun, i'm doing this type of topic to tell you guys that life is different and that to tell you all that this isnt funny at all.
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-What Y/N Is wearing now. With black panties
Her uniform. Without the bag and glasses.
________________(Y/N POV)________________ At Home 21:48 _________________________________________
I just got home from my busy school. I came late at home, im supposed to be home at 19:10 but i just forgot the track of time. I first took a deep breath before entering the house.
Jungwon and Ni-Ki must be outside with their friends. And i'm never allowed to go outside till its night time because i'm an FUCKING GIRLLL!!! like always.
I went to my upstairs room seeing my dad standing right infront of the door. I knew that my worst nightmare is starting again.
He pulled me onto the ground, unbuckling his pants. His belt in his hands ready to beat the guacamoli out of me.
"AHHH!!" I screamed when hell already started. His strength is really strong that my body still feels that feeling after days. "I TOLD YOU MANY FUCKING TIMES MAKE YOUR SENSES COME TOGETHER..." I got beaten up so badly by my dad that I started to get bruises.
"I'm...S-sorry...dad..." I apologized, even though I know that he wont accept my apologies. "WHY ARE WHERE YOU EVEN BORNED!?!?" He continued with kicking me on the floor. "YOUR ADOPTED. YOU ARE NOT CHILD." His words really hurts even though he's drunk.
I have to ignore his words that my body doesn't take over my own life. I want to die just to see their reaction of my death.
I felt his hand clutched my wrists dragging me to the living-room on the white wooden floor. He lowered himself on me me, chocking me with his hands on my throat. "I CANT BREATH, I CANT BREATH LET ME GO." I moved my legs under him uncontrollably, kicking him. My hands on his struggling to release his tight clutch on my throat.
My dad removed his pants off, leaving himself in his boxers and wet work-uniform. "NOOO!!" I screamed out. He re-placed one hand from my throat, to tracing my inner thighs. He teared my panties and upper uniform. I began to hit him harder but i failed again. He took his boxers off. He chocked me up mercilessly.
I looked to the right looking for something to hit him with. "SHIT!!" He groaned, touching his cheeks. i hitted him with a glass bottle. And i stabbed him in the stomach.
