Cruel Revenge || taekook

chapter 16

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Tae lies on the cold, hard floor, his tears flow freely, silent pain and anguish he carries within. Each tear that falls represents a piece of his shattered heart. He cried, cried until his tears dry up, his throat tightened that he can't cry anymore. But as the tears dry up, so does his spirit, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that consumes him. The hiccups that wrack his body are a cruel reminder of the emotional turmoil he's enduring, a physical manifestation of the deep wounds inflicted by his father's callous actions.

Tae lay there, drained of all energy, the aftermath of enduring his father's brutal violence. Earlier, he had been so joyful, spending precious moments with his kookoo, creating unforgettable memories. However, his happiness was shattered once again by his own father's actions.

In the stillness of the night, Tae is paralyzed by a mix of fear and despair. The violence he has endured at the hands of his father echoes in his mind, a haunting melody of pain and betrayal. The realization that his father would stoop so low as to sacrifice his own son for the sake of business is a bitter pill to swallow for him. Tae's sense of worth and belonging in his own home has been shattered, leaving him adrift in a sea of loneliness and rejection.

He was living in this house, enduring all his father abuse and violence because he have a heart that believed in the hope of acceptance from his father.The flicker of hope that kept him going, the belief that one day his father would acknowledge him as his son, has been extinguished.

Tae is left questioning the purpose of his existence in this house that no longer feel like a home.

Tae struggles to rise from the cold floor, his legs wobbling beneath him, he clings to the walls for support. The desperation in his eyes speaks volumes, he looks at the guards in pleading eyes to help him, a plea for help that falls on deaf ears under the tyranny of his father's command that no one will help him. With sheer determination, he pushes himself up, only to falter and crash back down, the impact reverberating through the living room. A muffled scream escapes his lips, quickly stifled by his trembling hand, a futile attempt to contain the agony within, as he doesn't want his father violence to repeat.

Time seems to stretch endlessly as Tae perseveres, each attempt to stand met with the unforgiving embrace of the unforgiving floor. The cycle of rising and falling repeats. The echoes of his struggles resonate in the silence, that envelop him like a suffocating shroud.

Finally, with sheer grit and unwavering resolve, Tae manages to reach the sanctuary of his little room. The simple act of opening the door becomes a monumental task. Collapsing once more, this time at the threshold, he drags himself inside, the weight of his exhaustion pressing down upon him like a heavy stone.

As he collapses onto the unyielding bed, Tae's body trembles with the remnants of his ordeal, every muscle aching with the strain of his efforts. The room envelops him in a cocoon of silence.

His tears flowed freely, his heart heavy with the weight of his suffering. Each sob wracked his body, the anguish pouring out until his very being felt drenched in sorrow. In the solitude of his room, the sound of his weeping reverberated, a haunting melody of despair that echoed off the walls.

Suddenly, a creak pierced the silence, the faint opening of the door sending a jolt of fear through Tae's fragile frame. His heart raced, dread gripping him in its icy claws as he braced himself for the impending storm. What cruel fate awaited him this time? The mere thought of his father's presence sent shivers down his spine, a chilling reminder of the torment that loomed over him like a dark cloud.