Lee Minho X Reader
Angst
Plot: Your boyfriend has been beating you, so you made your escape from your flat and ran to your best friend for help.
TW: Domestic violence!
If you are in this kind of environment, then please read with caution and please try and seek help.
There are people out there who are willing to help.
First Person
I kept the bedroom locked shut as my boyfriend was banging and kicking against the wood, shouting awful things no one ever wanted to hear.
"If you don't open this door right now! You will regret it!"
I still didn't move from my spot. My knees were bruised from being dragged along the carpet.
I had a black eye from when he threw an empty alcohol bottle at me a few days ago and cuts all over my body. These were just a few hours old when he threw punches at me, and I was trying to defend myself.
I was frightened, and I failed at protecting myself.
The truth is that it has been happening for a few months, but I have never opened up to anyone or sought help.
I hid the pain I went through for months, and I lied to my friends and family. I always told them that I tipped over and fell or that the next-door neighbor's cat scratched me.
Our neighbor doesn't have a cat.
I was ashamed of what people said about me.
The banging and kicking stopped—pure silence. I kept staring at the door, waiting for something terrible to happen again, but it didn't.
He must have passed out. He is always this violent with me, even more so when he has been drinking.
I wanted to escape and run for cover before I got hurt or dead. But every time I tried to escape, he would grab me before I even exited the front door.
I am grabbing ahold of the sides of the dresser next to me, pulling my fragile body off the ground.
Every mark he left has made my body weak. I couldn't correctly walk without stumbling over or my body collapsing on the floor from exhaustion.
I limped over to the door before carefully twisting the handle open. Peering down the stairs and into the living room, where he was passed out on the couch with another beer bottle in his hand.
The front door was literally down the stairs and slightly to the left. The trouble is that the living room is only a few feet away.
This was my last chance to leave, and I was determined to make it out of there.
I quickly averted back into the bedroom. I hobbled over to the nightstand, grabbing my phone and bag. I am going to get out of here even if I have to leave everything behind.
I picked up the front door key before exiting the room, carefully shutting the door behind me. I slowly made my way down the stairs, holding onto the railing.
Of course, one of the floorboards creaked, making him stir in his sleep; I continued my way down, only to tumble off the last step, hitting the floor with a thud.
"What the"
I quickly got up and unlocked the door soon, flinging it open.
"GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!"
