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chaerji : haunting you

published august 7, 2024. 5654 words
au
tw: domestic violence (infrequent) and small description of gore/beating
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chaeryeong pov.

A sudden thud from the other side of the house jolted me awake, something, like a pot or a pan, inside a cabinet. To be completely honest, my faded brain couldn't confirm.

The rolling paper tonight amplified my head with the notion it'll wipe the pain clean.

This is immeasurable and will haunt me for another decade, all caused by my girlfriend of three years.

She was my high school sweetheart, my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. Despite that, she flipped to insanity.

It got so bad that I started feeling she might hurt me, and that feeling came true.

I kicked her out, my now ex, no matter how much she begged to stay and make things right. That night, she laid her hands on me out of rage. I can recall every single word and action exchanged, replaying in the back of my mind.

"Please," she softly mumbled, holding my rosy cheek. "Please? Don't do this to me. You know I love you, to the bottom of my heart." She followed my gaze even though I didn't connect. "You're all I have, you're my world."

"Stop it, Yeji." I nudged her contact off. "We're better off apart than together, and I can't stand you inside my home any longer. I want you to leave, and that's final."

"You're breaking up with me after all we've done? Kicking me out?" She closed the distance between us, my back colliding into the wall until she sealed the gap.

"Yes, and I regret everything we had. If only I'd know how fucked up you turned out to be," I scoffed, making eye contact with her for what I hoped was the last time. "You need to go, Yeji. Seriously."

Her jaw tensed as she looked at me with sad-puppy eyes that quickly turned to daggers. Her reaction switched to violence as she secured a grip around my throat, unable to take my order as the answer.

I won't leave.

My pussy trembled like her choke was kinky, and it wasn't. She left strangle marks after a rough night of sex before, but this was negative stifling.

When she pressed her fingers into my skin, it felt like she was tightening a vice around my neck, squeezing until something popped.

I grabbed her wrists and tapped on her hand, trying to knock it off. "Yeji," I breathed, my hearing cut short from the clenching.

"You're not gonna fucking kick me out!" she screamed, releasing me and throwing a punch at the wall, creating a disturbing dent.

I let out a shriek, alarms ringing in my head. I must've been seconds away from my mouth leaking blood while I lay on the ground any second. I sobbed quietly, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Me? Your girlfriend? Fuck that, okay?" She gripped my jaw and pressed her lips firmly against mine, a salty teardrop sneaking into our touch. "You're all mine. I can't leave you," she chuckled.

I cry when I see the hole in the wall and think of the suffocation. To distract myself, I try to focus on something joyful, but the first thing that comes to mind is Yeji.

I miss my lover's affection, so I try to remember her touch and kisses, but the only one that stands out is the forced kiss.

I was lucky the pressure lasted only a few seconds, but it didn't end there. I had to threaten to call the police if she didn't leave.

So, eventually, she did.

Yeji and I were on an arguing streak—nonstop talking, threats, and complaints. Our current way of communicating hurt me deeply; I despised it so much. I was done and wanted to end things civilly, but I never thought she would take it to such an extreme.