Can't Escape 3

Nine

Taehyung sat down in the lounge, his head rotating from all the memory, he met his father daily but today things felt way much weird then they were everyday.

His head kept on rotating towards a thought and constant memory of his mother affecting in the worst way possible every following day. He could hear Y/n’s pleads and cries hitting his head with every passing second.

Not being able to handle all the waves inside his head, he sat down on the sofa, giving a thought towards everything he has gone through from the beginning of his life. From the regrets he is suffering through to all the past he survived. Tears welled up inside his head as he remembered the reflection he always looked in the mirror.

“Reflection of his father in his own self.”

~*~
“Please stop, it hurts.”
A loud sound of an ugly cry covered the basement as eyes filled with tears looked at the destroyer. Little figure stood behind the door watching everything through the little creak that showed every action and distress that took inside the room. Tears welled up inside his eyes as he looked at his mom, getting lashed out every second that passed around.

“I didn’t mean to do it. Please forgive me.”
Hands joined begging to get away from the pain that came twice in a week. Soreness on her throat was a very cruel reflection to all the cries and pleads that went unheard. His father stood there blinded with all the power he held from inside the hous stood the world he lived in, he slightly took a step back with his hands wrapped around his mouth making sure none of his cries goes through the ear of the monster that came alive in the basement.

“You are supposed to love me.”
A defeated voice echoed around, still observing the hands with a thick leather belt holding it. Her hopes were all broken, but still there was no escape from it. Her ears could comprehend little hustle outside the door, with her eyes blurred out from all the tears she could still put up a figure that stood behind there crying.

Her shattered the very second, the thing she kept to herself in the dark was revealed, everything was revealed to her son who she had tried to keep out off. Her foggy mind couldn’t even anymore sense the physical that was being thrown at her as her eyes looked at the kid that stood there, trying to sink everyth in.

“Taehyung”
She whispered. Hearing his son's name, the belt stopped for a second as both of their eyes looked at the boy who had seemed to lose every bit of hope in him. Even with an aching body she stood up, opening the door holding onto her son.

He looked at her, his eyes empty and swollen. He looked at her figure, bleeding from all the slash she had suffered, to all the bruises she had covered. It was all in front of him, put in a display. Her hands cupped around his cheeks.

“Say something baby.”
Her mind feared for him, as the jolly boy she had seen had seemed to vanish the very second breaking her heart into small pieces. His emotions were the reflection of  the innocence that was so far gone, the world had already shattered before it even started, the mental ability to feel good or sense happiness had already disappeared with the day that followed by.

“Taehyung.”
Was the last following word that the mind could comprehend before everything went numb, covering him to darkness.

~*~

He tiredly moved upstairs, getting inside the room he had shared with Y/n. The darkness of the room consumed him, stating the truth that hid behind his head. He slowly turned the switch on , getting the glimpse of every corner of the room. His eyes quickly met with the figure that sat there, head rested against the wall.

Taehyung walked forward towards her taking in all the features she had, his hands lifted up caressing her head softly as he could. He quietly viewed her features, her slightly red nose with tears staining her cheeks, but somehow she seemed peaceful asleep. His eyes followed the direction of her hand which was clutched at her stomach, right at the place he had kicked her before.

He felt numb as he remembered everything he had done to her, looking at how the cheerfulness she had within her disappeared along with her pride she held. He gave deep breaths as everything took a toll on him.

He was turning into the man he didn’t like, he was becoming just like his dad. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to calm himself from the trauma he was given to the trauma he was causing her.

Standing up carefully, he held her protectively inside his arms, walking towards the bed. The dress she was on at the moment wasn’t comfortable enough. With her head resting comfortably against the pillow. He walked towards the closet getting a set of comfortable clothes, soon returning back to her.

“Y/n”.
He softly called her, trying to wake her up from the deep slumber she was in.

Y/n stirred at the sound of her name, her eyelids fluttering open to the dim light of the room. She blinked, disoriented, as her gaze slowly focused on Taehyung's face. The softness in his voice was so unfamiliar that for a moment, she wondered if she was still dreaming.

"Y/n," he repeated, his voice breaking slightly, "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…"

But the words felt hollow, even to him. His apology seemed like a fleeting breeze in the suffocating atmosphere of their reality. Y/n's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and confusion as she tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through her bruised ribs. Taehyung reached out to help her, but she instinctively recoiled, shrinking away from his touch.

His heart ached at the sight, guilt gnawing at his insides. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness, and he knew that. But the sight of her flinching away from him, as if he were a monster, made something inside him crack. He slowly backed away, giving her the space she desperately needed.

"I’ll… I’ll leave you alone," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He turned away, retreating towards the door, but Y/n’s weak voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Why, Taehyung?" Her voice was laced with pain, not just physical, but the kind that cut deep into the soul. "Why do you keep doing this to me?"

Taehyung stood frozen, his back still to her. He couldn’t bear to face her, to see the hurt in her eyes that he was responsible for. His mind raced, trying to find an answer, but all he could think of was the reflection of his father in his own actions.

"I don’t know," he finally muttered, his voice hoarse. "I don’t know how to stop."

The silence that followed was heavy, each second dragging on like an eternity. Y/n didn’t respond, and Taehyung felt the weight of his own words crushing him. He wanted to tell her that he was scared, that he hated himself for becoming the very thing he despised. But the words remained lodged in his throat, suffocated by years of repressed fear and anger.

He finally mustered the courage to look at her, his eyes meeting hers. She looked so small, so fragile, and he hated himself even more for being the cause of her pain. He had promised himself he would never be like his father, yet here he was, repeating the same cycle of abuse.

"I don’t want to hurt you anymore, Y/n," he said, his voice trembling. "But I don’t know if I can change."

Her eyes softened, just for a moment, as if she saw the broken man beneath the monster. But then the walls went up again, and she simply nodded, as if she understood that this was their reality now—one where love was buried beneath layers of pain and fear.

Taehyung slowly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He leaned against the wall outside, sliding down to the floor as tears streamed down his face. He had never felt more lost, more ashamed. The memories of his mother’s suffering intertwined with the image of Y/n’s tear-streaked face, and he was overwhelmed by the realisation that he was trapped in the same nightmare, unable to break free.

But as he sat there in the dark hallway, something stirred within him—a desperate longing for redemption, for a way to rewrite the story of his life before it was too late.

To be continued..
Hey I am really sorry for the late update, my examinations were going on so I couldn't figure out a way, it ended yesterday thankfully. So here's a new chapter.

I really can't write abusive stories like before so I hope you understand.