[Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint/ Orv x Reader]

Chapter I:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

:" mom, it hurts so much "

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Note: There is mention of domestic violence, fighting, and (Y/N) will have a different name as [ Ysin]
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When dawn just broke, bright orange-yellow light shone down on the Seul area. It's still too early for anyone to wake up, but in a shabby and old house, it's time to rest.

My name is (L/N) (Y/N) a bland name with no meaning, actually it does but its meaning is much worse than I thought...

When I was 5 years old, I remember in my memory that my father was a gambling addict. He sold everything at home.

At that time, my father gambled a lot. If he plays ten games, he will lose eight of them. If he loses, he will be in a bad mood. If he's in a bad mood, he'll go out to drink. If he drank, he would come back and beat me and my mother. ..

When I was little, he didn't beat me much, usually he beat my mother. I remember that day very clearly, the day he slapped me

That night was a waning moon night, around eleven o'clock at night, my father returned drunk and penniless. I heard a few 'clicking' sounds downstairs, then I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to sleep, because only then would my father not come looking for me. My mother, who was lying next to me, heard that sound and ran downstairs to see my father's condition

After a few roars from my father came a loud crash and my mother's sobs. At that time, because I was too scared and worried about her, I did not listen to her instructions and timidly walked downstairs. Every step I took was quite noisy because the wooden floor on each step would make noise when someone stepped on it, but my father's angry roar still drowned out the sound of my footsteps.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I stood stunned in front of the living room door. That scene was unconsciously engraved in my heart. My father swung his hand and hit my mother. He raised his fist and slammed his powerful fists straight into my mother's face. My mother lay on the wooden floor and reached out in front of her but failed. My father hit my mother's arm.

After he got tired of beating, my father would stand up, use his foot to kick my mother's stomach hard, or kick my mother's chest hard. I know very well how painful that feeling is, my mother was kicked in the chest and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, but my mother still felt like she was under a spell and stupidly endured it, hoping to get my father back a little more. The one left in that man's body

The curses rang out in the dark night, the moonlight outside the window penetrated inside the house. Thanks to that dim moonlight, I could clearly see my father's face, it was like another person, his face. Grimacing, his bloodshot eyes widened, his teeth clenched together making a few small sounds