ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ┆|| ┆ni-ki

~twenty eight~

Eunha quietly walked into the kitchen, her eyes still glued to her phone as she absentmindedly scrolled through messages. Her fingers tapped at the screen, typing a reply to Hana before she placed the phone down on the counter.

As she poured herself a glass of water, her mind wandered back to him.

The way he said her name, how he looked at her like he had known her for years. But how did he even know her name? Eunha couldn't remember ever mentioning it.

The whole thing felt off, like something didn't quite add up, but it still made her heart flutter.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the one voice she really didn't want to deal with.

"What are you doing in here?"

Eunha froze, gripping her glass tighter before slowly turning to face her mom, who was standing by the kitchen door with that usual look of annoyance etched onto her face.

"Just drinking water." Eunha muttered, keeping her voice low. She already knew how this would go.

"And why is it taking you so long to drink a simple cup of water?" her mom spat, stepping forward. "You're wasting time again, aren't you?"

"I'm not—" Eunha started to explain, but her mom cut her off.

"Or are you getting distracted by that phone again?" Her mom's eyes narrowed as she glanced over at the device on the counter. Without warning, she grabbed it.

"No. I wasn't. I was just—" Eunha's words were cut off again as her mom's face twisted into anger.

"It doesn't look like you were just drinking water." her mom hissed. "And don't you dare talk back to me!"

Before Eunha could say anything else, her mom raised the phone and slammed it against the kitchen floor. The sound of the screen shattering filled the room.

Her chest tightened as her eyes widened in shock. She could see the pieces of glass scattered across the tiles, her heart sinking deeper and deeper with each second.

She put her hand over her mouth, feeling the sting of tears threatening to fall. Her mom just stood there, looking at the broken phone like it was no big deal, like it was Eunha's fault.

"You're such a mess. Look at this. All you care about is that stupid phone." Her mom sneered.

Eunha's mind was spinning. She wanted to scream, to yell at her mom, to tell her how unfair it all was. But her throat tightened, and no words came out.

Instead, she just stood there, staring at the pieces of her broken phone, feeling like a piece of her was shattered along with it.

Just then, the door opened, and her dad walked into the kitchen, his expression confused as he looked between Eunha and her mom.

"What's going on in here?" he asked, his eyes shifting from the broken phone on the floor to the look on Eunha's face.

For a moment, Eunha thought maybe, just maybe, he'd see what really happened.

But her mom was quicker. "Eunha broke her phone by mistake." she said smoothly. "She wasn't paying attention. You know how clumsy she can be sometimes."

Eunha's mouth fell open, but no words came out. Her mind raced, trying to come up with something, anything to say. But nothing seemed to work. The words stuck in her throat, suffocated by the disbelief she felt.

Her dad sighed, his face softening as he looked at her with disappointment. "You really need to be more careful, Eunha. These things are expensive, you know."

And just like that, the hope she had crumbled. He believed her. He believed every word her mom said without even thinking twice about it. Eunha's heart sank deeper, the weight of it pressing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe.

She bit down on her lip, fighting back the tears that were now dangerously close to spilling over. "I... I didn't—" she started, but her voice was too small, too weak to make any difference.

Her dad shook his head. "It's okay. Just be more mindful next time, alright?"

More mindful? As if this was her fault? As if she had done something wrong? The anger bubbled up inside her, but all she could do was nod, her voice trapped inside as she tried to keep it together. The tears finally spilled over, silently rolling down her cheeks as her mom turned her back to her, satisfied with the way things played out.

Her dad didn't seem to notice. He was already walking out of the kitchen, as if this wasn't even worth a second thought. As if Eunha's broken phone, and her broken heart, didn't matter.

Eunha stood there, her hands trembling as she stared at the shattered remains of her phone on the floor.

The tears kept falling, each one a reminder of how small and helpless she felt. How trapped she was in this house.

Her mom didn't even glance back at her as she left the kitchen, leaving Eunha alone with her broken phone.

Eunha slowly sank to the floor, her knees hitting the cold tiles as she let out a shaky breath.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against the pieces of her phone.

All she wanted was to escape, to run away from all of this. But she couldn't. Not yet.

Not until she found a way out.

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