I WAS MADE FOR YOU

CHAPTER - 11

I woke up to the sound of an enraged Taehyun and his stepfather stammering at things I couldn't make a word out of from downstairs.

Eileen was pleading desperately to stop the two males from more arguments which could possibly turn into a fight.

"Honey, please stop."

"I do all of these for you Taehyun-ah."

After my worried footsteps ran out of the bedroom and to the corridor, I peeked down at what chaos was erupting in the living room.

I gasped out a shocked and worried air when I saw Taehyun holding onto a piece of broken wooden door in his bloody fist and red splinters on his knuckles that ooze out drops of blood, an area of his stance was stained with the deep red.

"I am doing this so that you'll have no distraction at all Taehyun, can't you see that?" My stepfather had this scared look on his face which turned dismayed when his own son sneered and scorned at his words.

Taehyun scoffed at his father's reason, and then chortled with sarcasm and hurt strong in his laughter which died just seconds later.
"You're not discarding him." His steps towards his father were bold and legibly fearless. "He is with me, he will be with me, and if you try to take him away by force father." The word father was bit out with such coldness that my stepfather shuddered visibly at that "I won't hesitate to use all my power to discard you out of this place too."

Eileen was truly in distress while the two had this staring like Taehyun was a predator who is snarling close to his food, his prey, his own father.

"You cannot discard me, I'm your own father." He wanted his voice to be as ordering as his own son's but the fear was tangled inbetween his sentences.

Taehyun scoffed another smirk out, making his father probably palpitate at that instant. "I'm sure I said that word to you when you left me back then at the market father." His whole presence biting cold which even led his father to froze "You had this same look on your face too when you let go of my hand and I had to search for my mother in that crowded place, crying for help." His words were unapologetic "Was I not your own son too father?"

There was a silence, vigorously overpowered by Taehyun himself to the point that it had his father's eyes crouching downward all the way to the floor, not daring to meet up his eyes with his son's.

A big lump of saliva was gulped heavily by Taehyun when he threw the remaining door piece that he was holding down the floor, the thrashing sound making each and everyone on the house jump.

Taehyun then stumped his way up the staircase, up and up until his eyes now settled on my barefoot. He elevated his eyes towards my own eyes as slow as ever, as if he was afraid to show himself this way.

"Taehyun." I called softly, in the most fragile way like I was afraid to break him by my voice "What happened?" My voice shivered not out of fear, but out of heartbreak, it broke my heart to see his hands that now dripped red liquid off from his knuckles, leaving the scarlet blood trailing as he walked towards me.

"Everything will be fine. I will fight for you." His strong sharp chin rested heavily on my left shoulder, the weight was so burdenful that I thought his whole body weight was on me at that time. It might have been the weight of his tired soul.

My shivering hands snaked their way around his small waist, engulfing him in a deep yet loose hug. I was afraid to hurt him, it would kill me to hurt him.

I ignore to notice the eyes that's glaring and piercing through my bones from downstairs. I know what they are thinking and the most sour faces they will wear, but all I could be afraid of was if Taehyun was okay, if Taehyun will be alright, if I make Taehyun feel safe.