Miracles in December (kaisoo Mpreg)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

(Miracles in December)

One, two, three, four, five! I scream in my head as I wait for the pain to ease.

Hit!

I count again as I feel the sting build all over my entire back.

Father always discipline me if I did something wrong. Five hits with the belt was enough to punish me. Pain was what made me better. That's what he always said.

Hit!

My third is the worse yet. My eyes are shut and as I count, the only thing on my mind is the shy smile of Kyungsoo when I call him a cute pet name.

Hit!

I can feel the cuts burning from the belt. My new cuts overlapping the old ones. The last time father hit me was two weeks ago.

Hit!

The screaming coming from my voice is enough not to hear my father scream at me, telling me that disobeying his commands are what caused my punishments.

"Next time come on time to do what you are told to do." My father is done putting his belt back on his waist.

Wiping the sweat of my forehead and slipping my hair back, I get up and go to the restroom. I strip myself naked and go on the shower.

The water stings my back and I grip the wails so I don't scream in pain and wake my parents up. I wouldn't want any more trouble then what I really am.

Saturday night turn into a nightmare. Mrs. Do had invited me for lunch, the usual day that I would do most of the chores. But I thought that it would be fine to go spend it at her house and forget about home- like I usually do.

I was going to stay minimum three hours but those three hours turn to five. When I got home, my parents and Taemin had gotten home from his soccer match. They're eyes could kill me with their looks.

Turning off the water, I grab a towel and put it on my waist. I throw the clothes into the dirty pile and open the door of my room. As I pass the halls, I notice Taemin's door is open unlike how it is.

"I'm sorry." Taemin was standing inside my room, holding a picture of Kyungsoo's and I picture that I had taken of us when I had updated my Facebook.

"Where did you get that picture?" I snatch the photo from him and put it next to my history book.

"It doesn't matter. I just want to say I'm sorry for what our father did to you." He shakes his head. He looks angry but I don't buy it.

His always been the favorite. That I understand. But what I don't understand is why they have to make me suffer? Am I really their maid? Is that how they really see me? A maid and not a son. In their eyes they only have one son. I'm trash. Filthy trash.

"Your apologizes doesn't help me at all. If you excuse me, I have to study so that I can keep my GPA up."

"Can see your back?" He ignores me and stands behind me.

I can hear his gasps as I grab clothes to wear. It was still four in the afternoon so it wasn't use to wear pajamas.

"What has he done to you? He's a monster." His face is horrified, his eyes watery.

"It's too late. Your tears mean nothing to me. When I turn eighteen I'm going to leave this hellish house. You and those persons you call parents." Pushing Taemin out of my room and closing the door, I fall to the ground. My tears run all the way from my neck to my chest.