Miracles in December (kaisoo Mpreg)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

(Miracles in December)

Kai's POV:

After Kyungsoo had left my room, my father had enter my room angry. I whimper as I pleaded to god to not let my father hit me once again.

"What were you guys doing in your room?" He asks angrily. His hand was in his hip while the other was in his neck.

"Homework. We were just doing homework," I say exhausted.

"Really? Because your blankets are all wrinkled and he left too early with out saying a proper goodbye." His tone getting slightly angrier then before.

"I-I," I couldn't form any words because I couldn't figure out what to say that wouldn't give away the truth.

"Huh? Answer me !" My father pushes me to bed.

I whimper as my leg hits the edge of the bed. The pain is so unbearable to the the other bruise had gotten when I had fallen from dancing.

"No son of mine is going to date another guy! Understand me." He yells to my face, his face inches from mine.

"Why do you care! It's my life. It doesn't hurt you in anyway," I yell at him bitterly.

Father grabs me from the collar of my shirt and throws me to floor. I land on the floor with a thud. I close my eyes as the pain from my back arises.

"You don't talk your father like that!" He takes his belt off angrily while I prepare myself for more pain. I just hope he doesn't make that obvious that I got hit.

"This will show you to not talk back to your father." He, with a strong grip, flips me so that my stomach is touching the floor and my back is bare for him to do as he pleases.

Three seconds pass and I feel the first hit come as hard as it always does. Then the fourth or fifth are much better because then my body becomes numb and I don't have to suffer anymore but it still stings.

"Please, stop," I cried out to him but he doesn't seem to hear me. Is like he loves to hurt me and see me hurt. He doesn't have a heart for me so why care that I like a boy.

Or is it because he's homophobic? Ugh. I hate him so much. How much can I stand to live with him? I always ask my self this but no matter how much I argue with myself, my own self won't let me go somewhere else.

But one of these days I know that I am going to break. I'm just happy that if that day happens, I won't be homeless and I have a nice friend that will let me live with him.

Chanyeol. My life savior. The one who does anything and goes to any extend to make me safe and happy. The only thing he can't do is making my father from hitting me making me not miserable.

My father has prohibit him from coming to my house. He slowly takes my happiness away. But what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. Kyungsoo is my source of happiness. And if takes for me to take Kyungsoo away from my house sovthat my dad doesn't take my happiness away then so be it.

"Wash up because you have to work in under one hour." I had forgotten that he was still hitting me. I guess Kyungsoo takes me away from my miserable life inside my house.

I turn around to see him putting his belt away. He had grin and I bet that was because he was pleased with how he hit me.

"Anything else?" I sarcastically say to him. In which I should have not said anything because the next that comes to my face is his punches.

His wedding ring had cut through my eyebrow and the last thing I heard before I went to unconscious was the high pitch sigh that came from Taemin.