The Angel's Lover (Super Junior: Leeteuk)

*Let's Play

~Jinmee's P.O.V~

It had been at least a month since I'd had human contact with anyone other than Donghae and Ruki.

Going to work had become a thing of the past for me. It wasn't that I didn't want to go. I had no courage, no motivation, to get up and just go. I didn't want to risk Donghae or me getting beaten senseless for sneaking out without Ruki's permission.

And if it weren't for the stupid list of rules he created to keep us locked within the confinement of the apartment, I wouldn't have felt such guilt for keeping every Super Junior member, who desperately pleaded to be let in, in the dark about what was really going on.

I want so badly to welcome them with open arms (if I could even manage to raise them), but I can't. I can't let them know about what's being done to me. I don't want them to see the mess I've become after letting the same object of torture from my past do his worst. Most of all, I don't want to face the disappointment I'm sure to get if they ever found out.

My abuser's, also known as Ruki, appearances in mine and Donghae's life steadily increased. Along with these increasing appearances came increasingly common beatings. No spot on my skin was left unmarked by the nasty, purple color of bruises left behind by his fists' painful impact.

And I hate to say it, but I am not the only victim.

The one I had tried to protect the most, my little Donghae, was also a receiver of this unbearable pain. Despite my constant begging, I couldn't save him from the one who should unconditionally love him.

I could tell with just a glance that Donghae was just as afraid I. He was afraid of every little sound. He flinched at the slightest twitch of his father's hand. He hadn't uttered a word in front of anyone but me ever since his father showed up and locked us in our prison. Whenever a word or two did slip past his small lips, Ruki lashed out. 

Today had been no different than the last thirty.

"It would do you good to listen when I'm speaking to you," Ruki snapped from beside me after giving me a harsh pinch to my already bruised-up arm.

I quickly gave a quiet, fear-induced apology and continued picking at the food in front of me.

My appetite for anything edible had long gone on a vacation, a very lengthy one at that. I hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and I'm sure my body showed the results of my insufficient food intake. Even if I did somehow manage to eat half of a bowl of rice, it wasn't like I could keep it down for very long.

"As I was saying, I got the 'O.K' to stay longer, so you'll be deigned with my presence until I decide to go back. And if I ever want to go home, don't think you're free," he continued.

"Am I supposed to be happy about that?" I murmured.

"What did I say about back talking to me?"

I stilled in my seat, my prodding at the food before me coming to an abrupt halt. The silence at the table was deafening as I waited with bated breath for the consequence of my "back talking". It wasn't until the quietness within the room was broken by his obnoxious laugh did I release some of the built up tension in my body.

"Unless you don't mind paying the bill that comes with talking like that to me, watch your mouth,"

With that, he rose from his seat, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and collapsing onto the sofa. I could hear as he brought life to the TV and drank whatever alcoholic substance he chose.

I released a sigh of relief at making it through what could have been yet another rampage.

I got to work on wrapping up my uneaten food and placing it in the refrigerator alongside many other uneaten, wrapped dinners once the job was completed. Afterwards, I snuck pass a buzzed Ruki to check on Donghae, who I'd put to bed earlier than usual, before quietly making my way to my own room.