your number one fan ; chanbaek [completed]

chapter nine

Baekhyun

I begged Chanyeol to let me walk home since it wasn't that far away from the arcade. It was hard, but it worked. He had to live his idol life and I had to live my own life as well.

I took a deep breathe, before opening the door to my house. I saw my father passed out drunk on the couch.

Now was my chance.

I fast walked to the stairs. Being careful not to wake him. When I got to the stairs I sprinted into my room.

Though, I was looking behind my shoulder. I didn't expect to collide into a door.

"What the.." I rubbed my head.

"Boy are you back?!" I heard my father shout from downstairs.

"Yes, I got you a door. It's only because I didn't want to see your worthless, and ugly face." My fathers words were slurred from the alcohol.

"Thank you?" I said in a questioning tone. "Oh! And it's for so I don't have to hear your cries of pain for when my buddies come here later to rape you." I could basically feel my father smirk.

"W-what?" My lip quivered at his words.

"Yes. Don't make me repeat myself. There coming later." My father stopped to take a drink of his beer.

"D-Dad?" I said in a small voice, "What?!" His harsh voice answered from down the stairs.

"W-Why do y-you do th-this to me?" I said in between cries. He smirked, coming towards me.

"Because life was better with just Baekbeom. Now, I just have a waste of space that I want gone for good. And I love seeing you suffer." He spit on me, before going back down the stairs and drinking more.

I silently cried to myself. I went into my room, shut the door and locked it.

"Ugh! Why does this happen to me?!" I gripped the sides of my head as I sobbed into my knees.

I was curled up into a ball onto my bed, my back facing the wall.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to contain my tears but they wouldn't stop flowing from my eyes.

"Stop crying Baek, it doesn't help." I whispered to myself. I furiously wiped my tears away.

I saw something shiny on my dresser.

My blade. My friend.

I hesitated before getting up, and slowly walking towards my dresser to pick it up.

I picked it up and twirled in between my index finger and middle finger. I took it in my left hand, before roughly slicing my wrist.

I sucked in a sharp breathe, but then exhaled as I did it again.

"Cutting yourself eh?" I heard my fathers voice at the door way. I looked up at him, with glossy eyes.

"Y-Yes." I stutters out. He smirked at me.

"Well, my buddies are here. So put that down and clean up your arm. There expecting a show."

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Tbh idk if I have the heart to write the next chapter