Purpose

Two

"Ya! JuMin! Come here!" My father yells as I stand over the sink washing the dishes.... Well glasses he has used.

"Yes, Appa?" I ask as I walk in to the living room to see him laid across the couch with his right hand hanging over the side with a beer bottle in hand. With the other hand down his pants.

"Ya! This bottle! What's wrong with it?" He yells as he waves the bottle in the air.

"I don't know." I answer not sure what he means.

The bottle goes flying in the air hitting the wall and shattering. "It's fucking empty. Bring me another one you worthless whore." He hisses.

"Nae." I sigh with my head hanging low. Walking back in to the kitchen, heading for the fridge.

Opening it, the bright light shines on to my face in the dark.
Nothing sits in the fridge. But a old pizza box, milk, eggs and bread. No beer in sight.
"Appa there is no more beer!" I shout hoping he hear me. But the other half praying that he doesn't.

"Then go buy some! The beer won't buy it's self."

"I don't have any money."

"Ya! Come here!" He yells. The anger in his voice booms through the air.

I quickly walk back in to the living room. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask. Deep down praying that I make it through the night untouched. But that's a false hope. Not even God himself would be able to save me even if he wanted to.

"Knees now!" He shouts, spit flying out of his mouth, as he sits up in the couch.

I walk in front if him. Siting on my knees as he asked if me. "Nae."

He grabs the back of my head by my hair pulling it back slightly. "Y-you know you look so much like your mouther?" He chuckles as his face gets closer to mine. "It's a shame you are a whore like her too." He roughly kisses me. And I gag in the process of his lips moving on mine. "She is beautiful. But that mouth of yours it's uses for so much more, don't you think?" He smirks before his tongue darts in my mouth.

Hot tears rolling down my cheeks as he picks me up off the floor. Throwing me in the couch.

He begins to unbuckle his belt. At that very moment I know I'm in trouble.

"Please don't let him do this God. Please~" I cry to myself.
He climbs on top of me. His hot breath trails against my neck. The stench of beer and cigarettes laced in his breath.

Knock knock

"Fuck!" He hisses as he climbs off of me.

And I sigh of relief.

"Open the damn door GooHi!" My uncle knocks on the door. I can tell by his voice. It's always a relief to have him come here. He saves me a lot of trouble.

"Go open the door for Hoya." My step father sits back on the couch.

I hurry to the door. "Uncle HoYa! I'm so happy to see you." I smile as I open the door.

"Same to you princess. How have you been?" He asks as he walks in.

"I have been better."

"Better than nothing, right? Have you eaten yet?"

"Ani." I answer as we walk in to the living room.

"My beer I still want beer I buy me some so here, $20. Go and come back." GooHi hands me money.

"Here buy yourself some food too." Uncle HoYa hands me $50.

"Thank you." I slightly bow.

"Hurry before it gets late." Uncle HoYa pats my head and gestures towards the door.