My Story ✔️

30ㅣGet Out!

"Um... Hello... Welcome home...." I gulp in fear, "Father".

He looks around behind me. At least, my friends aren't in the line of sight. "What the hell is this? Who said you could move into this fucking whore house?"

My left hand holds my right arm, as I look away from him not meeting his eyes. "I had no choice in the matter," I say in a soft voice.

"Where is that whore?!" He grit his teeth making me wince when he yells.

I look down, holding my arms tight. "She's been gone since my schooling started".

He huff with a smirk. "So that hoe is out there fucking more guys again. Huh, I wouldn't be surprised if there were women too. That little slut has no restraint".

Anger starts boiling in my stomach. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother. It's just... she can get antsy with me. Bringing up the past is one of the worst thing she told me when she's being sarcastic. But, she hasn't done it in a long time since we moved here. I'm really glad. But, this asshat here always pisses me off. "I would advise you to not use that type of tone and language in this house please".

"I can speak to you as I please and do to you as I please," he bangs the side of his fist against the doorway.

This time, I have the courage to look in his eyes. No matter how much I've hated this man, I could never get myself to kill him. It's not the first time I took someone's life but one of these days, he's going to get what he deserves. "No you can't. This is not your home! How long have you been gone, huh?! How was your affairs going?!"

I stands up proud. "My business is booming. I don't expect you to understand what business is. Oh what. You do. Just not legal businesses," he smirks.

I'm official a time bomb gone off. "That's not what I meant! How many affairs have you had since you were gone? Once a week? All days of the week?!"

He slaps my face, my body stands still as my head swings to the side. "Don't talk to me that way you little ungrateful bitch".

I turn my head to glare at him. "I said you can't use that type of language in this house!"

He pushes pass me, making me stumble back. He goes straight to the living room. Oh no. I pivot running to him. But, it's too late.

"(Y/N) get your ass over here!" He yells.

I wince. "I'm dead inside," I whisper to myself. "Coming!"

When I enter the room, my friends look all confused. "Who are these people? What are they doing in my house?"

I swell with anger inside but I have to suppress it. Plus, I don't want them to see the real side of me. Using guys to get what I want. Striving for more power. Wearing thick makeup to mask true myself. I was a disgusting girl. I know that now. If I didn't, I would be here. Be here with people I call my friends. "These people are my friends," I whisper looking away.

From the corner of my eye, all of them are astonished at my behaviour. It's out of character for them to see me like this. Being pathetic and useless. But if I blow up then I will lose them.

"I didn't know you could make friends?" He snarls.

Hoseok stands up proudly. "Of course she can".