Taehyung
Fighting
So much arguing, pain, sorrow.
I couldn't take it I just couldn't.
My dad was a drunk he hit us, when things got tough he used our money from our part time paying jobs to buy more and more toxins.
He hit my sister a lot, my mother left us.
What kinda mother is she? Huh
She left us
In a poor environment
No money
Food
No love
Nothing
I never will forgive her. I always thought that I would and maybe she'd come back and give a good reason as to why she left, but she never came back. So for that I don't care about her excuses for shit. We are fine just without you except dad, he's a no good drunk.
2:30 a.m
I remember my father coming in with a bang, yelling, but that was normal. I held onto my sister tight begging to never let go as she quivered. We pretended to sleep soundly as he normally would just leave us alone and go crash in bed.
"Get UP!" He yelled kicking at my back.
I coughed and flipped over, getting up slowly and eyed the bottle in his hand along with the other ones. "Go to bed father come on." I smiled weakly and slowly led him to bed. He obeyed. I went to wash up and splash my face with cold water as I ached feeling a hole in my chest and a sudden scream as I ran out to save my sister.
I don't remember what happened after that.
I remember blacking out and seeing my hands soaked in blood with a sharpened bottle stabbing into my fathers stomach.
Screams-
So much screaming
I felt like I couldn't stop, I just get stabbing him over and over until he dropped.
After that all I remember is running and crying in search of help.
