100 days (Chanbaek Fanfic)

Chapter 9 - Beaten up

Baekhyun POV

I was walking along the corridor looking at my phone when someone suddenly appeared in front of me. "Oh my god!" I shouted in shock.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Baekhyun!" The person apologized. I looked up and saw a brown hair guy. He looks familiar....

"Ah! Taehyung right?" I asked when I suddenly remembered his name. He was just a classmate so I didn't recognize him at first.

"Yea, can't believe you remember me." He laughed. "Urh... Baekhyun, I need to talk to you, are you free now?" Taehyung asked and I nodded.

"Great! Follow me to somewhere more quiet." Taehyung said and I followed behind him with his two other friends.

"So... What did you want to tell me?" I asked smiling. His smile then turned into a smirk.

"Oh god, Baekhyun. You are seriously very naive." Taehyun said as he walked closer to me while I kept stepping back till I hit the lockers behind me. Ouch.

"W-what d-do you w-want?" I stammered. He leaned closer and I could feel his breathe on my face.

"I want you." He said with a smirk. I bit my lower lips and trembled. Then, he clashed his lips against mine. I sturggled but he was way stronger than me. His hands were slowly traveling down from my back to my butt. He then started caressing it and I squirmed but he tightened his grip around my wrist to prevent me from moving.

Teardrop rolled down my eyes as he continued. Memories of my father raping me played in my head. Why do I have to suffer all this again? Isn't this my new life?

He slowly unbutton the buttons as his lips still on mine. I stopped struggling, there was no point in struggling anyway. I was already used to all this.

He then pulled away and smiled, "That's better Baekhyun. It's faster for me and you if you stop squirming." By then, my lips were already bruised from his rought kissing.

He threw away the jacket I was wearing and continued to unbutton my clothes. I didn't do anything but just let my tears fall.

"STOP IT! GET YOU FUCKING HANDS OFF BAEKHYUN!" I heard someone shouting. Taehyung got off me and I turned to look. It was Chanyeol. He ran over and punched Taehyung.

Taehyung wiped the blood off the edge of his lips and smirked at Chanyeol. "Hey, don't get so worked up. Why not let's have a threesome? I don't mind sharing you know?" He said shamelessly.

Chanyeol squinted his eyes, "Bwo?!" Taehyung just laughed. "Dude, I know you like Baekhyun right? I mean, he is someone everyone wants to fuck. Look at his perky ass!"

Chanyeol had enough and punched Taehyung once again. "Seems like you don't want huh? Boys, settle him." Taehyun ordered and his two friends started beating Chanyeol up. My eyes widened at the sight.

"No! Taehyung no! Please just let Chanyeol go! You can do whatever you want to do with me!" I begged. My heart broke as I saw Chanyeol being beaten up and curling into a ball. It was all because of me. I was always the cause that people around me have to suffer.

"Sorry Baekkie but I do what I like. I beat him up first then fuck you later." Taehyung smirked.

I had no choice but to go up and try to break them. But I was pushed aside and my back hit against the lockers. Yes, it was painful but seeing the one I love getting hurt because of me hurted more. As usual, I was too weak to do anything.

Flashback of how I saw my father killing my mother in front of me replayed in my head.

Flashback

"You fucking faggot! Just die!" My father shouted as he threw me against the wall before starting to kick my stomach. I just kept crying since I was not strong enough to fight back.

At that moment, my mother came home. "Baekhyun!" She shouted the moment she stepped in. She was the only person that cared for me. She was the reason why I never commited suicide, why I was still alive. She pushed my father aside and helped me up. She always protected me from my father.

She was looking at my wounds when my father came back with a shiny metal in his hands. "Eomma!" I shouted and she turned around.

"Go die bitch!" my father shouted and pushed the knife into her stomach. I watched her fall onto the ground in front of me.

"Eomma!" I shouted as tears streamed down my face. "Aniya... Aniya.... Eomma! You can't die like this! You can't leave me!" I kneeled down beside my mother, hugging her as I cried. On the other hand, my father was laughing hysterically since he was drunk and probably on drugs as he went out of the house.

I just kept crying and watched my mother die in front of me. I was too young to even think of calling the ambulance.

"Baekhyun-ah, take care after I die. Remember that eomma.... Always.... Love you...." Her voice trailed off as her breathing stops.

End of flashback

I just sat there watching Chanyeol get beaten up while I couldn't do anything. I have to experience this all over again. Why me? Why is it always me?

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