My Hero (Kaisoo)

~Kyungsoo's POV~

As I started to wake up from the sound of my alarm clock, I shuffled to the other side of my bed, to turn off the snooze button. I opened an eye, covering the rest of my face with the covers, and turned to the direction of the small window that was in the corner of my room.

My left eye felt dazed for a second, from the view of the sunlight that reflected to the window, and onto my eyes. As I started to open my right eye slowly, my eyes felt a burning sensation arising, since they were trying to dilate their selves to form a perfect vision from the blurriness that was disturbing my eye sight.

When I curled my body into a ball, my whole body felt sore from all the bruises I had from school. I winced from the stinging sensation that I felt from my wrist. As I took a quick glance at my wrist, it became bruised, dislocated, but not to the point to where it was broken.

I let out a small groan, not wanting to get up from my bed to go to school. I rolled over my small bed and started hearing loud movements that were coming from the room next to mine. I closed my eyes tightly and my ears with the palm of my hands, trying to block out all the noises that came from there.

When I opened my eyes once again and tried to ignore the noises. I stood up from my bed, feeling light headed from all the strength that it took me to get out from bed. I started carefully stretching, trying not to disrupt the bruises that were all over my body. I tilted and turned my head to face the alarm clock that was sitting on top of my small cabinet.

It was 7:20, and the bus comes at 7:35. As I suddenly realized and let the time sink in my head, I rushed out of my room quickly, and closed the door from my room behind me. I heard loud moans, and throbbing coming from my father's room in the hallway. I started to feel my face forming a frown filled with disgust as I heard the woman's moans continuously coming out of her mouth.

Ever since my mother had died two years ago, my father has been having sex with numerous amounts of women. He would bring them home to have sex with them, and leaving them after he got tired of seeing their faces.

He use to go after certain women, but now, it's just any women that he comes across of He pays them a fair amount, leaving us sometimes to barely have some money for ourselves. It got to the point to where I had to get a part time job to maintain the household.

A couple of years ago, he decided to start gambling and drinking. He went to the doctor's about his pain on his pancreas area, but it was caused by his drinking addiction. After he found out it was due to his drinking habits, he started to drink less, but when he got drunk, it got worse every time. He would often start beating me, become possessive, insult me, and destroy things around the house.

After pushing my thoughts away, I started walking towards the small hallway and into the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth. In the process, I splashed warm water across my face, trying to make the drowsiness go away from my face. As I felt the warm water dripping down my face, I looked at the foggy mirror for a second, and started having flashbacks of my mother.

She was smiling at me with the most brightest smile I've ever seen someone have on their face, just for me. I miss her so much. I felt my eyes getting a bit teary at the thought of her. I got the towel from the hanger behind me and started drying my face.

As I started walking back to my room, I started taking out my uniform from my closet and started dressing myself. I took the comb that was inside my small cabinet drawer in the corner of my room, and started combing my hair, so it would stay in place. I gathered my backpack and held a few textbooks and notebooks in my hands, since I didn't have enough time to insert them into my backpack.