why (yoonmin)

chapter 4

M.Y.

I stood I front of the front door mulling my head over and over for the words to use:
'Take all the money I've saved so far and never contact me again!'
'I'm leaving forever, please don't look for me.'

None of them perfectly fit how I felt about the situation, sad.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, open, as always. It was only ever locked when I was there. It was dark within the house, no lights on anywhere within eyesight. I look in the kitchen, turning all the lights on as I went, no one was there, but their usual set was. They were in the house somewhere and I had to go look for them. I closed my eyes, brought my hands to my face and tried to rub the annoyance and frustration off, it didn't work.

Their room, living room, back room, office, all empty. The only room left to look was, my own .

It hadn't occurred to me that they might be in there. why would they even step foot in my room? I took the first two steps of the stairs in a quiet leap and climbed the rest without a sound. Whatever they were doing I needed to catch them in the act.

The shock on their faces were both satisfying and angering .

-a few moments ago-
Standing, watching through the cracked opening of the room, they searched through the stuff. Blankets all over the floor with a hit of clothes from the dresser and closet . Desk drawer opened and empty on the Bare bed.

-now-
I stood there, my expression was grim, pissed off. I looked them in the eyes.
"What are you doing in my room, when I'm not home ?" Calm and smooth and it scared them.
They looked at each other before speaking and wiped the shock of being found from their faces.

"This is my house. I pay the bills. I'm allowed in your room wether you're here or not." dads voice was low but it trembled. Why were they so afraid? What was there to be afraid of ? Mom turned around and picked up a few items from off my bed from my desk drawer.

"Why do you have these ? " she outstretched her hard toward me. A lighter, a cigarette stick, and a small Baggie with round candy like pills in it were looking me in the eyes again for the first time in 5 years. "I'm glad we decided to go through your things . " she continued.

I stopped listening and started to walk towards her and snatched the items from her hand and threw them back onto the bed. "You may pay the bills, when you have the money to do so , but you have no right to touch my possessions that I have bought myself with my own money. "

They both took a few steps back away from me as I started walking towards them. I was in the room all the way and shut the door behind me quietly locking it. How dare they walk into my room and mess things up when I had just gotten everything neat and orderly before I left.

I haven't felt like this in a while, to rage , bloodlust. They stopped walking back when they bumped my desk causing a few things to shake and rattle before settling. And then I was calm, or so it appeared on the surface . Resting bitch face returned to its home while I reached under my mattress. I slowly pulled out a knife with brass knuckles as the handle.

I placed each finger in their respective holes in my left hand and looked up at them.
Scared and pale is how I would describe them but I couldn't care, I just wanted them out of my room and out of my life for good.

Mother was first-father was last and a puddle of blood lay underneath them soaking their clothes. I reached for my phone in my back pocket.

To ZICO :
I need a favor. Call me asap.