The house was silent as it usually was, except for the loud noise that had just woken me up.
I checked the clock and frowned. Half past two in the morning.
All of the servants would be asleep and security was outside, not in.
We had no pets.
What was that noise?
It had to be Mom. Maybe she'd fallen from her aerial hoop again. I hope she's not hurt.
Clambering out of my massive queen-size bed, I shivered when my feet hit the freezing marble floor, the small pitter-patter of my tiny feet echoing eerily throughout the creepily silent mansion that was my house since conception.
It felt like a decade-long walk to my mother's studio but upon reaching it, I was puzzled to see she was nowhere to be found.
Her silks, hoops, and other things were completely and utterly still, almost as if they were holding their breath. She hadn't been here for hours.
I made the journey to her room (it had been separate from my father's for quite some time) but she wasn't there either.
It took my little child self about half an hour before I finally thought to check my father's study.
He never actually used it to get work done at home to try and spend time with us, he only used it for when there was an event here that he needed to host but still had to get things done. On the rare occasions when he was here, I would often see him bringing women into the room for business deals.
It started to concern me about a year ago but Mom had put me at ease, assuring me with a look I couldn't understand that those women were just there for business deals and Dad was away so often to make us money so we could keep our house and all our nice things.
That night had been the first night I realized I hated my house and all our nice things,
I'd wanted to tell my dad that we didn't need them and that it would just be a nice thing if he could please come home because I couldn't even remember what he looked like.
But he was never home for me to tell him and my mother had always stopped me before I had the chance to call.
'You don't want to be ungrateful,' she said.
When I reached my father's study, I immediately registered a metallic, iron scent that I'd never smelled before.
I could see my mother's dainty feet, identical to mine lying out from behind the desk like she'd passed out.
I panicked, sure she'd hit her head and gone unconscious, but when I ran to check, what I found was so much worse.
A gun clutched in her hand, a chunk blown out of her head and brain matter splattered on every surface.
It was eighteen hours before someone found us and I hadn't moved once.
They say to love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
My mother may have hit and yelled at me sometimes but she did love me and I loved her.
To have that love taken away?
That's hell.
The only way to survive is to become the devil.
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Broken Promise | Monsta X Jooheon
Fanfiction•To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven• Promise Keshan doesn't want to think. Not about her mother's suicide or the four men who violated her that night when she was just a little girl or Jiho, who left her without a word right when she needed h...
