numb. hvc

[2]

   you walked through your living room kicking off your shoes. you were back home and that fact felt like a stab in your heart.

  "mother, I'm home." you called. you didn't get a reply though which meant that she must have fallen asleep on the couch again.

   sighing, you raked your fingers through your hair and turned to head to your room. however, you were stopped when you heard a knock on your front door.

   when you answered the front door you were met with someone that you definitely thought you'd never ever see at your house causing your eyes to widen. it was hansol. he, for whatever reason was knocking on your door.

  "w-what are you doing here?" you asked. you were still slightly shaken up from how rudely he treated you this morning.

  "i could ask you the same thing." he said harshly.

  "i... i live here." you simply said.

   now it was hansols turn to look at you with widened eyes. how could you live here? it just made no sense. especially with the reason why he came over here. it just didn't add up.

  you were getting ready to ask for a second time what he was doing here when you were pushed away from the door by none other than your step-father.

  "ahh hansol! I've been expecting you!" he said with a sinister smile on his face. "please come in." he finished.

  hansol hesitantly entered your house stealing a quick glance at you then looking back at your step-father.

  "y/n will you just leave. why are you just standing there?" your step-father raised his voice at you.

   hansol looked slightly surprised when your step-father spoke in such a rude manner to you.

   you obeyed though and turned to walk up the stairs to your room. only you didn't reach your room. instead you sat high enough on the stairs so your step-father and hansol wouldn't see you but low enough so you could hear what they were talking about .

  "do you have it?" hansol asked seeming jittery and impatient.

  "yes my boy, why wouldn't i?" your step-father said with a laugh. "do you have the money?" he asked in return.

  "of course i have it." hansol replied.

   then you witnessed the most shocking thing ever. hansol handed your step-father a bunch of money in return for heroin. hansol bought drugs from your step-father. hansol does heroin. why would he do that? how big of an idiot is he?

  'is this why his smile disappeared?' you thought.

  after the exchange hansol left and your step-father went back to doing whatever he was busy with before hansol arrived.

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wow this is the worst short story ever. i apologise in advance if you're, for whatever reason, reading this lol