ONE SIDED [yoonmin]

Traumatized (1)

[Jimin's POV]

It happened again... My parents got drunk again... I hate them when they're drunk, they hit me, smash their empty bottles on my hard skull... I wish I could just die...

I have no emotions, no emotions towards anyone but my parents... the only thing I feel towards them is hatred... I feel no happiness, I feel no love, I feel no sorrow... I only feel one emotion... Hatred...

I crawl across the living room floor hoping to escape the mayhem but all I got was another hollow bottle smashed around my head... My vision began to fade as my dry eyes began to silently weep.

I woke up in the same place surrounded by broken glass and smashed up parts of our dining room table... I felt something sharp in my back as I began to sit up but I was suddenly pushed down by an unknown force shoving the sharp object deeper into my already injured back.

"Now, Now, Jimin. I'm not done with you"

I look up to find my father staring down at me holding my arms above my head with his right hand.

"Where's mother?" I ask with concern

"Doesn't matter, child, just enjoy the ride" he crept his hand down to my trousers and began to undo my belt.
I just stared at the ceiling with blank eyes knowing what was coming next, it always happened, I would always fight but I just don't have the strength for it...

My father pulled off my shirt and ripped off my trousers,

"You're such a good boy, aren't you, beautiful?"

I didn't respond, just stared hoping it'd end quickly. He literally ripped off my boxers, lifted me up and shoved himself inside me. I groaned in pain as my eyes began to flood with tears.

Thrust after thrust made it more and more painful, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die! Why did god put me in this world? Why can't life be like the old days? Like when me and my brother would go to the park or when all of us would go out to get ice cream? Why did he have to die...?

My father came inside me with one last painful thrust and left me on the floor to rot in my self hatred...

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Half an hour had passed without my knowing and I decided to get up after hearing the front door shut when my father walked his drunk ass out the apartment. I sat up slowly as the sharp object was so deep I could feel it in the back of my ribcage...

Walking to the bathroom to get the shard out my back I end up stepping on another which begins to piss me off because I'm fucking fed up with this world and it's b.s.!

After patching myself up I walk to my room to get changed and go out, but to my luck my dad just had to come back home...

He stormed into my room, noticing what I was doing he threw me on my bed stripping me off again.

"And what do you think your doing?" He yanked my hair back and bit my neck.

"GET OFF ME! I WANT TO LEAVE!" I screamed, trying hard to push him off me he grabs a pocket knife from his sleeve and brings it up to my neck,

"You ain't going anywhere Jimin " the sharp blade pressed against my skin digging deeper until I began to bleed...

Screaming for help I hear someone banging on the door shouting "THIS IS THE POLICE! GET OUT HERE NOW OR WE WILL BREAK IN!" The man called and my father quickly jumped off me sliding his knife back into his sleeve and ran to the window. Jumping out the police broke through the door and found me laying on my bed covered in blood with sweaty eyes. (My blood sweat and tears;)) anyone? Just me? I'll leave...)