It Started Out With A Kiss || taekook ff

Chapter Ten

A/N: I don't know why the second half of this chapter was deleted but I rewrote it and hopefully that makes the next few chapters make more sense lol

"Why do I even keep you around, Taehyung?" His father shouted before slapping his son on the cheek, leaving a red handprint.

Taehyung looked at his father in shock. "Father, please. I didn't do it!" 

"Bullshit!" His father spat. Taehyung took a step back, he could feel his whole body quaking. He had never seen his father so angry. "You are the reason she's dead!"

Taehyung could smell the alcohol on his father's tongue. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he tried to hold it all in, trying to not show weakness. "I wasn't even there, how could I have led to her death?"

Another slap.

Taehyung felt his sore cheek. He couldn't figure out why his father blamed him. He took another step back, only to find himself at the top of the staircase. His heart was racing.

"If you hadn't been throwing a fit about how much you wanted a birthday cake, she wouldn't have had to run out and get one. Her going out for you is the reason why that train hit her. All because you wanted a fucking birthday cake." His father was pointing a finger at Taehyung's chest, digging into his skin with his sharp nails.

"I'm sorry, father, I'm so sorr-" Taehyung cried as he felt another slap, this one with enough force to knock him off balance. Taehyung felt the effects of gravity as he rolled down the steps, feeling his body hit every single step on the way down. He hit the tile floor at the bottom, feeling it's cold breath on his skin.

He heard his father's familiar footsteps walking down the stairs, approaching him. He wanted to crawl away, but he couldn't find any more strength within him. The tears he had been trying so hard to hold in had finally started to fall.

"Was it worth it, Taehyung? Huh?" He heard the muffled sounds of his father's voice, before feeling a strong pain in his stomach.

"I miss mom too." Taehyung managed to whisper before he felt another blow to the stomach, sending him into a black abyss.

Taehyung bolted up straight in bed. He was dripping in sweat, and his heart was racing. He took his hand to his face to wipe the sweat off when he felt wetness on his cheeks. He had been crying again. He jumped in his bed again at a sharp jolt of thunder and lightning outside of his window.

Taehyung sighed deeply before he looked at his alarm clock. 2:24 AM. He knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight. His nightmares would keep him awake. Plus, the brewing storm outside only brought more nightmares along. Bad memories. Taehyung grabbed his phone off of his nightstand before unlocking it, seeing a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: When are you available to work on this stupid ass project?

Taehyung groaned. He had completely forgotten about the project. That just made his heart race even more at the thought of being alone in a room with Jungkook.

    Taehyung: I can meet whenever you want. Just let me know when and where.

Taehyung set his phone back on the nightstand before tucking his knees close to his chest. He was still shaking a little, from his nightmare and the storm. He wish he could pull out a magic wand and just make it all disappear.

He found himself wondering how somebody can measure another person's worth. Clearly, his father didn't consider Taehyung to be of much value, given the damage he has caused his own son over the years.