satyriasis /vkook/

7

Taehyung was used to his dad being a dick.

After almost thirteen years of having to put up with and four of those years having to do it alone, he was used to him.

But he could never get used to the painful and degrading things he yells.

He never could get used to how he would put his hands on him like he was a stranger on the streets and not his own son.

How can someone bring someone else into the world but treat them like shit?

Taehyung's dad's fist connects firmly him his jaw sending him stumbling backwards.

   "Stand up! Stop being a little bitch!" He screamed.

Taehyung did his best to stand up only to be pushed back so harshly that he loses his balance and hits the floor.

Taehyung's father undoes his belt watching as Taehyung helplessly tries to get away.

   "You're not my son." He says taking the belt off and wrapping it around his fist. "I'd never raise such a shiftless piece of shit."

Taehyung doesn't see the belt but he feels it immediately when it stings his skin.

   "Appa please~"

   "No!" His dad yells kicking Taehyung harshly. "You're not my son! You're nothing but a worthless whore! That's all you're good for isn't! Fucking around in other people's beds you faggot!"

Taehyung holds himself tightly but he can't avoid his father's hard blows.

   "Please stop." Taehyung cries but it's useless.

His father's foot swiftly connects with Taehyung's mouth and he instantly feels the blood pool there.

His dad finally stops.

He always stops when the blood starts.

   "It's your fault." His father says grabbing Taehyung forcefully by the hair making him looking into his lifeless eyes. "You drove your mother crazy and now she's gone. And now you're driving me crazy too."

Taehyung falls to the ground when his father releases him, not having the energy to do anything but lie there as his father continues his rant.

His dad disappears up the stairs after a while leaving Taehyung in a pool of his own blood and broken glass.

Taehyung pulls himself up with every ounce of strength he has, which is hardly any.

The tears he feels like crying don't come out as looks around and sees the mess.

His father has torn the pictures from the frames around the house and torn them again. Taehyung doesn't think he can tape them together again.

Taehyung's entire body feels numb as he drags himself out of the house.

He pulls out his phone to call Hoseok.

The screen is cracked but he doesn't care.

It's not late, only seven o'clock, so hopefully Hobi can save him like he usually does.

   "Hey Tae now isn't really a good time. My parents are having company over and they've already scolded me twice for using my phone." Hoseok answers.

Taehyung clears his throat. "I'm sorry Hobi. I-I'll c-call you later."

  "What's wrong Tae?" Hoseok asks.

  "It's o-okay I'm fine." Taehyung says feeling himself starting to break down.

   "Are you sure?" Hoseok asks.