Jeon Y/N and Jeon Sejeong, ages seventeen and nineteen, who lived abusive lives.
"Our parents, they hurt us. . ."
"Same for our aunt and uncle, they all left scars that may never be healed."
What they didn't know was that they had other family, a re...
SLAP was all I could hear. SLAP is what I hear on a daily basis before and after school. SLAP was coming from either my aunt or uncle.
It was either coming towards me or Sejeong, the slapping of course. We'd usually get a hand being the one that would be hitting us, other times it would be a stick, or even a fly swatter.
It was a daily basis for the both of us, two sisters waking up, only to be hit by our aunt or uncle, with a lot of yelling. Then they would sometimes feed us breakfast, then we would be sent to school in our uniforms. Luckily, students are allowed to wear long sleeves if they wanted to, so Sejeong and I always do, no matter what season. Then we leave for classes, only to have the end of the day come and we meet each other to walk back to Aunt Soji and Uncle Seungdok hitting us again.
They do treat us dinner, and then Sejeong and I would go to our shared bedroom to study. Sometimes, Uncle Seungdok would come in smelling like something nasty and hit Sejeong. She'd tell me to hide under the table so I wouldn't have to be hit. I feel really bad for her, so one day when I get the courage, I'll say no and get hit instead of Sejeong. After our studying sessions, we'd shower and get ready for bed, waiting for another day to come.
We would go to bed peacefully most of the time, but those times when we don't Uncle Seungdok and Aunt Soji would be fighting each other, making weird noises or actually hit one another. I don't ask why they make those weird noises, because when I asked Sejeong, she just told me they were fighting, so I just went with it.
Days like this would go on for several years, waking up to be hit, going to school, getting back to be hit, sleep, repeat.
2016
"Sejeong?" I ask, not looking up from doing my English homework.
"Yes, my dear Y/N?" she answers, "When do you think Aunt Soji and Uncle Seungdok will change?" I finally looked up at her, she was
looking at me, confused. "I mean as stop hitting us on a daily basis, or even stop arguing or stop with the loud se—"
"Uh—" she cut me off, she knew I was going to say sex, but still she doesn't like me saying these types of words. I kept looking at her, I put down my pencil in the middle of looking. Her eyes softened, answering what I was going to finish a few moments earlier, "Truthfully, I don't know Y/N. But hey, we'll get out of here as soon as I turn nineteen. Two more years Y/N," she paused, getting up from her seat to kneel next to me and grabbing my hands in hers, "Two more years,
— — — Next Day~
Sejeong POV I got up early due to the loud sound upstairs. I ignored it, and went to get ready in my school uniform and did my hair and make up-
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