"you done?" he asked me as i nodded
now im wearing one of his shirts and his damn boxers down
i felt my cheeks burning
"wait for me imma take a bath for a second." he said as he disappeard from my sight before i agree
i walked into his bed laying down and look at my body.
scars
bruises
cuts
are all around my body, a tear came out from my eyes remembering what my father did to me.
i hate him.
YOU ARE READING
stoplight; parkjimin
Truyện Ngắn(written by pchyng, also known as aasterin.) "ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?" in which you met him in the street while running. [lowercase intended.]
