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K I M J E N N I E

I ran like there was no tomorrow, I had no idea where I was. I was familiar with some things in the area but wasn't to sure to distinguish where I was.

I kept walking until I notice where I brought myself, my mother's graveyard. I walked to my mom's stone, I fell onto my knees while I was sobbing.

"Noona!" I heard someone calling me but I ignored it, suddenly I felt myself being pulled away from my mother's stone and right into someone's arm.

Wiping my tears away, I pushed myself off of that person. "Kookie?.." I whispered as he nodded and pulled me back into a hug.

"It's okay to cry noona, there's no need to be strong all the time. Mianhae, I didn't know what you were going through.." He's hand softly went through my hair as he started singing.

He knew that I would calm down when he would sing, his voice  soothing. It reminded me of my mom, and how she sing me to sleep when ever he would come home drunk.

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Eomma and I were sitting on the couch watching tv waiting for Appa, it was one of those days were he would come home late from a meeting. The door slammed open causing me to cut my thoughts off.

"Why the fuck are you guys here!" He shouted at us.

"A-Appa? Why are you yelling at us...." I cried in my mom's arm as he walked towards us. He pulled my mom apart from me and pushed her onto the ground.

"You bitch! I hate you! Why did I even marry someone like you when I could've married a much better woman!" He grabbed her hair and slapped her.

My hands were shaking, tears were falling from my eyes. I quickly ran towards Eomma to protect her but he grabbed me and kicked me.

"Don't hit her!" Eomma yelled as Appa smirked at her comment.

"I will make you regret saying that and marrying me!" He grabbed her hair and slammed her on the ground multiple times.

"Appa stop! You're hurting Eomma!" I pushed him away but he grabbed the vase and threw it at my back.

"Jennie!" Eomma shouted, bawling her eyes out. I was losing my conscious, I couldn't focus on anything. The next thing you know, I past out.

The next day I had a scar at the middle of my back, I was furious at my dads actions.

Everyday got worse, until one day he hurt her so bad when I wasn't home. I was across the street from the house until I heard screaming. I saw Eomma running front the house to the street with bruises.

"Eomma!" I screamed as she ran across the street from my dad. Suddenly a car came from the other direction, going directly for my mom. Not even slowing down, the car hit her and sped off.

I looked at the licensee plate, and immediately recognized the car.