Remember Me

#4

-one and a half years ago-

Kyung sat crouched in the corner of his room, hugging his legs and burying his face in his arms. He was shivering. 

He was scared.

He heard glass shatter outside and his heart skipped a beat. How was he still not used to all of this? It had been more than a year now.

Then he heard it, the noise that he dreaded the most, the scream. It was his mom. She had just come back home, absolutely and utterly drunk and out of her mind. Sometimes she would enter his room and sometimes she wouldn't. He really hoped it wasn't the time she would enter 

He shut his ears to drown out the voice but not entirely because he also wanted to make sure that he was aware of where his mother was going. He heard a loud slam. She had flipped the coffee table, again. He closed his eyes and sighed. This was it.

He heard the door of his room open. He opened his eyes slowly and saw her standing at the threshold, completely wrecked. She slowly started to make her way towards him. She had a bottle in her hand. She smashed it in front of him. A few of the glass shards flew over and one cut right through his cheek. He hissed in pain. 

"You are the goddamned reason!" She screamed. He closed his eyes.

"You are the fucking reason he left us! You worthless prick," 

Kyung's eyes prickled with tears. He opened them, trying hard not to let the tears fall. His mother was about to begin another rant, but she stumbled, scratching herself from the small pieces of glass. He walked towards her and helped her up, despite her struggling and screaming and took her to her room. 

He asked her to sit down, which surprisingly she did, and he brought out the first aid box. He quickly dabbed some disinfectant on her mother's bleeding arm, and looked for any shards that might have stuck in the wound. Her mother continued with her tantrum, but eventually her volume went down and she dozed off. 

He quickly left the room, and walked out of the front door of their house. He locked the door and grabbed the keys. Putting on the hood of his hoodie, he walked out of the front porch into the darkened street. He took out his phone and texted Jiho. He decided it was time.

K: Jiho? -3:30am

He locked the phone and slid it back into his pocket. He went to the park near his house and sat on one of the swings. 

He was scared. He hated this. 

All of this was becoming too frequent and had to be stopped. He knew that tomorrow morning, his mother would wake up, forgetting everything. She wouldn't believe a word that Kyung would say because she simply wouldn't remember

He laughed bitterly thinking about how she would explain the cuts on her hand. 

What hurt him the most was that every morning, her mother would tell Kyung that she loved her, but he knew better. A drunk tongue is a true one. 

He felt the tears build up again but this time he didn't hold them back. He let them fall while he looked up at the dimly lit sky. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. He quickly fished it out and was relieved to see it was Jiho.

J: whts wrng? why u up so l8? -4:00am

Kyung smiled slightly because he could see that Jiho was sleepy, because he never omits the vowels. But now, Kyung didn't know how to respond. His hands were shaking. 

K: I need help - 4:00am

He looked at the screen and was glad to see that the *typing...* symbol appeared on Jiho's name. All of a sudden, he jerked and his phone almost fell. The phone had started ringing and he was taken aback by the sudden noise. 

It was Jiho. Kyung didn't know what to do. He didn't want to sound as if he had been crying. He tried to calm his breath. He picked it up and slowly with trembling hands, he brought it near his ear.

"H-Hi Jiho!' He tried to sound normal but failed.

"Kyung? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is everything fine? wait, Are you crying? Oh my god, where are y-"

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'm just-" he sighed. He didn't know what to say next.

"Where are you," Jiho asked slowly.

"Park, near my house." He replied.

"Stay there," said Jiho and hung up.

Within the next five minutes, Jiho showed up in front of the park on his bike. 

Kyung suddenly realized that he hadn't cleaned his own cuts and he was probably bleeding. He panicked internally. In an attempt to remove the blood, he tried to rub his hand on the cut, which caused the clot to break and the wound to bleed again. 

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

Jiho was now making his way towards him. His hair was disheveled and he still looked slightly sleepy. The moment he saw Kyung, Jiho's face showed hundred different emotions.

He gently touched his chin but asked in absolutely terrifying spite, "Who did this to you?"

Kyung sighed, "No one, Jiho," he said as he looked up at him, pleading to him silently with his eyes to sit down. But Jiho was in utter rage.

"Kyung, I asked who did this to you, Are you going to tell me or do I have to find out by myself?" 

Kyung stood up and looked into Jiho's eyes. He took a deep breath in.

"My mom." 

Jiho's eyes widened. It took him a moment to register what Kyung had just said, and when he did, he enveloped Kyung into his arms. Kyung broke down into his arms. He gave up all of his will and strength while Jiho held him tightly.

"Oh, Kyung" Jiho said, as Kyung cried and cried. Jiho gently kissed his forehead. He made him sit on the bench. 

Jiho held Kyung until he stopped crying that night.

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A/N: God I love this story. If anyone is sticking around, lemme tell you that its gonna be a hell of a ride