My Delinquent|tk

4| "poor boy"

WARNING: Triggering content ahead—incest/rape

~Flashback~

Jungkook—

(a/n: I'm going to type in normal font, because I know some people, me included, get pissed off after reading in italics for forever after)

Empty beer cans and cracked bottles littered the stained carpet floor. The stench of sweat and alcohol filled the eleven year-old's nose, as he tiptoed across the living room. On the old, saggy, couch laid a sickly and gaunt looking man, snoring and grunting in his sleep. As quietly as he could, Jungkook managed to step into the cold hallway that led down to the bedrooms. The young boy's breath hitched when he heard his father groan, behind him. Adrenaline pumped in the child's blood, as he sped-walked to the room at the end of the hall. He yanked open the door, making sure to shut it as softly as he could.

After locking the door, and barricading it with a cabinet, Jungkook finally blew out a long sigh of relief. He let his bag drop to the floor, and wearily plopped onto his bed. Blindly, the young boy reached for his pillow, bringing it to his face. Isolated in his freezing room, Jungkook finally let his tears fall from his eyes. He buried his face deeper into his pillow, not allowing a single sound to emit from his lips. He can't have his father know that he was home. There was no telling what that man would do to him.

Jungkook shivered, trying to not think about the horrible things his father had done to him. He didn't want to see the man he used to look up to as a bad person. Before his mother died of cancer, his father was the best one that anyone could ever ask for. What happened to that man, now? Where did he go? The young boy continued to cry silently, screaming, yet not. What went wrong? Why? How?

Questions and overwhelming sadness bubbled inside of the child. The tears he was crying were not enough to empty him of his overbearing despair. Broken and alone. Casted away from even his closest friends. Once, he'd confessed to his best friend about what had begun happening to him. Two days later Jungkook was avoided like a pariah. Mothers would look down on him with pity and sympathy. Kids would stare at him, but never approach him. Avoiding him like the plague.

"Poor boy."

"I feel bad for him."

"If only his mother hadn't past away."

"What sane child would stay with a father like that?"

"It's only a rumor, though. No one has actual proof that he's getting raped."

"Don't tell me an eleven year-old would lie about rape!"

"No one is for sure."

What is rape? Was rape that thing his father would do to him, whenever he misbehaves? Jungkook shuddered, at the thought. He didn't want to get raped! Why is this happening to him? There were so many things that he didn't understand, but there was one thing that he knew. Whatever his father was doing wasn't right.

And the scary thing is the fact that his father is doing it anyway.

Pounding on the door, startled the boy, making him whip his head up from his pillow. Ice flowed through his veins, when the shouting started. He covered his ears with his hands, in attempt to block the harsh sounds, yet to no avail. He was stuck. There was no where to go. No one will help him, if he doesn't do something. But what could a kid, like him, do?

"Get out of the room, this instant, you little brat!" His father yelled, fist connecting with wood. "You are in big trouble when you come out, you here? You are dead meat, boy!" Jungkook pulled his knees up to his chest, and rocked back and forth on his bed. A new bout of tears streamed down his face, as he clenched his hair, not knowing what to do.