Falling for you... (A Taehyung fanfic)

🔘Chapter Two🔘

Since that day my father not only found every reason to hit me or yell and scream at me but some days he didn't need a reason at all. He would beat me until he was satisfied or to where he could tell I wasn't getting up for a while. Sometimes he wouldn't stop until he saw blood.

One night I came home from school really late, it was around 10:00 and I was certain that my father would be asleep. I came in the back door and went upstairs, when I had made it into my room and shut the door as quietly as possible. I let a sigh of relief, but I guess I sighed too soon because as soon as I set my stuff down by my desk the door flew open and I turned to see my father already lunging at me. I had no time to move or prepare myself. He slammed into me and I landed on the ground hitting my head on something hard on the way down. I blacked out from the pain in my head and my body. Everywhere his fist hit my brain was reminded there was barely healed wounds still there. The amount of pain killers I went through was astounding. I'm pretty sure the guy at the drug store thought I was a druggie. I couldn't get out of bed for days. I got emails from my teachers asking if I was coming to class. I just sent a email out that I had the flu and would be out for a few more days that I would catch up when I got back.

Turns out I never went back...

When I was able to get out of bed my parents decided to go on a family shopping trip. Weird right? I couldn't say no so I got dressed in something that covered everything so no questions were asked. When we were at the shopping mall I wanted to get this really nice looking coat because the winter months were coming. I wondered a little away to ask the women outside of the shop how much the coat on display would be. She answered and my hope dropped all the way to the floor, $250.99. No way was I getting that. Then I guess my father noticed that I wasn't with them because I heard my name being called and I turned to see my father walking towards me looking very pissed off.

That's when it started...

My father walked up and roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me back to where my mother was. I stood there and didn't look at anything. I stared at the ground, I didn't dare look at his face. Apparently that pissed him off more because his hand reached out and pushed my chin up making my head snap back. I didn't cry out in pain cause that would draw attention and add to his fury. I guess when he didn't get the response he wanted he decided he'd get it another way. He pushed me forward and told me to walk in front of him. I did as I was told and started walking. He grabbed me by my hair to stop me from walking when he wanted to go into 'Spencer's'. He walked around and picked up some weird looking device and showed it took my mother. Then he looked at me and said, "Here do you want this for your own pleasure cause no one would want to touch a fat, ugly skank like you?" I stepped back and shook my head, no.

Big mistake..

He grabbed me and pulled me up to his face by the collar of my shirt. He started speaking through grit teeth. Telling me I had no right to tell him 'no'. I stood there taking it and watching from the corner of my eye as people started to leave the area we were in. Since I didn't say or do anything that made him even madder. He hit me in the head again and again. "Are you stupid? Are you dumb?" He was yelling this in my face, in my ear. My ears started to ring. He pushed me and I fell into a rack behind me. I fell to the floor along with everything on the rack. "Look what you did! Pick it up! You worthless piece of shit!!" He was still yelling. He leaned down and punched my side. I cried out in pain. I didn't mean to but there's only so much a person can take. He then kicked me and kicked over and over. I looked up and my mother was not there. Once again my mother has left me to fend for myself. I felt another kick hit my side, along with the kick I felt a snap. I knew something was wrong immediately because it became 10 times harder to breathe. The pain was almost unbearable he kept kicking and kicking. I thought; "I'm going to die." I didn't though. I wanted death to come so badly. There was shouts heard from the doorway of the shop. I looked up to see that a women who walked away earlier had gotten a security guard. Right before I black out I seen the guard restrain my father. He was yelling and cursing all the while still trying to kick me. "I'll kill you!!! I'll fucking murder you!!!! You shouldn't be able to live!!!!" He yelled and yelled. As soon as the women came to my side and was talking to me I blacked out. The last thing I heard was my fathers yells and the women putting a comforting warm hand on my head and whispering, "The ambulance is coming sweetheart. Hang in there."
I couldn't get one thought out of my head:

Where was my mother?