Dangerous | Vmin short story

Dark Past

Oh she's sweet but a pyscho

Jimin

30th December, 2018

Hoseok? The guy who lived next door when i was 10? When all of that happened?

I always hated him. How can he stay happy all of the time? Taehyung even though he told you the story, he missed few details.

My father was a drunkard. He used to beat the shit out of my mother but Hoseok would not know that since my father acted as if he was in love with my mother when he was sober and whenever people were around. I always knew that was an act but my mother couldn't let go of him since she loved him. She had two jobs just to run the house where as my father would just drink and waste his time at home.

Can you imagine Taehyung, how awful it is when your mother tells you to lock yourself in room? When you hear your mother screaming? When at night you can not sleep but hear the rumbling of furniture, breaking of glass and you can trace every move your drunk father makes?

That is how i lived. I felt helpless. I was just a kid and wanted nothing but to help my mother.

One day while I sat on couch watching a movie with my mother late at night, we heard him come. With slurred and mumbling sounds he made his way inside. My mom quickly sent me to my room because we both knew it was going to be a long night. That's when it started.

BANG

One hit and a cry of help by my mother.

BANG

Second hit and again a scream muffled by pillow.

BANG

Third hit and no sound.

Silence.

Slowly i unlocked my door and headed towards the stairs. My heart throbbed too fast that I was afraid it would jump out of my rib cage. I peeped down into the room and the scene i saw is still drilled in my memory. My mother's cold and stiff body lay on the carpet in the pool of blood. My father sat on his knees crying silently with his hands on his face. I don't know what came upon me and in my fury I grabbed the closest thing from my room and ran down the stairs. The knife. The knife i held hidden well behind my back, i put a hand on my father's shoulder that felt so cold. He turned his face back and that's when i stabbed him in the stomach twice. His eyes shone with disbelief. This was the man who killed my mother. He deserved this. That was the first time I ever felt satisfied over someone's murder.

When i was sure he was dead, i cleaned my finger prints from the knife and rushed up to my room, locked and sat in the dark corner, mourning the death of my mother.

When the police arrived and asked me questions, I stayed quiet. Never did I utter a word. They suspected my father killed my mother but with the regret he killed himself.

I was sent off to my aunt where i counted my days until i could live on my own and that Taehyung is my history.

STOP LISTENING TO OTHERS AND TRUST ME KIM TAEHYUNG!