Secretly Famous || Min Yoongi

30. Past

A/N: Hello, this is the Author speaking here. It has been a few years since i have left wattpad, meaning that i am now more mature and older, and i have come to apologize to anyone reading this story, because dear lord it is so bad. And also for this specific chapter, because I did not put a trigger warning at all when I was young and dumb, so for anyone who somehow ends up finding this fanfiction I would like to warn you that this chapter has descriptions of physical abuse and self harm so if you find those themes disturbing please do not read this chapter.

⚠️!TRIGGER WARNING!⚠️ Descriptions of physical abuse and self-harm ⚠️

Things weren't always fucked up for you.

Or at least that's what you keep on telling yourself.

Because you don't remember...or more likely because you don't want to remember.

You remember it all started when you were 5 years old, maybe even before, but you don't want to know.

You were home alone with your father. Your mother and brother were at a store or something. You were just silently watching TV, probably Tom and Jerry, while your father was sitting in the dinning room drinking.

Then all of a suddenly you heard a loud noise of glass shattering making you flinch. You looked back toward the kitchen and saw your father coming from it.

Somehow you knew something wasn't right. It was bad...very bad.

"Fuck." He kept on cursing. Once he came into the living room he noticed you sitting on the couch.

"You!" He shouted with a cold voice, making you shiver in fear.
"This is all you fault!" He said before he launched himself towards you.

You tried running away, but what was the use. You being a little kid, of course you had no chance to run away, so of course he caught you.

You started to scream, but he found a way to make you shut up. How?

He slaped you.

The man literally just slaped his own child.

"You little piece of shit! You ruin everything!" He shouted in to your face, before walking away from you.

You were shocked. But mostly you were hurt.

You didn't understand what just happened. He is suppose to be your father, so why did he hurt you.

After that you just went to bed, trying to get some sleep, but you weren't able to fall asleep.

You didn't tell anyone what happened, you were to afraid. You thought that if you tell your mother he will slap you again.

You were scared of him.

That is how everything started. Your father started drinking more and more and so the more he drank the more you got beat up. But eventually you weren't enough...And so he also started beating your brother up.

He would do stuff like slap you, pull your hair or throw you into stuff...eventually he even started using his fists.

You two were scared. You didn't dare to tell your mother because he threatened that if you did he would kill you both.

Your father was a messed up man. He didn't have a job so he would spend the days at home just drinking, while your mother went to work every day working her ass off for all of you.

Everytime she would leave you two got scared. You tried hiding, but he would always find you two. You were like toys to him. Lifeless and under his control, is what he thought of you two.