Breaking Point

Part 1

As soon as I heard the front doot slam shut, I immediately slipped the diary under my bed and ran into the closet hiding from my father. I hid in the corner, cuddled in a ball.

What are you thinking Jimin? You ALWAYS hide here and you ALWAYS get found. You need to find a better hiding place.

One side knew it would result the same way of I left but the pertrified side of me told me to run and I did. I bolted out the door, and before I could even run out, there stood my father. His eyes were angry and it looked like he hadnt slept in days.

"Were doya tink your goin?"

He pointed straight at me. His breath smelt the same as usual. Exactly like Soju. I froze in my spot.

"DO YOU HEAR ME?!" He pushed me against the wall and took off his belt. "I SAID WHAT DO YOU THINK YOIR DOING?!"

At this point I broke down crying, begging him not to hit me.

"N-Nothing, Father..." I winced at his movement. "P-Please...N-Not again..."

"YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT THE FIRST TIME I ASKED!!!"

He lifted up my shirt and whacked me, leaving another scar. I had scars all over my body from my father. I whimper in pain, knowing crying would get me into more pain. But he hit again, extra hard this time.

"Why are you crying? Your not a girl, you're a man. MEN DONT CRY!!!"

He hit me for a third time, leaving me there to bleed. He walked into his room where my mother stood there, watching. She shook her head and went after my father, as if I did something wrong. I try to get up but I end up passing out, but one thing pops into my head:

I hate this house...I hate it...