Byun Baekhyun moves to a new city to get away from his abusive ex-fiance and decides to get away from his past.
Park Chanyeol, the Bachelor and Biggest Mafia leader in the city of Seoul, owns alot of businesses including the biggest strip club in th...
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO NOT FLIRT WITH OTHER GUYS!"
He yells as he chucked his beer bottle at the wall behind me.
"I-I wasn't flirting, I was j-just asking for the time, A-Axel I swear I-I wasn't flirting," I stated, flinching from his tone.
"LIAR!" He screams, practically seething.
Before I knew it, he grabbed me by my hair and started to beat me repeatedly.
He punched me, kicked me, even threw me into the wall until I passed out.
-Now-
I woke up and the first thing I saw were the bruises on my body. How could he do this to me? My head lifted, and then I was gazing at where he was.
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He's sleeping in his respective spot on the bed. Sleeping soundly, as if that monster didn't just hurt his fiance. How could he sleep with the knowledge of what he did to me? Knowing he did something like this to me?
I was frozen in the corner of the room, trembling violently in fear. My stomach lurched and I felt like spewing out my insides. My emotions. My troubles. I'm too scared to make another move..anxious that he will wake up and start hitting me all over again...
It wasn't always like this.
We encountered each other during high school. We had everything in common...or at least I thought we did. He was on the varsity football team, while I was the president of the school's student council.
He approached me during a school festival that the student council was hosting for the school. I still remember that day.
-Flashback-
I was busy helping with the entertainment set when Axel approached me.
"Hey, Byun Baekhyun right?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah I'm Byun Baekhyun, nice to meet you," I assured him while fixing my glasses.
He laughed and flashed me his heart melting smile that everyone falls for.
"This is pretty forward but... Maybe you could go out with me sometime?" he inquired curiously, his brow raised in question.
I blushed brighter red than before and meekly accepted his offer.
- End of Flashback-
After a few dates, we officially became a couple. And for a while, I figured things were going well....until they weren't.
He proposed to me, 4 years on the day of our anniversary. We then decided to move in together in a small apartment near his job. I thought maybe this would be a great change for our relationship.
After we moved in with each other....he started to drink heavily. There was no reason behind it, however, he just did it. The abuse started one night when he came home from a bar.
I calmly asked him to stop drinking, but he got angry. He started calling me names out of nowhere, like slut, whore- any name he could think of that would tear me apart. Not only that, but he started telling me I was worthless, I was nothing but trash to him, and that he regrets ever proposing to me.
He was infuriated to the point where he got out of control and started hitting me with his belt. He took his frustration out on me that night. I woke up the next morning with bruises on my torso and lower body. I honestly don't remember what happened after the first hit. But I am certain that that this was the first time he laid his hands on me, and it definitely wasn't the last.
He would apologize everytime....but it kept happening over and over again... It became a daily routine, even, until I became numb.
Tonight was my breaking point....I can't keep living like this. I couldn't stand the the abuse- verbal and physical- the lies, all of it.
As he slept, I began to quietly pack my things. I took the all of the clothes that could fit into my suitcase, and the cash that I've kept hidden in case it would come to this, when I would finally have the courage to leave.
Ultimately, my phone was left behind in case he tries to track me down. Taking off the engagement ring, I placed it on his nightstand and discreetly left the room.
Not looking back, I swiftly made my way out of our shared apartment and jogged to the nearest bus station.
I wasn't sure of where I would go, but it was certain that it'd be anywhere much better than that house of horrors.
My name is Byun Baekhyun, and here's where I begin... my journey to freedom.
