Cat and Dog | Yarichin

revolting | chapter seven

『 c a t a n d d o g 』

opening his eyes, blinking slowly to get his vision back in place. a soft yawn passed threw his round pink lips. he sits up and stretched.  not how a normal person stretched, but how a cat would have. the bones under his skin crack and popped into their rightful full positions. his tail fluffing up at the sensation of his back being popped, ears buried closely against his [dark/light] hair.

getting up from his futon, he rises a hand up and balled it up to a fist rubbing his eyelid against it.  he stands up as he lets his white shirt fall to his small knees; he decided to tuck in half of the shirt into his black shorts.  a little smile on his lips, but drops it.  he's forgotten how to smile. . a true one that is.

the door to his room rattled, it seemed alive or maybe it's just the banging coming from the other side of the dark brown door.  "hey, i hope you're up already. or i'll spray your ass down with cold water again!" the door talked to him, more like shouted.

the boy bowed at the door. "yes, mo- mrs. park, i'm up." the door gave a 'tis as it spoke again. "then get your revolting ass down the stairs; sooho is waiting for his breakfast." the sound of footsteps faded away from the door.

[y/n] looked down to his small skinny legs. bruises and cuts that are covered in small bandages and bandage raps.

revolting. . he's revolting.

his parents, always called him names, but that one was the one they used the most. it was basically his name by now. he hated that word with passion. he wanted to take those words and shove down their throats, till they suffocated, desperate for air.

but, he couldn't.

the poor little five year old boy never got the chance to go to a school or even have a friend, for the least. his parents just kept him locked up in his room, till they needed him to do or get something for them.

like an obedient dog.

the boy takes a step forward, making the wooden floor creak and moan under his bare feet. he reaches the door, feeling the coldness linger in his small palm. a sigh passed through his lips, he hated this routine.

he opens the door, creaking in process. the boy takes a step forward into the dark hallway, hands gripping the wall next to his bedroom door. his legs aching in pain.

[y/n] made it down the stairs, legs trembling and shaking. he made his way to the kitchen. the smell bloomed in his nose; his ears perked up at the delicious scent.

"took you long enough."

the voice made [y/n] flinch and tremble under his skin.

"sorry mother. i promise it will not happen again!" the woman in front of him clenched her fists, lips forming a nasty snarl. "how many times do i have to tell you, never call me that?" she said through clenched teeth.