Game On (Monsta X Wonho/Hoseok)

16: Wrapping Up

After a painful day of school, I come home. Everyone at the table was devastated to hear about me and Hoseok's sudden break up, and Hoseok didn't even come to lunch. In fact, everyone had said that they didn't see him all day. Kihyun mentioned that he wasn't in first block, which leads me to believe he went home directly after I broke up with him.

How pitifully ironic it is, to break up with the first boy who you've ever loved and let into your life. I walk by his house, taking note of the black mustang  parked in his driveway. Surely by now he would have also noticed my father's unfamiliar car in our own driveway.

Part of me wished and prayed that Hoseok would come and save both me and my mom from him, but I also didn't want Hoseok to get hurt. There's no telling what sort of tricks he must have up his sleeve, and I certainly don't want Hoseok to get injured or accidentally die.

My mother is on the floor in the living room, and I cringe when I see his foot connect with her stomach. My eyes close tightly, trying to block out this hell that I'm in.

"How was school today, sweetie?" He laughs maniaically as my mom attempts to pull herself off of the ground. "Did you break up with your little boyfriend?"

Once again, my fists clench, and I think that I really do draw blood in my palms this time. The night outside has taken over, and the streetlamps click on. Our curtains are open, and I beg that someone can see inside our house.

"What's this? No answer?" He turns his attention away from my mom, and walks his way over to me. He seems more sober than he was yesterday, but the stench of alcohol is still present.

His hand latches into my hair, yanking me until I land hard on the floor. "I guess I'll make you answer," As he says this, I see his hand reach for a lit cigarette in the ashtray. He puffs on it for a second, before he nears it closer to my face. He holds me harshly in place, and I try to squirm away from him.

The fire is so close to my cheek, that I can feel the heat emitting from it. Tears soak my face for the second time today, and I try to pull at his wrist to make the distance in between me and the lit cigarette as far as possible.

My plan doesn't go smoothly, however, as the burnt end falls off and onto my forearm. I yelp, and struggle more, desperately trying to keep him from my face.

"Let her go!" My mom tries to pull him away this time with all of her strength she could muster, but his elbow jabs into her nose and she stumbles backward, lying limp on the ground.

"Mom!" I cry and thrash even more, but it seems to be of no use.

Will this be how I die? At the hands of my father?

As if God has sent an angel from above, the front door gets kicked open, sending more wood shards flying from the door latch.

We turn to see the ruckus, and to both my relief and worry, Hoseok stands in the doorway. His jaw is clenched tight, and his muscles are tense. I've never seen him so angry before. His eyes are dark and pitch black, and I'd be terrified if he was staring at me with that intensity.

"Let her go. Now," His voice has to be at least multiple octaves deeper than it usually is, and it sends a chill down my spine.

"Look here," My dad turns toward me as he sits the cigarette back into the ashtray. "Your lover boy came to rescue you."

"Get out of here, Hoseok-!"

My hair gets yanked once again as he throws my head to the ground. The side of my head hits the hardwood flooring, and it probably would have knocked me unconscious if I hadn't have been so worried about Hoseok. It does, however, knock me a little senseless, so I stay on the ground for a couple of seconds, trying to gather my thoughts.