FIRE ON FIRE {Minsung}

4. {Jerk's side of the story}

I was
terrified, I heard yelling and banging come from upstairs.
Where the hell am I?
I was in a living room and the furniture was either ripped, scratched or thrown around. I looked into the kitchen and saw a women sticking a needle into her arm which had a bloody fabric tied around it. She looked incredibly skinny and her clothes were tattered. She injected the fluids and started laughing and the woman clung to a wall beside her.

What the fuck?! I flinched and I ran upstairs and down the hall, following the noise. I opened the door, and I saw an older man who looked to be in his four-ties. He was banging on the closet doors holding a beer bottle. At that moment I heard sobbing coming from inside the closet.

Something in me snapped. I ran over and grabbed the bottle from the mans hands, and I smashed it onto the wall. The man tried to grab me but I stabbed the broken glass into the mans stomach, I kept stabbing until he fell to the ground.

Instead of bleeding out the man evaporated into thin air. I looked at my hands and slowly both the smashed bottle and the blood was cleared away as well.
What the hell is going on?
I looked over to the closet where the sobbing was coming from. I walked over and grabbed the handle.

It wouldn't open, I knocked and the sobbing became a bit louder, they were male and they sounded a bit my age. "Open up, I won't hurt you I promise." I tried to sound as calm as possible. The sobbing had stopped. I heard heavy breathing, then a little 'click' The door opened and revealed a shorter boy about 1 year younger than me. He had bruises all over and his cheeks were stained with damp tears. "Come out, he won't hurt you anymore."

I examined more of his features and to be honest, he was pretty cute. I walked a closer slowly, and then...

I shot up from my bed as sweat covered my body. What in the fucking fuck was that?! I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 7:27 am.

Getting out of bed I grabbed my towel, and headed out of my room and towards my bathroom.

I closed the door and locked it and set my towel down, and strolled to the shower faucet.

As the water was flowing I started to strip of my clothing.

I stepped into the water and right away I felt the warm droplets of water run down my skin. And that's when I started to think. That dream.

Why the hell was it so vivid and lucid? It felt so real, and I remember every second of it.
My mind started to go over the whole dream, until it got to the part with the boy in the closet.
And that boy, he looked so familiar. From the tan skin to the blonde coloured hair and the chubby but cute cheeks.
The whole time I was thinking my body started doing its daily routine. I was already drying off in my room and grabbing an outfit.
I walked down stairs and walked into the kitchen.
I snapped out of my thoughts and greeted my mother who was doing the dishes.

"Hi mom, you're up early."I said grabbing an apple from the basket on the table.

"Well I should be telling you the same thing." She smiled.

Mom turned back around doing her task. Her sleeves we're pulled up showing various scars. I flinched.

Oh how I hated those memories from when I was younger.

My 'dad' Wasn't a very good person. I say 'wasnt' Because not only does he not leave with us but he isn't living at all anymore.

When I was younger he was an alcoholic, and if you don't already know, alcohol can make you do crazy and fucked up things.
... And the things my father did to me was uncalled for, even if he was under the influence. He touched me in bad places and did other things like abuse me, and he would lock me in rooms bare naked. (<< This reminds me of someone but I can't remember 😖)

And where was my mother? She was busy trying to stop it, she couldn't do much though she was trying her best. Mother was also working a full time job while also trying to take care of me, and I was not the only one getting abused. My mom was as well. She had depression for a while which made her do awe full things like cutting, pills, and multiple attempts of suicide.

Until one day my dad was drunk once again. He was on our balcony at one moment, but almost in the blink of an eye. He was gone with a loud thump coming from the ground.

"Minho?"
"Minho, sweety snap out of it!"

I shook my head and my mom grasped me in a hug.

"I know what you're thinking, and you gotta put those memories behind you." She said softly. She pulled back and cupped my cheek with her hand, and I leaned into it.

"Alright momma.. I will, I promise." I said reassuringly

She smiled sweetly.

"Alright I have to go to work now, and you have to got to school. Now hurry up!" She said with a laugh.

I chuckled and I strolled to the door way putting my shoes on and grabbing my bag and binders. "My mom! See you after school!" I waved. "Bye honey, love you." she yelled back.

I walked down my porch and onto my front lawn.

If your wondering why I'm so nice with my mom but i'm doing and being terrible at school. Well one word, reputation.

Now time to cause trouble.