Sohye 's life was messed up. It's hard to find hope when nobody give a crap about you. Never once did she find happiness. Her parents hated the fact that she belonged to them. Jeon Jungkook has never not bullied her, every single day of the school y...
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Sohye stepped away from Jimin as they both looked down. Jimin at the cashier and Sohye stocking up the shelves. The person who came through the door was Taehyung. As in Jungkook's best friend. She remembers the times where he would just watch the younger beat up Sohye, and he stood there and laugh. Laugh at how she would receive all the bruises and marks that were placed in the delicate skin of hers and the agony of her screams that screamed pain.
The evil of his stare that told people that he wasn't going to help you and he'd rather watch you suffer under the people that wee going to hurt you. That was him. Kim Taehyung. However, even just watching him through the months of him being at Sohye's school, there were still people to like him. Like him as a friend, crush, and even just as a student. A classmate who was seen as a watcher and tormentor.
Sohye tried to not make contact as she hated meeting others she knew in places like these. But it wouldn't matter because nobody was close with her. She watched as Taehyung grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of pop up to the cashier and could see the tired dark circles under his eyes. Sohye heard Taehyung talking to Jimin as they both smiled in their little conversation of theirs.
She looked closely as he walked out the door and the slightest smirk landed on his lips. He turned around to look at Sohye and there they made the contact with each other. The stare of which they gazed with one another caught the most electrifying moment she had with him. But after that, he took his leave. Strutting out into the street with the eyes of accomplishment and pride.
"You know him?" Jimin asking as you come out from behind the shelves. "Yeah. He's a classmate of mine. But I think tonight I can take it from here. Thanks for the nights you took over for me." Jimin releasing his grip from the counter. "Be safe, okay." Sohye nods her head as Jimin pulled up his bag to his shoulder and walked out of the store. And now Sohye was alone. In this convenience shop and probably getting not enough sleep hours for her to survive tomorrow.
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Warning: Abuse
Sohye got back late. Extremely late. A good 5 a.m. walking back to her home from where she previously worked from 9 p.m. She was just tired. Her eyes not being able to stay awake and slowly drifting away from the sun's morning rays. The sunrise peaking through her eyes as she came to her destination. The weakening of her body of allowing to do the basic thing failing her because of how exhausted she was. And especially the wound that was now bandaged up around her wrist was the only thing that was feeling good. However, everything from her opening the door to her house to the deprived hours of walking through school was waiting for her to suffer.
Sohye opened the door to see the floor covered in beer bottles and the smell of alcohol like usual. But this time, her father was awake. And being missing for the past day was infuriating to her parents. Without stealing the money from her to gamble the night away, they couldn't go because she wasn't there. And before she could go to open her bedroom door, her father was ready to do more damage to her body.
He grabbed her wrist before she could turn the knob and quickly began to kick her. Grabbing her hair in the process and having a knife prepare on the side of his jeans. Sohye was screaming, gasping for air and tears pouring from her eyes. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU BITCH." She wanted to run and did her best to pull away from is hold. But he was too strong. The punches he threw at her caused her nose to start bleeding and Sohye's mind was a mess. Wanting her father to get off her. Wishing for the beatings to stop. Waiting to wipe the tears that cry out for help. Needing to get out of this life she was living.
Her suffering was beyond what normal people thought. "STOP. PLEASE! STOP!!!!" She told her father but he didn't feel satisfied. "WHERE WERE YOU?!WE WERE GOING TO GAMBLE LAST NIGHT BUT YOU WEREN'T HOME. DO YOU THINK WE WOULD FORGIVE YOU!? WE NEEDED YOUR MONEY." His anger rises as he stared at his daughters eyes. Discussed with the idea of how this child was his. How she was related to him.
Continuing the endless punches that bruised her body and the sight of him in anger. But Sohye was yearning of a breath of air before he could go any farther. But Sohye's eyes cried out more when he brought out the knife from his jeans. "NO. PLEASE! NOOOOOO!" She screamed for anything to hear her and quickly pushed him away. Crawling away and hoping to get away from him. Running as fast as she could to get to the door. Her breath panting and shaking in fear. The sounds of her life falling apart and the sight of wanting to open that door.
But her father grabbed her leg. "NO! LET GO! GET OFF ME!" She was soaked with the tears that stained her cheeks and looked at the knife. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE BITCH!" He sliced her arms where blood was pouring out. Her screams and agony filled the house as he put more on her arms. "STOP. STOP. STOP" but he wouldn't. He was going berserk. "PLEASE. PLEASE. STOP THIS PLEASE!" She whimpered as he was going deeper and deeper into her skin. The fire that burned once the knife touch the skin and the pain when it left her body. And the more he put on her, the more she was wanting to just die. She knew she was going to die. She could feel the soulless body leaving her and she's never been so scared.
When her father stop, she fell to the floor, tears streaming out when she felt the pain of the cuts. Sobbing on the ground as she vision was blurry.
When will this pain stop.
This is a dark chapter and to be honest, I was crying while writing this. It pains me to know that some people live like this and I absolutely despise those people who cause the pain. Just imagining the suffering they go through is something I couldn't even think about and I hate how those people keep quiet because of how scared they are. I hope abuse in families stop because it's such a horrible image to think about and I want to help those people as much as I can.
