"stand there, right now!" jiyeon screamed. the little girl, scared for her life, stood in front of the wall with her hands layered, clutching her dress in panic.
her breathing quickened, the air not getting into her lungs fast enough.
"i'm so fucking tired of you." jiyeon slurred almost inaudibly but her daughter heard it all. "i loved him. so much. and we were going to travel the world, go to singapore, maybe argentina. and then boom. i got pregnant. but we were so careful."
"i didn't want you then and i certainly don't want you now." jiyeon threw a soju bottle at the wall above the girl. it smashed into smithereens and the shards rained upon the girl. the remaining alcohol wet her hair and the glass pierced her skin.
she let out a yelp of pain but rapidly raised her hand to cover her mouth to muffle the coming cries. she didn't want her mother to hear her because it meant more. more hits. more kicks. more pain. and more tears.
multiple times jiyeon threw empty glass bottles of beer or soju above the small girl's head until she had no more.
"count your blessings. i will kill you the next time." jiyeon snapped, her words laced with poison and so much hatred. for her daughter? or her boyfriend for leaving her to take care of a baby on her own with no knowledge whatsoever?
once jiyeon left the kitchen and the house altogether (probably to buy more alcohol) the little girl dropped to the floor. the glass continued to cut through her legs and knees but she wasn't even concentrated on that pain right now.
it hurt so bad having your own mother hate you. there's only one person that's always going to love you and be there for you and that's your mother because she ultimately gave birth to you. she carried you in her womb for nine months and loved you the second you came out. but she was unable to feel that kind of love because her mother never loved her. even if she did, she had a real funny way of showing it.
jiyeon did nothing but torture and abuse her daughter. the anger and the hatred meant for her boyfriend was shifted onto her daughter because there was nobody else to blame. years ago, jiyeon was so happy and content with her boyfriend, she loved that feeling. but it was stripped from her faster than she could blink. the disappointment and the distress blinded her. she didn't see her daughter as this wonderful blessing and cute bundle of joy. she saw her daughter as a mistake. or even worse, a reminder of the pain her boyfriend caused her.
her daughter was too mature for her young age it was quite saddening. but she understood the psychology behind her mother's actions. she understood that her mother didn't hate her but the situation instead but as days went by she found herself losing the plot. everything just seemed to be the background music of a fucked up drama.
she wanted a proper childhood. she wanted to play with dolls and go on play dates with her friends to test out their toys. she wanted to drink air out of a teacup at a teacup party at her mini table in her beautifully decorated pink room with all her stuffed animals sitting around the table wearing different coloured beaus. she wanted her mother to scold her for not eating all her green beans or for watching too much television. she wanted to experience all the regular things ordinary kids do but she wasn't permitted such luxury.
her life had been predestined. god gave up on her and soon everyone else did too.
she had a horrible childhood, she spent everyday being tormented by her abusive and alcoholic mother. her house stank of beer every hour of every single day — so much that it made her gag. children at school bullied her, they threw lego bricks at her head and spat chewing gum in her hair.
not once did she ever taste the sweet delicacy of love. only 14 years later was she submerged in the richness of red.
she eventually escaped from the horrors of her childhood home. she managed to free herself from the extended branches that tied her back. she got herself a job, paid off her college debt and married a rich guy that she loved to the moon and back.
that man was kim taehyung and she was sana jung.
a/n: am i even alive at
this point? is there anybody
even reading this shit
still:(
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the pregnant virgin | taesoo
Fanfic"you're a doctor who cures others yet you can't even cure yourself." accidentally inseminated with the sperm of her divorced boss, jisoo struggles with a lot of things and her anxiety of sexual intercourse doesn't help at all. so yeah, she's a pre...
