Chapter 08

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By the time she finally dragged herself to her so called 'Home', she didn't expect Mr. and Mrs. Oh to still be awake. She cursed under her breath when she saw Mrs. Oh who was already by the door, waiting. Why the fuck they were waiting for them to arrive anyway? It's not like this was the first time they went to a party!

"Oh, Elena, isn't Sehun with you?" Of course! It wasn't me they were expecting. Who was I even kidding. She thought to herself, internally laughing at her stupidly.

"Nope. But don't worry about him. He's at his soon-to-be-boyfriend's house, and believe me, he'll be back home just fine." She giggled, thinking about the two together.

"If you don't mind, can I enter the house?" When Mrs. Oh still stood there like a statue, she said again.

"Are you drunk, Elena?" Mrs. Oh asked, but stepped aside for her to enter. But what Mrs.Oh didn't notice was the limp when Elena walked.

The front porch's light was not lit, so Mrs. Oh didn't quite notice anything, well, not until Elena was finally inside the house.

"Oh my god! Elena? What happened?!" As expected, there you go with the overreacting. Elena just chuckled to herself.

"Don't touch me!" She snarled when Mrs. Oh tried to touch her new bruised face. Mrs. Oh immediately backed away, startled by the voice of her step daughter.

"Elena!" Mr. Oh hollered from the living room.

"There you go again," She muttered to herself.

"What the hell ha-"

"I'm fine." She gritted her teeth, desperately trying not to lash out at her guardians.

"How can you say you're fine when you're already bleeding like you've been shot! And why the hell are you limping?" And that, did bring out a laugh out of her. But since her cheek muscles hurt too much, she reduced it into a quite chuckle.

"Why are you keep doing this to yourself? Let's get you clean up, Elena?" Mrs. Oh tried again, but didn't come close like she did last time. 'Oh, you're scared of me that much? Hah, mum?' She swallowed the thought bitterly.

"Those bastards!" Mr.Oh bellowed again, coming closer to inspect his beloved daughter's terrible condition.

"They did nothing to me!" She rolled her eyes at her father's overreaction. It's hilarious, really. But when he tried to touch her hand, she snatched it away from him. Anger building up in her with the more time passed.

"Why do you keep letting them hurt you? Why do you protect them? Those bastards need to be sent to jail, so why are-"

"I love it when they hurt me! So I can pretend that I'm only hurting physically! Are you happy now?" She snapped, finally lashing out, leaving both Mr. and Mrs. Oh speechless.

After felt like eternity, Mr. Oh finally spoke in a broken tone, "Elena! Honey, please don't do this. Otherwise-"

"Otherwise what? Disown me? Oh please do it! 'Cause I can't wait to be free of you." She spat, breathing heavily as she desperately tried to keep her hands to herself, feeling afraid if she didn't focus on her limbs, they might start acting on their own.

"It's already been three years Elena. Can't we start again?" He looked pained, eyes brimming even though he didn't actually cry aloud.

If she was on her sober mind, she would at least feel pity, but now, she was no normal, she was hurt, mentally and physically. So no, she didn't feel anything other than anger towards her father.

"No we can't! As much as I want to, I can't! Because whenever I think about you, all I can remember the way you abandoned us, the way you kept on turning your back on us! You know what, Mr.Oh, when mom was on her deathbed, it wasn't me she kept mentioning, it was you! She kept on asking for you! I was fucking right there, right beside her but all she ever asked was YOU! But when I finally tried to call you, telling you that mom was asking you, you remember what you did? You fucking hung up on me! So, Mr.Oh, no! I can't ever forgive you or start over. I'm sorry." With that, she dragged her pathetic self up the stairs and into her room before slamming the door shut.

After making sure that nobody's there to see her breaking down, she finally let the tears to fall silently. Because now, her heart was what brought her so much pain that she forgot she was physically hurting too.

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