Used & Abused (Choi San X Reader)

Ch 2: At Home

4:35 p.m.

It taunted me. That stupid house. One car in the drive way of a classic 2-story house a space left for the other that is rarely there. The door sitting there, all the lights out. Waiting for me to go in. I grasp the door knob and slink inside. Watching the floor, dodging glass on my way through the living room. I turn into the hall and creep up the stairs. I quietly make my way to my room and set my stuff down.  I make my way downstairs and pick up the broken beer bottles and other things that were victims to the storm that previously raged through this house. How have the secrets of this house stayed hidden within these doors? Such a normal family on the outside, but in reality alcohol burns my senses every day. I mop up remaining alcoholic residue and head back up to my room to start homework.  I work and work, flipping between notes and worksheets and internet pages.

5:55 p.m.

About 30 minutes later, I decide to take a break. I sneak down stairs and open the fridge. The light of the fridge welcomes me with the bare minimum of food.

"What's for dinner?" A male's voice makes itself known.
I stiffen and mentally panic. "I'm not sure. I've been doing homework." I hear feet make their way to me and my knuckles turn white on the fridge handle.
"You know I don't enjoy being hungry. You should worry more about kitchen work. You're a girl, girls don't do much more than kitchen work," he says as he grips my turned shoulder. I mentally scoff at the comment because my mom is the only one who actually works in the household. He yanks me around and gets in my face, "I'M THE MAN OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE. YOU LISTEN TO ME AND DO WHATEVER I SAY. YOUR WELLBEING IS MINE TO FUCKING DECIDE!" He yanks my chin up to stare at his face. "YOU UGLY, FAT BITCH. YOU BETTER MAKE ME FOOD WITHIN THE NEXT 30 MINUTES OR YOU'LL FUCKING REGRET IT" and grabs a fistful of my (h/c) hair and throws me at my floor. I hit my head on the counter on my way down. I quickly curl up to feel a kick to my legs, where my once exposed stomach was. I gasped and whimper. He then drops down and strokes my hair and starts with the words I hate most, the biggest lie to exist "I only do this because I love you," he whispers softly, then walks away.

I slowly get up and feel a tear trek down my cheek. I let out a quiet sob as my shin and head throb. I quickly whip up a meal with what's in the kitchen and set the table for him. "Dad. Your foods ready." I gently call out to the living room.

He comes to the dining room with a "thank you sweetie. You can go to your room now. Have a goodnight." I have to keep myself from screaming at him. I quickly trot up the stairs and got to my and flip on my bed and slowly break. I scream in the pillow and tears of frustration leave my eye. My hands reach into my hair and nails drag at my roots as I curl in a ball. My breath quicken and becomes shorter at a  faster and faster pace before all goes black.