Stranger From Hell

Chapter 17- The Dark Past

"Hyung! w-wake up!" My little brother, Jung Woo shouted at me as he tried to wake me up from my deep sleep. "Hyung! please!"

I signed loudly as I sat on my bed, I turned my face and stared at him.

"What?" I scowled at him, "Why do you wake me up? Can't you see that I'm sleeping??!"

I shouted in frustration and Jung Woo was taken back.

I remember when I younger I used to be very moody, short-tempered and every little things will triggered me. But I was never violence and I never lay my hands on anyone, epecially on my mother or my little brother.

When I was a child, I used to bright, happy and always smiling but then when I turned 10 years old, I was no longer a kid that I used to be. Everyone thought I was fine but my mother was the only who noticed that I was acting differently. That's when everything changed. My father changed. He was the caused of everything and the only one to be blamed.

He started stealing things from my mother and they started quarrelling, at first it was just emotional abused. And but then slowly, he became more and more aggressive and started to lay hands on her.

"Mom....Mom needs your help."

"Why? What happened?!" I immediately stood up after hearing mom being mentioned.

"Dad is beating her up again. But this time is worse, I think you should help her, hyung." Jung Woo cried.

I remember walking to the living room and saw my father punching her in the face while he pulling her hair, repeatedly cursing her as he found out that she was hiding her money from him.

"Stop it, you jerk. I said calmly.

"What did you just called me?" My father turned around and stood up, probably didn't expect me to be this brave.

"Get the fuck out of this house now or you will regret it." I looked at him with wide-eyed.

My father smirked at me, "Or what? What you're going to do?"

"Stop smiling, I said stop smiling at me." I threatened him.

I hated that smile.

I want to get rid of that smirk from his ugly face.

"What?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Stop smiling at me you fucking piece of shit!" I yelled and run towards him, punching him in the face repeatedly. All my anger that I kept all these years, I let it out. I let it out on him. Because he fucking deserve it.

"Jong woo-ah-" My mother said softly, as she was terrified to see me in that state.

My brother quickly stepped in and hold me back, my father was badly  bruised, lacerations, and at least one of his teeth had been knocked out.

My father were then admitted to the ICU, his face were badly injured that his face were barely recognisable.

I remembered that day when I visited him when he was hospitalized and in a critical condition. Instead of feeling sad for him, I looked at him in disgust. People like him shouldn't live in this society, they are a waste of space. He thinks he can do whatever he wants, but I'm here to prove him wrong.

"I should have killed him...." I said seriously and started giggling as I looked at my knuckles that were covered with blood and bruises. 

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My eyes snap fast as I woke up from the nightmare, I realized that it wasn't a meaningless nightmare or just a normal dream.

It was a flashback of my dark past.