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Warning: domestic violence ________
For some reason, you can't sleep.
Jimin distracts you during the day but at night, your thoughts come back to haunt you. However, you try not to let it show because you don't want him to worry more than he already is.
You slip out of bed, careful not to wake Jimin up before heading downstairs. Maybe a glass of water will help you fall back asleep.
You grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it up with water when you hear footsteps behind you. You expect to see Jimin when you turn around but instead, you're met with your father.
He looks angry, a large scowl on his lips. And his eyes are bloodshot. He stumbles towards you, his legs unsteady. He's clearly drunk. But he never drinks..
"Father, are you alright?" You ask worriedly, stepping backwards for every step he takes towards you. But it's not long before he has you backed into a wall. At this point, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You bitch." He mutters and he lifts up his hand, striking you across the cheek. Hard.
The sudden hit makes your head snap to the side and the glass of water falls from your fingers. The ear piercing noise echoes around the quiet kitchen as the glass breaks into hundreds of tiny shards. You clench your jaw, turning your head to face him once again. There's a level of rage in his eyes that you've never seen before. "What did you just say?"
"You've ruined this family!" He practically spits in your face, his words slurring together. "You've cursed us, you're the reason why your brother turned out like this. I should-"
"Christopher?" Your mother's voice calls out as she enters the kitchen. You peek over your father's shoulder to see her analyzing the situation. "Chris, let her go." She says meekly, her voice full of concern. "You're not in the right state of mind, leave her alone." She slowly approaches, trying to calm your father down.
Your father simply looks at her over his shoulder, his chest heaving with anger. "Go back to bed." He says. And from the tone of voice, you can tell that he doesn't have much patience left.
But your mother shakes her head, coming even closer. "Christopher, please-" She places a hand on his shoulder and it's like something snaps inside of him.
Your father pushes her to the ground and she hits the tile full force. "Mom!" You yell. On instinct, you move to help her. But your father is too fast, even in his drunken state.
He grabs you by the throat, slamming your body against the wall. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. As you claw against his hands, his grip only gets tighter.
You look him in the eyes, hoping you can get through to him. In hopes that he can snap out of it once he sees how much pain he's causing. But his eyes only display pure anger and evil.
