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{part 1.}

[3 years ago]

we used to be a pretty normal family, my parents had pretty decent paying jobs that they both enjoyed, my brother and i were the best of friends, we had a nice house in a nice neighborhood and life was just pretty great. until one day it all went downhill, my dad was never the abusive type until he lost his job and started drinking. if we did anything wrong he would hit us, matter of fact we didn't even have to do anything wrong for him to hit us. my brother and i had plenty of bruises and scars from being beaten practically everyday, but my brother and i always blamed it on bike accidents and falling on concrete, so no one really questioned it. my mom was under a lot of stress since she was the one who was taking a lot of the beatings since she normally worked at night while my dad worked during the day but since my dad lost his job she was at home with him while my brother and i were at school. my brother jaemin was a super sweet a kind boy who was never really the type to just randomly pick a fight it of no where but since his life kinda depended on fighting back against my dad for my mom and i, he became a little more tough.

[a little bit of a present day backstory]
my name is na so-young i'm 14 years old and currently my life is a mess. my brother jaemin (whos currently 16) and i are currently working on our escape plan, since i'm still not old enough to get a job yet, my brother is the one focusing on earning money for us to rent out an apartment. instead of working, my my brother says it's my responsibility to stay safe and away from home as much as possible, so i find every opportunity to stay after school for as long as i can even if it means joining a lot of unnecessary random clubs. my brother says the main focus is getting out of there alive and as healthy as possible. oh and also a little update for you, since my mom was under so much stress from my dad abusing her, she also lost her job and became an alcoholic as well, there were many times where my brother and i tried to get her out of the house and escape while my dad was out at clubs messing with other women, but she just wouldn't budge because she said she loved him and if she left "he would be sad and he would never forgive her." i knew it was all that poison and lies my dad was feeding into her brain to keep her as his little puppet. my mom was actually a beautiful women, she had gorgeous hazel eyes, long wavy black hair, perfect skin and teeth, and she was in pretty good shape, but ever since she became an alcoholic her teeth started to rot a hair was a mess and she was always dirty. i felt so bad for her, but there was nothing i could do and it absolutely broke my heart. about a year later my mom found out my dad was cheating on her with another women he met at a club, i have never seen my parents fight so much, that was when my mom became abusive too. my brother and i were completely wrecked our own mother, the person we loved so dearly, someone who had a sweet caring personality turned on us and became one of our abusers as well. that was when we knew we had to leave immediately or we could possibly die. we also ended up moving into a shaggy dangerous apartment complex that was known to be the home of many gang members and drug dealers.

[present day]
jaemin: hey so-young get up
me: huh ? what's going on nana ?
jaemin: come one we gotta go before our parents wake up or you know what's gonna happen, but we have to be quiet
me: ok, ok i'm up let's hurry up
jaemin: i saved up just enough to rent an apartment but we can't just rent out an apartment in 1 day so one of my coworkers is letting us stay with him and a few of us roommates for a while.
me: ok that's good let's hurry an pack a few things but let's make it light

*jaemin and i start packing a few pairs of clothes to change into, spare money, and just any basic necessities*

all of a sudden there was a loud crash, jaemin had accidentally knocked down one of our moms vases and we knew we were screwed and if we were caught who knows if we would survive this beaten. all of a sudden my parents bedroom door flew open and my parents looked FURIOUS.

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