The Death House || Changkyun

Intro

I thought to myself as I waited for his return. I've been stuck in this hell for 3 years. The only problem? Him. He's the reason that I've trapped in his house for 3 years. He became over possessive for no reason and I just thought it was normal. I didn't question it or him at all. I should have seen it coming. I was just too scared to admit that he was hurting me. I thought he truly loved me but it was all a lie. I must admit that I might be crazy but I still love him even though he treats me like a caged animal. If I try to define him, it only ends up worst. What more can I endure and take before it's too late. I wish I could go back and save myself that first time I noticed he was acting different.

FLASHBACK

I sat on the couch staring up at the dull and lifeless ceiling waiting for him to come home. It doesn't matter if he was having a good or bad day. He still doesn't care about me anymore. He's not the same man I feel in love with. The man that wouldn't ever lay a finger on me but... everything has changed since then. I am stuck and trapped like a bird that's wings where clipped. Once he got home I knew it would be over and back to the attic again. I slowly closed my eyes and felt then droop. I thought to myself while I was trying to fall asleep, for the first time in forever  I might able to fall sleep before he gets home and not face a punishment.

With my half asleep body I heard the door creak open. I felt his presence even while half asleep. As he set his stuff down, I heard his footsteps come closer to my sleeping body, his face just a few centimeters apart from mine.

"Well." He said looking some at you. "You finally got some sleep." He chuckled. He slowly picked your body up off the couch and into the bedroom. He tucked you in and placed the covers over you.

With sweat dripping down your forehead, you kick the covers off yourself not realizing you were in the bedroom. You took a moment to think. 'How did I end up in here? There is no way he carried me in here.' Oh but were you  so wrong. Taking a around, I  looked to the left of me  and saw the sleeping body of him. Looking over to my right, I see the clock saying 2 am. I sighed quietly not wanting to wake him up. I get out of bed and went downstairs to get a glass of water. I go to the faucet and turn the water on. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to see him.

"What are you doing up?" I asked curiously. He didn't say anything. I just stared at him. I took a sip of my water before I felt a force on top of me causing the glass to shatter. This was the first time he put his hands on me. My arms flung quickly to his arms to try and release them . His grip on my neck tightened. I felt like this was the final moment. Suddenly he let go. My hands won't to my neck as I was coughing for air. I stared at him in disbelief.

"It's nothing. Now go back to bed!" He commanded. I could tell that something was different about him. As I scrabbled to get up as I caught a glimpse of what use to be his soft dark brown eyes but that was replaced with complete black. I ran up the stairs into the guest bedroom we had. I locked the door on the inside so he couldn't get in. In the past two years of dating him, never has he done something like that before. He put his hands on you. You lay down on the bed. Never have you cried over a boy before but here you were doing so. You felt the tear slip out and you went to wipe it away.  If he was capable of doing that, what else could he have done do you? You thought to yourself before you finally drifted off into a light slumber.

PRESENT TIME

You thought back to the every first moment he hit you. Why didn't I do anything? Why didn't I try to escape? Was it because I was too in love with him to even notice how badly he has hurt me. Am I really that blind to love? As you were lost in your thoughts, you heard the door open and there he was. A smirk and everything. You could tell that what was about to happen next, wouldn't turn out so well for you.