𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄 :: 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

二十九

*trigger warning! this chapter includes mentions of homophobia, abuse, strong language and r*pe/sexual harassment!! you don't have to read it if you don't feel comfortable since it doesn't play a big role in the story. you can just skip it and move on with the next chapter :)*

february 18th, 2014
3:45pm

*flashback*

minho's pov

i had just came back from school when i entered the house and immediately sensed that something was off. my dad would usually lie on the couch, having a bottle of wine in his hands while watching random tv shows on the tv.

this time though, he wasn't in the living room. he was nowhere to be seen actually. i looked around the whole house apart from one place that i would never expect to find him in.

my room.

there was no way he was in my room. he never went there. it's not that he respected my personal space or something. he just didn't want to look at things that reminded him of me.

it was already too hard for him seeing me everyday...

i took a deep breath and finally decided to open my room's door, hoping that he just went out to buy something. but for my surprise, he didn't.

once i opened the door i immediately saw him sitting on my bed with an extremely angry expression on his face and a black notebook in his hands-

shit! my notebook!

i felt my breath hitching and his eyes burning holes on my body once i realized what the reason of him being in my room was. he had found out!

"d-dad-" i tried to talk but a loud noise interrupted me. my dad had just thrown the notebook on the wall, only some inches away from me.

"SHUT UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

he screamed and grabbed me by my wrists before i could even react and dragged me in the living room, tightening his grip on me with every step he made. my wrists hurt and they probably started bruishing but i didn't protest. that would only make things worse.

now i was doomed and i had nowhere to go in order to escape.

once we reached the living room, he threw me down harshly, making me hit my back hard on the floor. i groaned in pain and tried to rub my back but his hand stopped me from doing so.

"HOW DARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? HAVEN'T YOU ALREADY RUINED MY LIFE ENOUGH? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? YOU ARE A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT! " a sharp pain spread on my face as his hand came in contact with my left cheek, giving me a hard slap. "YOU WERE THE CAUSE OF MY WIFE'S DEATH, YOU THEN TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF BUT YOU FAILED AS THE DISAPPOINTMENT YOU ARE, YOU THEN KILLED MY SON AND NOW I FOUND OUT THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT AS WELL!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

i felt tears rolling down on my cheeks as he yelled and punched me. his voice was too loud and i felt like my ears were gonna start bleeding. i had never liked loud noises.

"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I WISH YOUR MOTHER HAD GOTTEN RID OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE STILL INSIDE HER! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR STUPID RELIGIOUS GRANDPARENTS YOU WOULDN'T BE ALIVE NOW!"

the beating started getting worse. he'd never beat me like this before. blood was coming from my face and arms and a sharp and unbearable pain started forming on my upper torso.

i was scared. scared that my father would beat me to death. and i felt like i deserved it. he was right. if i wasn't here, his wife and his son would be alive. i could never blame him for wanting to kill me after all these things i did to him.