Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

seven

There is no much fluff in this part.
Embrace yourself. Trigger warning. Mention of drugs and violence. You can skip the violence part.

Again, please if you are too sensitive with these topics, you can skip or don't read at all. Kindly please don't spread hate unless I did not warn you.

Thanks for understanding. Love you!

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"Joonsun, please. Don't," Rihye beseeched at her husband, immediately thwarting his hand. She looks at him in plea as if she's guilty on why her husband altered decision. "No.. p-please."

The man stares at his wife with his eyes filled with grave, no emotion at all. "What if I don't listen? Will you do it again?" He asked which made Rihye fuddle in confusion. ".. will you call the police again?..  catch me? Then what?" He dared. Now a smirk drawing his lips, beaming from the light of thunderstorms. "... you know me well, my wife. Like before, they will fail."

Rihye shudders as the memory runs in her mind for a quick flashback. She tried to ask for help with the police not only once but twice but he never get in a jail because he hid for months and when he came back, Rihye thought he changed for the better. Joonsun not only once promised her that he'll change and never hurt the family again. She loves her husband— love enough to cancel the case and live like usual. Love enough to give him another chance. Love enough to fall for stupidity repeatedly but what she thought was actually the contrary. He became more dangerous and noxious, blockmailing her or the kids and giving them more pain and burden.

Trusting him again was the worst decision she had done.

"I-I won't. J-just stop," she mumbles, soft voice almost inaudible.

"Lie down and sleep or I'll beat you to death," he threatens. ".. say any word and I'll kill you with no one is hearing your plea," he adds, glare is sharp and petrifying. The effect of alcohol and drugs is evident in his orbs.

With guilty completely consuming her system, Rihye submissively listened. How stupid and weak she is? She's totally hopeless and her strength is completely drained. Right at this moment, she silently cry herself with her eyes tightly closed, hearing her son's voice. Right. She's at fault. She deserves the blame. She's the reason why her family's in this deep suffer.

"Dad!" The boy yelped, ".. where will you take m-me?" Taehyung's tears are pooling his eyes in pain that his Dad's tight grip gives. The father did not even gave him reply. Instead, he pulls the kid off the bed.

The man drags the young towards other small chamber of their patchwork small house where old stuffs and most recyclable trashes are stocked. The man removes his grip from the wailing child.

"Dad. I-I don't know what did I—"

"Your clothes," Joonsun cutted off the sentence which gives the kid a chilling intuition.

"Huh?"

"Take off your clothes."

"But—"

"Or I will?" Taehyung's blood runs cold with his father's sharp glare.

"I-It's very cold— I can't," he replies, shaking his head repeatedly with his head hanging low, looking at his fiddling fingers.

*** you can skip from this part :) but don't worry. I'll make sure to summarize the important detail that you don't have to miss. Love you! ***

Joonsun tsked and grabbed the boy's shirt. The petite body of the kid shakens with the unbeatable strength that is winning against his. He writhes at the hold and wails as the man forcibly worn out the kid's shirt. Everything's a mess and filled with violence. The boy's frailty voice, getting raucous as he shouts for help. The boy tries his best to writhe away from the man's grip but he still ends up being pushed against the cold ground. His tears pooling his eyes in despair as he is indeed hopeless as well.

He begged. He voiced out. He called for help. Yet no one is there to help. Everybody's naive at the crime. Or there is one but muted. The cacophony of merciless abuse happens under the roaring storms, melancholy sky and wailing heaven.

The man laughs devilishly, satisfying himself while the boy's screaming in so much pain. The kid is bleeding, stretched and naked. Tears desperately streaming down his cheeks though his eyes are tightly closed. His little fists are strongly balled but his hands are held up over his head by big hands grasping his wrists.

He wishes. He prays. He hopes that once he open his eyes, everything's just a nightmare— a painful and terrifying nightmare that he would never ever try to remember again. He whimpers, cries, he could barely breathes. Everything feels like reality— the worst among all worst.

He opens his eyes but instead of waking up from this nightmare, a reflection of someone looking at him from the fragment of mirror caught his attention. The devastated, wasted young boy softly mutters, "Help.." in frail in his voice.

The man groans and soon became satisfied at his crime, shooting his whites inside the poor kid's hole. The little poor boy's eyes are getting tired as well. His short legs feel limped and noncontrol. He trembles as the cold air whips his naked and exposed flesh.

"Sleep tight, son," with satisfied lavish grin, the man uttered in his chilling voice, looking at his son's being wholly devastated on the floor. Those redish eyes, terrifying irises, sharp glare lurks in Taehyung's head, traumatizing him. The man fixes himself, pulling up his trousers before leaving.

Taehyung, helplessly ruined lying on the cold floor with blood in his hole, dripping from the fresh wound, he frailly mumbles, "... help... Mom," before darkness drowns everything.

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[Chapter 's summary]

If you have ever wondered why Rihye's being stupid for not leaving her insane, jerk, animal husband, well, she did try reporting him to the police not only once but fortunate for Joonsun, he passed through their traps and came back after couple counts of months. Rihye gave him another chance and was blinded by the hope he'd change this time which now is her greatest mistake.

Taehyung was being abused by his own father (who's being controlled by drugs and alcohol). Taehyung was helpless indeed and by the end of the chapter, before he totally collapsed from the traumatizing experience, he saw his mother watching him.

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Okay. So this is really a short chap. I didn't even make it to 1k words😥 but I don't want to left you hang up so I updated :)
Btw, I will not hope that you liked this chap 'cos this is pretty boring and triggering chaptee but I hope you are having a nice day :)) love you!

Gray❤

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