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Trigger Warning: Physical and Verbal Abuse

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~~~~~ Your POV ~~~~~

The next few days go by smoothly.

Everyday after school you go to Yoongis house to work on your project and have a nice dinner with the Mins.

They force you to go home on time to avoid more trouble with your mom but you try to stay as long as possible, happy to be in a loving environment.

It had forced your mother to be cordial since you weren't late anymore but it didn't stop her from continuing her verbal abuse.

You could handle her words dipped in venom better now that you had a safe haven.

Your room couldn't even provide what the Mins were.

They wouldn't take away your door and go through your phone when you talked back so it was a bit of a paradise.

Too bad good things don't last forever.

"You're getting fat.", your mom says out of nowhere one night.

"What?", you ask to make sure you heard her right.

"I said that you're getting fat. You need to not eat so much, I swear all I do is feed you. You probably got pregnant by some lowlife. When I was pregnant with you I barely gained anything to make sure I still had my looks since I was having a daughter instead of a son like your father wanted.", she says offhandedly.

You clench your fists and try to leave the room.

"Are you even listening to me?! If you respected me as your mother then you would look at me when I'm talking to you!", she yells and walks up you, turning you around to face her.

She sees you deliberately not making eye contact and clenching your jaw, obviously asking for a challenge.

She smirks.

"What? Nothing to say? That's what I thought."

You snap your head up so fast that she flinches.

"Respect you as my mother?! I don't even respect you as a person! The only reason I'm still here is because some stupid, naive part of me thinks I want a relationship with you! I don't have nothing to say, I have everything to say but as soon as I open my mouth I get beaten to a pulp with a belt! I would never want to get pregnant because I can't imagine turning into a jealous, sorry old bitch like y-", you don't get to finish your sentence as a hard slap to the face sends you to the floor.

Your hair gets grabbed to give her better leverage to punch your face and slam your head into the floor once for good measure.

You feel blood rushing down the side of your head as one of your eyes starts to swell.

She leaves you on the floor for a blessed second until she comes back and you hear the familiar sound of leather snapping.

She rips the back of your shirt off and beats your back with the belt as hard as she possibly can.

You don't bother to hold on your screams.

If you're lucky the neighbors will hear and might call the cops.

Might...

Your throat and back are raw by the time she's done.

The police never came, they probably wouldn't have done anything anyways.

She's breathing heavily and forces you to your feet, dragging you outside into the cold night and leaving you in a heap on the concrete porch.

"Maybe a night out here will solve your ungratefulness. I know I didn't raise a disrespectful bitch so you better hope I beat that shit out of you. Without me you're better off dead.", and with that she slams the door.