|𝒮𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓜𝓮 |

dead beat

Trigger Warning for this chapter: Abuse

The rest of the weekend you spent relaxing and cleaning, so your father wouldn't make a fuss when he got home. You heard him arrive at around three in the morning on Monday. Playing asleep when he entered your room, trying not to face him. You could tell he's very intoxicated.

"Y/n, wake up." His stern voice bouncing off the walls of your room.

"Y/n. Wake up." He repeats in a darker tone.

You still pretended to play asleep praying to a god you didn't believe in. You felt your father pull your feet towards him and you let out a ear piecing scream. A harsh sting was felt across your left cheek; you felt tears begging to be released. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry and you hold your tears back.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you out of your room. He threw you down the stairs each step hurting your body increasingly more. You knew the bruising was going to start forming soon and you'd need to buy more concealer to cover them up.

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, you hear his heavy footsteps following down the steps. You attempt to crawl away, knowing he hasn't even started his real attack. He pulls your hair once again bringing you face level and you wraps his large hands around neck cutting off your air way. He keeps doing this until to slowly stop fighting back, you get light-headed.

Your almost limp body dropped to the floor and he continuously kicks you in your rib cage repeatedly. You try to grab his ankle hoping to stop the aching pain all over your body. He uses his other foot and continues to kick you. Once you could barely move, he gets a rough grip on your neck and he slaps you again. He lands a punch on your mouth causing lips to crack and bleed. He shoves you against the closest wall and looks at you in disgust.

"Learn to respect me, you little bitch." He spits at you and walks to his room.

You lay there for what seems to be forever, waiting for the pain to go away. You know that if you don't make him food for his work in the morning, he'll just hurt you even more. The sun starts to rise while you're still laying on the floor not being able to move.

You finally are able to bring yourself off the floor and make your so called 'father' breakfast. You make some slightly burnt eggs and with some waffles with powdered sugar. Staggering to your bedroom knowing damn well you should be at school.

I hear my father go downstairs and eat and I hide in my closet, cause I know he will check my room to make sure that I was at school. The door handle jingles, he opens your room door. Peeking from the closet, you make sure he's not coming your way. He exists your room and you wait until you hear him drive off to come out of hiding.

I walk to my bathroom and look in the mirror. I was still wearing the red tube top and shorts from when I saw Taehyung yesterday. Bruises were scattered all over my body, my cheeks still had a slight red and purple hue. Dried tear stains laid on my once clear skin and my lips were chapped and busted. My collar bones were a mixed of bruises from my dead beat dad and some hickeys from Taehyung. I slowly traced the ones Taehyung gave me trying to hold on to the good memory.

I step into the shower once again and tried to shower with steaming water. However, the water was too hot, which caused your bruises to sting even more than they already did. Tears streamed down your face, disappointed in how weak you were. You let him throw you around like a rag doll and you couldn't do anything to stop it. The tears seemed to be a endless stream. You stay in the shower until you've calmed down. You wash your body, hair, and face feeling a bit better now that the blood was gone.