"Shh" Reader X Lee Minho

A door slammed and I checked the clock. Damn. He's getting earlier. Six o'clock. Closing the door as quietly as I could, I sank down to my knees burying my head in my legs, I cried silently. The only sound I could hear was the crashing of beer bottles and distant yelling. It was becoming a usual habit. In the beginning it was once or twice a month. Now it's getting more and more frequent and more and earlier. I pull out my laptop and try to drown out my fathers noise with anything. I pulled up YouTube and clicked on the first playlist that popped up. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the door, tears streaming down my face as I fell asleep to the failed attempts of canceling out the sounds of my drunkard father.

This is my first story and I don't even know if I'll finish it. Updates irregularly