Crazy Over You

CHAPTER 50

JENNIE'S POV

"Chores! They were chores! How can you be so pathetic as to get mad at what almost every child has to do?"

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"Forcing me to clean the whole fucking house all by myself while you and Bambam got to go out to do whatever the hell you liked is not a fucking chore! And if I ever got even a stupid smudge on your mirror or furniture, you'd lock me in my room and starve me while your snake ass tells Bambam that I deserved it!"

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"You did deserve it! You were rude and undisciplined, you yelled and screamed, you wouldn't smudge furniture, you'd wreck it because you could keep your emotions in check, and you were always locked up in your room anyway!"

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"My parents had just died, you bitch!"

They didn't see me standing there by the entrance; they were too busy shouting at each other. I watched them, nonetheless. I observed the way their cheeks flushed in fury, their brows pushed together in a furrow, their nose scrunched up in a snarl, their mouths wide, their teeth bared, and I continued to watch, wide-eyed, as the scene unfolded

"So did my sister! But I wasn't some bumbling, destructive mess!"

"You've got to be the stupidest bitch ever! I was ten! How else was I supposed to act? An adult? Are you fucking joking!"

The aunt flustered a bit until she reigned herself back and glowered

"Look at you! You still act as you did back then! Getting all temperamental at what happened in the past! You're still unable to control your immature outbursts!"

"Maybe if you weren't such an apathetic bitch, I wouldn't have this problem!"

It was getting difficult to concentrate

"You're always looking for someone to blame! Have you ever thought that it's your fault you're like this!"

"Oh, please! Tell me exactly why you believe it's my fault that I think you're a despicable wench!"

Should I stop them?

No, I shouldn't

I should

Shouldn't

"The same reason why nobody wants to be near you! You were too much to handle, to begin with, and no matter what anyone did, you still reminded as an indignant, problematic child!"

I stepped closer

"What the hell is your problem! No matter what I did, you still treated me like shit, anyways! It's not fucking wonder your man left you, too! Lucky for him to realize how much of an insufferable, pretty bitch you are before getting himself involved even further with you!"

A brutal, resounding slap vibrated through the air

She slapped Lisa

"That man..." The aunt murmured. "That goddamn bastard of a man was your father--cheated on me with my sister while I was four months pregnant with his son, and he didn't even know about it" A hysterical laugh wrecked the air. "I'm so glad that they finally killed themselves because now their wretched existence won't be near Bambam. And you know what? I should be thanking you for being born and wrecking their already impoverished life!"

A stick broke. A string snapped

And Lisa fell silent

"Go ahead and try to assault me!" The aunt taunted. "Getting yourself into more trouble is all you're ever good at"

I punched her

I grabbed her head and slammed it on the counter

She fell with an alarming scream, but I stepped on her head, ramming her face against the floor until I flipped her over and began punching her batted skull

It wasn't Miyeon

Miyeon wasn't the one who caused the most pain

Miyeon wasn't the one who caused the excruciating torment to wreck Lisa's face

Miyeon wasn't the one who caused Lisa to bestow the most afflicted, agonizing expression, wrought with staggering disbelief, anguish, and torture

It was the aunt

It was her father

But one of them is already dead

My fist rammed onto her face

My hands grabbed glass cups and plates and smashed them on her

My leg drove into her stomach

My foot kicked her back

My elbows slammed into her arms

Her skin bruised and bled

Her throat screamed

Her bones shattered

Her lungs staggered

But she managed to hurt me and hurled a fist on my casted foot

Pain shock through my toe, slowing me, but I ignored it

"JENNIE! STOP!!"

I ignored Lisa's yells as I brought the aunt up and dragged her against the counter before my foot landed on her with tremendous force

I ignored the cacophonous cries as her body crashed onto the cabinets

I ignored the aunt's pleas, fake, deceitful pleas, as I kicked her, punched her, shoved her, scratched her until finally, she collapsed

I found my backpack

I found my shovel

I went on top of her

And I rammed my tool down on her head

But I missed

And my head began to hurt

A resounding ring vibrated through my ears, my vision blurred, my body felt heavy and before the shadows covered my eyes, I saw a finger missing from the aunt's hand

After that, I fell

At least I got the pinky