*still Ni-ki's pov*
The next morning I didn't have the energy nor the motivation to go to school at all. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table as soon as I woke up and went straight into the camera app to check how bad my bruises were.
When the camera turned on I saw how my eyes were red and swollen probably from crying myself to sleep the night before.
I had a small bruise on my right eye and a busted lip. It honestly wasn't that bad compared to how It would look during his "bad days"..
I rolled up my sleeve and looked down at my arm, it was covered in bandages so I couldn't see the actual cuts, only the blood that had leaked through. But it hurt like shit, it burned every time I took a breath, every time I moved my arm.
I tried to ignore the pain by scrolling on my phone for a bit.
Until my social media scrolling was interrupted by a loud bang coming from my bedroom door being slammed open, I immediately looked up in fear, only to be met with my fathers eyes staring straight at me.
"You look horrible" he started,
"I'm going on a business trip and will be gone for a few days"
...
"if I find out that you've had anyone over, I'll kill you" I didn't even have time to answer him before he slammed the door once again.
My father worked at a pretty well known company and was pretty well paid. He was very known around the company and had a good reputation. But nobody knows the real truth about him,
That he's an abusive alcoholic.
A couple minutes later I heard the front door close which made me let out a loud sigh in relief,
I'm safe now.
For a while at least..
I felt hot so I took of my hoodie which left me only wearing a black oversized shortsleeve and a pair of red and black checkered pj pants.
I usually never wear short sleeves because of my scars,
I didn't want people at school to think I'm crazy or something..
My father already knows about my self harm, but whenever he sees my cuts he calls me an attention seeker or that I should go deeper next time, so now I never wear short sleeves unless I'm home alone, like now.
After scrolling on my phone for a few minutes I decided to go back to sleep, It felt good falling asleep knowing that nobody was going to storm into my room and punch me.
*Sunoo's pov*
I woke up this morning and did my normal morning routine,
I was happy.
I had such a nice time yesterday with Ni-ki,
I was excited to see him today again at school and introduce him to my friends.
But when i entered the history class (which me and Ni-ki both share)
I didn't see him sitting there at his usual seat next to my window.. Which made my smile quickly turn into a frown.
As the day went on I didn't see him once,
"I guess he really didn't come to school today"
I said quietly before entering the cafeteria, immediately spotting my friends all sitting down at a table. I walked up to the table that they were all sitting at and sat down myself before asking..
"Do any of you know why Ni-ki isn't here today? He was at my house yesterday and seemed fine.."
"No, sorry Sunoo, I've already told you that I don't know him..WAIT HE WAS AT YOUR HOUSE?!" Jungwon answered almost screaming out the last part.
"Yeah, we got partnered up in history for some project and I invited him to my house so we could work on it" I answered calmly,
"Damn.. I haven't even been to your house yet" he said while crossing his arms and pouting his lips in a sad expression before dramatically leaning his head on Jays shoulder.
"If you're that worried about him then you can just go to his house and check up on him yourself" Heesung said before shoving some chips into his mouth.
"That's actually kinda smart, thank you" i said before walking off and towards the library to study.
A few classes later school was finally over for the day. I quickly packed my things and started walking out of the school and towards Ni-ki's house which actually wasn't that far away.
*Ni-ki's pov*
I woke up a few hours later and felt hungry so I got up from my bed and made my way into the kitchen to get something to eat.
I opened the refrigerator only to see that it was empty, not a single piece of food. "He really left me home alone with no food" I scoffed to myself before closing the refrigerator and instead grabbing my phone out of my pocket to call some local pizza place or something.
The pizza person told me that it would take about 20 minutes for them to arrive so I chose to take a shower while waiting. I took of the bandages from my arm and then took of my shirt, I looked myself in the mirror seeing all of the scars on my waist, chest and arms. I traced them with my finger before taking of my other clothes and stepping into the running water.
I winced in pain as the the hot water met my fresh cuts.
The shower only lasted about 5 minutes because I couldn't stand the pain any longer.
I put on the same clothes once again, my pj pants and a t-shirt.
I walked back downstairs and started to look around, I really ain't that familiar with this part of the house. I never went downstairs because of my dad being there and when I actually did it was only to school or on night walks.
It looks disgusting.
There were beer bottles everywhere scattered around the house and because my father was a heavy smoker there was of course cigarette butt-ends all over the living room table.
That's one of the few bad habits that I have "inherited" from my father, together with drinking.
As I just said I also smoke, not as bad as him tho.
I started smoking and drinking when I was about 14 and I have been doing it ever since.
My father started smoking and drinking right after mom died, I guess that's his way to cope. He also smokes weed and does even worse things like illegal drugs.
I do smoke weed but I've promised myself to never do those drugs, I didn't want to turn out like him.
I stood there for a while, thinking, until my thoughts were ONCE AGAIN interrupted by the door bell.
"Finallyyyy" I said as I quickly walked towards the door, not questioning how early they were.
I opened the door, ready to give the pizza man the money that I had in my hand.
But when I looked at the person standing there I froze.
Sunoo..
I looked at him in shock,
what is he doing here?
It was only then that I realized..
*Sunoo's pov*
His arms..
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Sorry for late update, I've been struggling a bit with my own mental health. I'll try to update as often as I can:)
Also! Thank you for reading my story!! I really hope that you like it<33
