Excuses, sorry.

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by k1ttiak

by k1ttiak

Kumi's POV:

I moved the fork around my food, my father noticed. "Eat, Kumi." Looking at him, I smiled tiredly and set the fork down. "I'm not hungry." Just when I went to stand, he gripped my arm tightly which made you gasp. "I said eat, god damnit!" He shouted, my mother looked at me with pity. My tongue slid across my bottom lip, I felt the tears burn my eyes. "I said, I'm not hungry." I closed my eyes tightly and stood up , throwing my hand towel on the table. "Fine, don't eat and because of your attitude, you're grounded." I stared at him in disbelief, shaking my head as I ran upstairs. Slamming my door shut, I trudged over to my punching bag. I began punching, not thinking of putting my gloves on. One hit after another, it goes on for hours. my knuckles were covered in blood and they were damaged pretty badly. It was 2:00AM, I'm exhausted and extremely upset. I sighed heavily and walked over to my nightstand, opening the drawer. I pulled a first aid kit out and sat on my bed, wrapping the bandages around my hand. Laying down, I stared at my roof with my arm supporting my head as a pillow. Now you have to come up with an excuse to your protective mafia boyfriend, Kit.

FROM: RAFAEL
TO: KUMI ND KIT ILYBSM <333