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"slut!"
"eunha, s–stop. you're pulling my hair"
"shut up, slut!"
a hand met my skin as she slapped me once more.
"i fucking told you to stop meeting him! i said to never associate with jeongguk!"
but i don't want to. i don't want to let him go, i don't want to lose him like i lost father.
"what do i have to put inside that brain of yours to make you understand?"
I've had enough of it all. am i really going to stay like this forever? am i going to be just a pushover, fuck it. i don't care what happens.
"what does this si—"
"shut up, you bitch"
her eyes widened and her hand that almost slapped me, stopped.
"i don't get why you have to be so insecure. i don't get why you have to make me stop meeting him—you like him, then befriend him! why would you have to stop me! Yo—"
"shut up, you slut! i don't give a fuck to what you want to say, stay away from him or el—"
"or else what?! you're going to run to mother?! you're going to make my life a living hell? Isn't this already hell?! what is it that you want, fucking tell me and make me unders—"
"i want you dead!"
my mouth twitched and i had the urge to laugh a sarcastic one.
"the feeling's mutual"
whatever happens, this time i won't be just a crybaby. i'm sick of being weak, being pushed over—even if i get hurt, at least i know that i am right.
