Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

18. Lying

Oh God. Please save me.

My mother opened the door. Her facial expression said it all. She was angry. Very angry. I could tell by the furious look on her face that fire was about to rain down on me. A chill ran down my spine.

"Where were you?"

"I was at a friends house."

She opened the door to let me inside and then slammed it shut.

"Which friend?"

"L-Layla."

She narrowed her eyes into slits.

"Stop lying."

And with that, the sound of slap ricocheted off the walls of the damned house. She slapped me. My cheek felt like it was on fire. Tears brimmed into my eyes and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

I won't cry. Not now. Not because of her.

"I'm not lying."

Another slap.

Now the tears were freely escaping my eyes and stinging my red cheeks.

She grabbed my wrist in her hand. Her hold was so tight that it hurt and I was sure that it was gonna leave purple bruises on my wrist and I'd have to hide them again from my father and Layla.

She pushed me into my room and locked the door.

"Bitch."

I fell on the floor with a hard impact. And I kept lying there in a foetus position, letting the tears escape my eyes.

I hate her.

She was a monster.