Author's Note
WARNING! VERY GRAPHIC CHAPTER! I'm sorry:/
7 years ago
(Y/n)'s POV
That's it. She's gone. My mother left. I wake up this morning, hearing tortured sobs coming from my dad's room. I quickly walk downstairs and see a broken coffee cup on the floor, with a pool of dark liquid covering the tile.
On the table, is an opened envelope, with papers sprawled around it. I get a closer look at the papers and see the word divorce. Beside that is a hand-written letter, with my mother's name signed on the bottom.
I don't read it and head upstairs to my father's room. I knock lightly and hear his sobs hault.
"Dad? Can I come in?" I ask. There's no answer except for him sniffling. I slowly open the door, revealing my father slouched in the corner of his room, a beer bottle over turned on the carpet, and tears streaming down his face.
"Honey..." he chokes, "I-I'm sorry. I-I w-wasn't e-e-enough for h-her t-to stay." He cries.
I make my way to his open arms, and allow myself to join in his crying. I snuggle in to his embrace, and we comfort each other for hours.
That's the last time I ever knew my dad.
The next few weeks I come home to him drunk. He downs a case a day, and is never in the mood to talk. He never goes to work anymore and I begin living off money my mom saved in our account to buy a boat. She always loved to fish.
The last day of my junior year, I come home to my father totally out of it. He's slumped over the table, occasionally grunting. I close the door, trying not to make him see me. But, I didn't do a very good job.
"Who is that?!" He yells. He whips around and shows me his drunken expression. Crumbs are strewn in his beard, and his nose is crooked from laying his face on the table for too long.
"Dad, it's just me, (y/n)." I explain.
He begins to slink towards me, stumbling on his way. Thankfully the beer bottles on the ground slow him down, and I try to make my way to the stairs. But he is in the way. And with me trying to make it over there, I've lost my exit through the door.
"Oh, I know it's you, (y/n)!" He growls, and grabs my shoulders, starting to shake them violently, "you're the reason Ji Su left! She's gone because of you!" That's the first time he said her name after she left, and that's when the first blow came.
His fist contacts with my gut, and makes me stumble backwards. He pushes me fully to the ground, and I hit the hard ground.
He kicks me over and over again, starting at the bottom of my legs while screaming, "YOU'RE THE DAMN REASON SHE LEFT!!" He makes his way up my body, the last kick hard against the skull. My vision goes black, and I let out a cry of pain. I see once again, but there are black spots dancing around my vision.
When he sees I'm near to passing out, he spits on me, walking away with a grumble. I crawl up the stairs to my room and lock the door. I make it to my bed, and claw my way up the old mattress. Gripping at my stomach.
The next few months, I would come home and he would beat me. His emotions were a roller coaster, and I never knew which hill we were on. Sometimes, he would get touchy. And grab me in places I would have killed a guy for.
He would force me to do things, and when I refused, he would torture me until I couldn't run away, and tie me up so I would do his bidding.
Stuff that he did was not supposed to be known by your father. It was for the man you love, the one you would marry and spent the rest of your life with. Not a drunken man, a sad excuse for a dad.
I would walk to school with bruises, but no one ever said anything. I would earn some looks of disgust, some of sympathy. My friends stopped hanging out with, except for (b/f). The teachers noticed that I was miserable every day, but none of them said a word.
Thankfully I could escape a few weekends by going to (b/f)'s, but she was really busy with sports.
Everything got worse when I started going to college. I would come home for summers, and he hadn't had anyone to take his anger out on for months. He started to use things to beat me.
He burned me with cigarettes, cut me with beer bottles, and even slashed at my back with a belt.
My second year of college, it got so bad I had to go to the hospital. That's how my grandparents found out. They took me with them, and told the police about my father.
He was placed in jail for thirty years, and I hadn't seen him since. I recovered from the hospital and went home with my grandparents.
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