i hate you | xiuchen |

5

"again, thank you." I said as I got out of minseoks car. He smiled brightly while I closed the door and turned my back. He waited until I got in my family's house to drive away, so caring.
and hell begins again once i step foot into the dining room.
"jongdae. you're late." my step father spoke as he stood at the kitchen counter.
"sorry, I had some work to finish." lies.
he scoffed, not even noticing the bruises across my face. he doesn't care about me.
I walked up stairs to my room and set my bag down by the door. I closed the door quietly and plopped down onto my bed, taking my phone out of my front pocket.
hesitating, I chose not to text minseok, knowing that he's probably still driving right now.
after I take a shower I guess I'll text him.