No More Dream

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"Come out come out where ever you are." His deep voice called, a sickly sweet tone making it worse. I shoved myself farther behind our washing machine, thank god I was skinny.

"Come play with me little Yugyeom, I wont bite!" His thunderous laugh echoed, making my breath hitch and I held in my sobs.

"Boss, the kid is gone, probably ran off to tell the cops or some shit." I recognized that voice as my uncles. Why is my uncle talking to the scary man?

"No he isn't, keep looking," the man growled as I heard him leave. A sigh was released and I pressed myself back even more.

"Come on brat I don't have all day," he grumbled, his footsteps getting closer. Why is my uncle looking for me? Where's my mommy?

Seconds later the machine was ripped away and I had a metal thing pressing against my head. "Boss I got em!"

I sobbed harder, my uncle grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me onto the cold tiles.

I looked up at the scary man, his eyes covered by long blonde hair. "Where's m-my mommy-y?"

He laughed, kicking my face with his business shoe. "Worthless brat. Why did Maeshin even protect your skinny ass?"

I felt the world start to turn and then someone's foot on my stomach, slowly squeezing the air from my lungs.

They beat me until I could only hear their laughs, my eyes blurred from tears and blood.

"You could have been a cute little boy, but that's over now." My uncle whispered, grabbing my practically dead body and throwing it against our blue painted wall.

"Goodbye Yugyeom."




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