Can't Escape -2 [Kim Taehyung]

Chapter 11

(Her darkest past)

Laying down at the side he closed his eyes for a while but afterwards he kicked her body making it fall on the floor hitting the coffee table.

Flashback
Y/n: daddy stop it hurts

She cried ruthlessly as the 8 year old girl kept on getting hard beatings from her dad. She clutched her body into the floor as the plastic pipe hit her body. Her skin was red as her body looked pale. She shivered every time she felt the harsh slam over her body. She closed her eyes and wished for her mom to come back and take her back, take with her. Take her towards the land of death. Ever since she has been grown up to 2 years old she has been badly abused by her dad for the blame of killing her mom. For killing the love of her dad's life.

She shivered as she felt her body turning its ways and dragging her towards the dark room. "Daddy please don't" she cried as her father threw her inside the room, the room where she has experienced fear and unloved rather than anything else. She shivered as the cold floor touched her half bare skin. With the slam of the door it clicked indicating it's locked. Her hands stretched as she stood up holding the door handle pulling it, trying to open it up so she could go out towards her room and lock herself to sleep. She screamed and banged the door but it didn't open. She opened her fist and looked at the eraser. She took money for one eraser and for taking that money now she is locked inside the room which was badly dark even though sun shined brightly outside. She rested her head on her knees and looked at the little rays which were able to come inside the room but were not able to bright it up.

Litttle Y/n: mommy....daddy hurted me again. And it hurts. I don't want this.
She said and cried.

Going through abuses made everything worst for her as she tapped her feet and waited the door to open while crying. At first she feared this room a lot, fear of being eaten by ghost but after she got little older she started handling herself and her mind by saying those doesn't exist inside her house. But sometimes it failed at worst. Panicking after being inside for a lot of time she started moving here and there barefoot. Cries with scream left her lips as she felt glass piercing through her skin. She held her foot and sat on the floor holding the wound tight to prevent bleeding. After 3 hours being locked the door opened as she looked at front to see her dad resting his body against the door frame.

Y/n's Dad: out now.
He ordered as she stood up and walked with her wounded feet. Standing in the living room she looked at her smoking cigrattes. As her eyes met his she was called to sit next to him. With a lot of fear and tension rising insider her she walked towards him and sat beside him, he looked at her. She looked at him innocently as her dad slightly moved forward kissing her forehead.

Y/n's dad: you look just like your mommy and I loved ruining your mom with love at nights but I didn't expect I will get bad luck at last. But your face....

He said and started touching her body. He was out of his mind. Y/n whimpered as she felt touches around her.

Little Y/n: daddy
She said as she got pushed to the sofa with him hovering over her tiny body. She looked at him innocently as her eyes were still glassy. Her dad's hands started to open her clothes as she slightly pushed them as she didn't feel right. She kept on pushing his hands but she stopped when she felt a tight slap around her cheeks. Without any words her tiny body laid naked in front of him with his hands touching her shamelessly. She had started crying loudly but it didn't affect him. Most of the dads are called superheroes because they protect their child like a fictional hero does to save the world, but still some of the dads were the worst....they needed pleasure from their own child and Y/n's dad was part of it.

She cried, shivering, holding her body as she looked at her bleeding. Her dad was already asleep in his room but she cried there in pain with a thin piece of cloth covering her body. Getting raped by her own father felt like being pushed down the cliff more than eight times. She sobbed and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. It was her mother and father. She stopped crying and looked at her mom.