Don't leave me (BTS NAMJOON FANFIC) [Completed]

Chapter 1

"Zeyra, wake up. I have to go to work now.", said my mothers soft voice as she kissed my forehead. "Hurry and get up before your father does. I have already prepared breakfast for you two. Please take care of the dishes.", my mother leaves my room without another word.

I take a look at the time. 05.30 o'clock. Still half a sleep I get up and take a shower. I hear my father eat breakfast as I get dressed. After my father finishes I enter the kitchen and do the dishes while I have a piece of toast with some scrambled egg.

As soon as I cleaned my teeth, dried my hair and put on some makeup I do the laundry. I quickly check the time before I start ironing. Shit. It's already 07.00 o'clock. I need to hurry.

Still sleepy I watch some news on tv and do the ironing. My father comes and lies all over the clean washing. He glares at me with an evil grin on his face. Why is he like this. Why can't my mom leave him already?

Without changing a word with him I finish the ironing and put away all the clothes. Then I get ready for school. As soon as I graduate I'll get a proper job and go to university as well. I'll take my mon with me. This fucking dick can stay all alone.

At 07.30 o'clock my father leaves the house and goes to work. I quickly hoover the kitchen and the living room. Thank goodness we don't have a carpet on the floor like most english houses do.

08.30. The bus is late again so I just decide to take the tube instead. Just on time I arrive at school. In a hurry I go get my math books at my locker and enter the classroom. Like every day no one talks to me or even looks at me. But I'm used to it and honestly I don't need any friends.

Since my best friend Mary moved to America back in preschool no one ever talked to me again. I don't even have contact with Mary anymore. We were just 5 when she moved away. 12 years have passed since then and I promised myself to never trust someone again.

Back in preschool kids used to bully me for living in a rich household but going to a normal school and for being so clumsy.
Today I am still very clumsy but I at least don't get bullied anymore. People here just ignore me. It's like I'm air.
Whatever, I don't need friends.

Class is so boring. I kind of figured out that I just need to look at something and I can already memorise it. So like I don't need to understand maths to be able to score full points in the exams. It's pretty cool but sometimes I'd also like to study hard for some exams. Nevertheless I'm always bored in class.

At lunch I just sit in the class room and watch the typical London traffic. I never eat lunch because I try to loose weight. But I'm not hungry anyway.
After school at 15.00 I rush to the Ritz hotel because my shift starts at 15.30. As usual I make it just in time.
I serve many celebrities in the restaurant. International ones such as national ones.

"Well done, Zeyra! You're getting better each day.", I bump into my boss just before I wanted to leave through the back door. "Thank you, sir.", my voice sounds a little hectic but I do need to hurry. "See you tomorrow! Have a nice evening.", says my boss and goes back into his office.

It's just about to rain when I enter the McDonalds across the road to where I live. "Good evening Zeyra! Thank god you're here today. It's as busy as ever.", says Yana, my 2 year older coworker, when she sees me. I wave at her and disappear in the changing room. I quickly put on my working clothes and help Yana out at the counter. It's a busy night today but no wonder, it's friday evening.

In our break I have a good conversation with Yana. She's my only friend since I started working here 2 years ago. Basically Yana is like a sister. Though she goes to university she is still my only friend. But I am also her only friend. Somehow it's okay to not have any other friends for us because we know we have each other and we're here for another.

Tired I fall on my bed. Usually my shift at the McDonalds is from 20.30 to 22.00 but today I had to leave early. I went unconscious. Sometimes this happens to me because I only drink water the whole day and don't eat anything.

"Zeyra! Come here! Now!", yells my father and I quickly stand up and go to the living room. "What is it?", I ask and sit opposite of my father on the other sofa. "Bring me my dinner. And a beer!", he's completely concentrated on the rugby match that is on tv right now.

"Hello honey. Did you have a good day?", my mom gives me a smile and I smile back. "Yes. As usual. How about you? I hope you didn't over work yourself.", I'm always very concerned about my mother because she works as a doctor in a hospital. So she obviously has loads of work to do there and often doesn't sleep enough.

"Oh dear, don't worry. Today was a good day. I got to finish most of my work.", even though my mom is smiling I can see how tired she is. I grab a plate with rice and curry and carry a beer in the other hand. I bring both to my father. "Finally. This took you way too long.", he grabs both and starts to eat.
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My mother is Indian but she grew up here in London. My father is english and an alcoholic. Though my mom always tells me that when she met my father he wasn't like this but since I was born he got strange. I guess he just doesn't like children but for me that's no reason to abuse his child.

Yes. He abuses me. He hits and bullies me. But I don't care as long as he leaves my mother in peace. Even though he gives me little money for food and clothes each month I still have 2 part time jobs in order to save enough money for when I move out.
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I have dinner with my mom at the table and have a good conversation with her about funny stories from her and my childhood. I love my mother a lot. Even though she's always working we still get to spend a nice time with each other. My mom is like a best friend to me. I can tell her anything.

After dinner I help my mother do the dishes and dry the laundry. Then I get ready for bed and read my favourite book about Korean literature. I enjoy reading literature. It's all so poetic.

At 23.30 I decide to go to sleep. My eyes were falling down while I was reading.
I have a weird dream with some asian guy. It's all blurry and messy so I can't really tell what it was about the next morning.
I again wake up to my mothers soft voice.

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1249 words. Few. Thank you so much for reading this and please excuse my bad english :'D I hope you enjoy my story so far and that you continue to read it ^^