Frost (BTSXOC)

~Introduction~

Hello, my name is Kim Nikki and I'm twenty years old. I have an abusive father and an alcoholic mother. A lot of people think I have a perfect life because my parents are rich. But nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors. No one knows about what goes on in my house... Not even my closest friends. For all they know I'm just a happy person with no struggles or problems in life. All I do when I'm around them is smile and pretend that everything is perfectly fine, even though it's not. After all, that's what I'm best at.

My body is covered in cuts and bruises from when my father hits me. I can't wear shorts and t-shirts because of the number of bruises. Luckily nobody questions why I'm always wearing long pants and long sleeve shirts. My real mother died when I was eight years old. My father tells everyone my mother died of a heart attack. He's a liar. My mother died by being shot through the skull. I know this because I watched it happen. I don't know exactly who killed her. But I plan to find out.

My father, unfortunately, got married to the alcoholic wicked witch of the west. I can't call her by her real name because I'll get screamed and hit. She isn't that strong so it doesn't hurt but quite frankly I don't want to hear her mouth. so I'm stuck calling her mom. Whenever the wicked witch of the west is actually sober she still yells at me for no reason. Me and this bitch don't get along at all. But neither do my "Parents." They are both constantly arguing and if I don't pick a side both of these mother fucker scream at me. If I do pick a side the other will scream at me. I can never catch a break in this hell hole of a house.

I want to tell someone what goes on in this house but I know my two "parents" will convince whoever I tell that I'm lying. But it's okay... I've learned to live with the screaming, fighting, and abuse. I've grown so used to everything that getting screamed at doesn't bother me anymore. Even getting beat doesn't phase me anymore. It's as if I've lost all feelings that humans have altogether. 

Recently I have discovered my father is a mob boss and a drug dealer. The sad thing is that if I can find out, other mob bosses can definitely find out as well. In fact, they have found out because my father isn't very discreet about what he does. In this week alone we've had at least fifteen police and mob bosses show up at our doorstep trying to kill my father. Unfortunately, my father uses me as a human shield so he doesn't get shot. This just proves that he doesn't love or care about me at all. Luckily the people who are trying to kill him won't kill innocent people. But I'm just waiting for the day where they all grow impatient with my father and just start shooting. I really wish a bullet would pierce my skin and go all the way through my body and hit my father. At this point in life, I wouldn't mind dying.

I would love for my life to end...

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Authours Note

Hello, you beautiful people of the internet I just came here to say that this book is explicit so if you don't like cursing then please don't read this book. Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm officially back! So I'm going to edit this book and add to it. Thank you for being patient with me! Kenzie out! <3

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