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Taehyung's POV

I was coming back home from school that there is where my drunk mother was probably waiting for me.

My mom started getting drunk when I was 6 years old she is always saying that my father's death is my fault and beating me up, it hurts me a lot but I'm used to it

I checked the time fuck I'm late I started running as fast as when I stepped in to my front door I'm scared to go inside
But I have to so I took the keys from my pocket and started unlocking the door they're she was in a chair and with a half empty bottle in her hand

"We're have you been?"
I'm too scared to answer her

"When I'm talking to you YOU HAVE TO ANSWER ME WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" she yelled " i was with my friends" I lied " Come on you don't have any friends why would someone want you to their friend!?" She said and slapped me I'm to weak and that made me fall on the ground

"See you are to weak to fight!" She said laughing
"Now! Go to my room and wait there" I was still in the ground
"NOW!" she yelled and I tried to go as fast as I could and waited to her room

After a few minutes she came while smirking she slowly started taking off her clothes "mommy what are you doing?!" I started crying "come on Taehyung-ah you are a man aren't you?" I started crying harder and pushed her off me then she looked at me and spoke "you little slut what did you do?!" She said and took her belt from a chair

SMACK

"AAAHHHH" I cried "everything is you're fault do you hear me!?"
"You are like you're father!"

SMACK

"He left us!"
"He left ME!"
I cried harder to every hit, the one was harder than the other
"P-please p-please mom stop"

"YOU ARE A MISTAKE DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

"AAAHHHHHHH"

She took off my shirt then pulled me into my room and threw me into the cold ground I'm bleeding and it hurts so much

"Stay here you brat and I don't wanna see you again!" She yelled
I stayed in the ground and cried myself to sleep






This is my first chapter sorry its not really good

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