Chapter 3
Friday
-10:53am-
Joon's Pov
I walk towards the library, eyes focused on the tile flooring beneath me. Once I enter I glance up, searching for my new Economics tutor. In all honesty I don't need one, but my shitty father payed the school a shit ton of money to get me tutored so my grades stay high and I can become an 'amazing' lawyer just like him. My father doesn't even speak to me so why would he care. Whatever. If tutoring keeps me away from 'home' then I'm all for it.
I spot my supposed tutor sitting at a desk in a corner of the library. I sit across from her as she greets me with an enormous smile. "Hey! My names Julia and I'll be your tutor for this semester! You're Min Seung-Joon, right?" She extends her hand for me to shake. "Aren't you from South Korea?! That's so cool what part?!"
She's really loud.
"Call me Joon." I reach into my backpack to pull out my supplies, ignoring her handshake request.
I don't look but because of her sudden silence I can only assume she was taken aback by my cold tone. A typical response from most of the interactions I have with people. After a few moments of silence she finally speaks up. "What happened to your face? It looks like shit."
I slowly look up to meet her gaze and see her studying my face. "What happened to minding your own fucking business?" I look down so she can no longer study my cuts and bruises.
"What happened to not looking like shit in public". I look up to meet her gaze once more, poking the inside of my mouth with my tongue while I squint my eyes in thought. Contemplating whether or not I should roast the fuck out of this chick.
"Aren't you supposed to be tutoring me and not running your goddamn mouth? You don't even know me. So stay out of my business."
She shrugs. "Whatever", smiling once more before opening my textbook and beginning to review chapter one like nothing just happened.
Is this bitch crazy?
***
-12:03pm-
Our tutoring session is finally over and I am mentally exhausted from having to listen to Julia's high pitched voice for an hour.
As I'm walking out of the library I catch Mrs.Jisoo's eye. She smiles and waves at me. "My favorite haksang! How are you?"
"I'm doing well Mrs.Jisoo." I smile back as my heart grows warm. Mrs.Jisoo is like a grandmother to me. She comes off as cold and rude to others but she is an incredibly sweet lady. She gives me a place to stay when I'm afraid to go home and, like today, she's the reason I'm able to eat.
"Here, take this! I made you bibimbap and packed up some pork dumplings for you too! Just like home." She hands me the key to the storage room, her smile never leaving her wrinkled face.
"You're a blessing Mrs.Jisoo." I take the key and walk into the storage room. I place my bag down and sigh, staring at the meal before me. As soon as I sit down my mind begins to wonder.
Who the hell wrote that note and why the fuck are they in my business?
Why is everyone in my business today?
I take the top off the container, the smell of pork filling my nose.
Why the fuck do they even care if I'm hurt? Do they think I'm unable to take care of myself? I'm twenty for gods sake.
Homesickness fills my chest as I take the first bite of my meal. Though, the feeling is soon forgotten.
Do I look weak or something?
Probably. I am weak.
I let this happen to me.
***
-9:04pm-
"Joon?" "Joon wake up, it's 9:00."
I stur out of my sleep and study the room until my eyes find Mrs.Jisoo's. "Thank you for waking me up Mrs.Jisoo, I'll head home now". I say with a smile, standing up from my thin mattress in the corner of the storage room. I grab my things and head to the door.
"Joon?" I turn to face a predictably worried Mrs.Jisoo. "Take care of yourself". My knees hitch.
What is up with everyone today?
"I will, I promise" I smile again and head out of the room, down the hallways to the bus stop.
***
-9:35pm-
After walking for nearly thirty minutes I arrive to my dreaded home in the suburbs of England. That is if you can even call it a home. I let out a sigh of relief once I notice the lights are off in the house.
He must be asleep.
I approach my bedroom and slowly raise my window, being extra careful not to make any noise. I climb in and shut my window back. Changing into my night clothes and laying in bed. I stare out of my window at the moonlight shining in.
Maybe one day it'll all be better.
I hear a creak from behind me and a beam of light slowly fills my room. I quickly shut my eyes and my heart rate rapidly increases.
Fuck, this piece of shit isn't asleep?
I hear footsteps approach me from behind and the stench of alcohol invades my senses. I try to keep my breathing steady to ease any of his suspicions. I feel his hand gently rest on my ankle.
No, please no.
Not again please.
I'll do anything please.
His hand drags up the side of my body. Dipping into my curves, traveling up to cradle my chin. I try to keep myself from shaking.
Go away
Please just go away!
He stands for a few more seconds before walking away. Shutting my door and leaving. But the stain of his touch remains.
It burns.
It fucking burns.
I immediately start to cry and begin scratching at my skin. The flesh between my nails already scarred and sore from the hundreds of times i've done this.
Get off of me, get off!
My hushed cries continue as my tears soak my pillow. I turn to scream into the silk fabric, but my muffled cries are heard by no one.
No one.
I have no one.
***
Wednesday
-9:34pm-
My alarm blasts through my eardrums. I blindly feel around the bed for my phone to turn it off. After successfully doing so, I get out of bed to pick out my attire for the day. An oversized black hoodie and a pair of black sweat pants. I make my way out of my room and to the single bathroom across the house, not expecting to see my Uncle standing at the island in the kitchen.
Why is he still here.
I try to ignore him and hide my terrified expression.
Isn't he supposed to be at work?
"Good morning Joonie." I try to ignore him and keep walking. I make it to the bathroom and as I go to turn the door knob I feel a tug at my shoulder. Before I know it I'm turned around and slammed against the door. I let out a painful groan.
"Aw my poor little Joonie. Ignoring me again? You know what happens when you ignore me. " As he steps closer I can feel his hot breath against my neck.
Is he drinking this early in the morning?
"Please just leave me alone. I need to shower." I try to turn around but he holds me in place.
"Got somewhere to be? What, do you have a girlfriend now or something?" I don't respond. Hoping he'll stop interrogating me and just leave. But of course i'm not that lucky.
He grabs my chin, slamming my head against the door. I try to suppress my whimpers. Crying always makes it last longer.
Whatever you do just don't cry.
"No answer? I asked you a goddamn question Joonie!! You belong to me! Your body belongs to me goddamn it!" He grabs my arms and throws me to the ground. "Who the fuck is she?!" He crawls over me, his face inches from my own.
"I don't have one, please, get off." I try to squirm away but he pins me down by my neck. Tears begin to fill my vision as his grip tightens.
No Joon don't cry, not now.
"So you're lying to me now?!" I feel his fist come in contact with my left cheek. My eyes have given up on holding back tears. I plead for him to stop.
"Please, please no I promise I'm not lying. Please." He ignores my cries. Wearing that stupid grin of his.
Please stop no not this early.
Please let me go.
His grip on my neck tightens more. He leans down to my ear and whispers with his gruff voice. "You belong to me."
He stands up, grabbing his suitcase and heading out the door. But not before turning to me to spit two more words.
"You're pathetic."
Once the beautiful sound of the front door locking fills the room I curl up into a ball on the floor and cry. The familiar burning sensation rising from underneath my skin.
How pathetic.
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