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FanFic : Fight for you Chapter 7 : " I Will ..."
You came home only to hear a quiet sobbing coming from the living room. You walk in and found out that it was your mom. You touch her shoulder gently and she embraces your hand.
“Omma…what happened?” You are still bewildered with her actions.
“Your…father is…here…” She manages to say.
Just then you can see your father, still drunk, coming from the kitchen. “You! Your mother! Just get your things ready to move out!” He slurs the words out.
“Ahpa! What are you saying?” You confront him. “We live here…”
“Well, not anymore! Hurry up before my girlfriends come!” He lifts up the bottle and starts to gulp the whole thing down.
“Ahpa! This house belongs to my mother and me, too!”
“Oh shut up and leave!” He voice thunders throughout the house.
“No! We won’t!”
“You are not my daughter if you talk to me in that tone!”
“Huh, I never was your daughter... I am my mother’s daughter!”
“You!” He slaps you and comes forward, grabbing your arm.
“Let me go!” He drags you to up the stairs.
“If you are not my daughter than I will show what I do to those who are not my daughters!”
“AHPA! Let me go! OMMA, help me! OMMA!” You hysterically struggle to get away.
He pulls you into the guest room and tosses you on the bed. He rips off your skirt.
“YA!”
Just when he took his belt off, he faints and you see your mother with a bloody lamp in her hands.
“She’s not your daughter anymore…she is all mine!”
You run to your mother and hug her tight. “Omma! You save me!”
“---, are you okay? Did he…already…”
“No, he didn’t yet…omma, lets go before he wakes up…wait, lets tie him up first…because we need time to pack up, okay?”
“Okay…dear, just hurry up…” You and your mother tie him up. After, you pack and your mother hurries you down the stairs with three suitcases of values and clothes
“Omma, why did you pack so much?”
“We are never coming back…you hear me…and call your grandparents so we could stay over there”
“Okay…” You pull out your cell phone and dial so fast that you didn’t remember that you just did it.
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Yoochun reaches for the shot cup and misses it. “Come on, you stupid thing” He was half drunk.
“Yoochun, I think you are drunk enough…” Jae Joong grabs the shot cup away.
“Nah…just wait”
Siwon cell phone rings and he picks it up. “Hee..lo”
“It’s me ---, can I come over…”
“Sure…just playing a little game with Yoochun right now…”
“Okay? See you”
You push your suitcase under the bed. You had a good relationship with them since your father’s parents died before you were born. Your grandparents had the biggest mansion you have seen and you knew that there will always be a place for you there. You open the door to go out.
“Omma! I am goings Siwon’s place!”
“Okay! Make sure you tell his mother that I said hi!”
“Okay!”
You run up to his house and ring the doorbell, while in the rain. *Why does it rain! I didn’t bring an unmbrella!* The gates open steadily and you race up to the house.
“Hi! ---, I thought you had a presentation to work on…” Siwon looks at you.
“Oh…just a night won’t hurt” You brush the water off.
“Come on inside…Yoochun and Jae Joong are here…”
“Okay…I am very piss off today…”
“Okay you can tell me about it after…Yoochun loose!” He said loudly so Yoochun hears what he had just said.
“Whatever! Siwon, you are going down!”
You sit across from Jae Joong and he is reading a Shakespeare book.
“Why are you here?”
“This doofus…drag me out of my studying to see him win this stupid drinking game…plus he got in a car accident…” He slaps Yoochun on the back of his head.
“Hey! You need a break…stop reading that crap!” Yoochun smacks the book out of his hands and it lands in front of you.
“Romeo and Juliet? Sad ending…” You hand it back to him.
“I know…” He searches for the page he was on.
“Siwon…your turn” Yoochun fills the cup with whiskey. You snatch the shot cup and gulp it down. You start to pour another after another and chug it down our throat.
“Ya! ---, I am not going to win when you are drinking it all!” Siwon grabs the bottle back and you quickly yank it back.
“Just a few more…I need it!”
“Whoa, she has never been this depressed…” Siwon backs away knowing that she need to get it over with.
“I win then! Siwon, bee…tt..er luck…nex..xt..time” They both fall at the same moment.
“Yoochun…Siwon?” Jae Joong tries to wake them up.
You are still chugging down the rest of the bottle and finish it before anyone could stop you.
“Siwon, you know what?” You push him. “Ya! I was going to tell you something!” You laugh and start to tear up.
“---, are you okay?” He looks at you and races to your side.
“I…am…okay…” Your mind still on the topic of your father’s betrayal, “I hate him, I hate him!”
“What?! Who?” You head falls on his shoulder. “Can you believe that I hate my own father?”
“No”
“Well, I do…I thought that he at least love my mother for her patience…it’s okay that he despises me…but he cannot do that to my mother…”
“---, maybe it will be better tomorrow…”
“No, it won’t! He is never going to change!”
“Then, why?” He sits you up.
“Because…” You start to sob, but you could not.
The phone rings and Jae Joong answers it. It was Mrs. Choi.
“Mrs. Choi, Siwon is sick and I would take care of him but I need to go home”
“Okay…I will come home tomorrow morning, thank you for at least telling me” She almost hang up the phone.
“Wait…do you know where --- lives?” He writes the address down. “Thank you…”
“Jae Joong do you need help with Siwon…I will get his clothes ready…” You feel dizzy. “Come on…over”
“Okay” He carries Siwon. “Argh, Siwon…you are so heavy…”
You use the wall to guide you to his room. “Here it is…” You got some clothes and took off his shirt. “Siwon…stupid, have to get drunk…how many lies have it been? Huh?” You put raise his hands and pull the shirt in place. “Jae Joong…can you change from here?” He smiles and nods. You run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet.
After, you blackout and Jae Joong looks for you. He finds you out cold in front of the toilet. He gets a towel and wipes your mouth, while you are in his arms. He flushes it and carries down the stairs to his car. He then carries Yoochun.
“I don’t want to go back! Ahpa!” You shake your head, your eyes still closed. “You are not going to do that to me…get away from me! Someone help me! Help me! Please…” Your hands anxiously grab his collar and his heart starts to beat. “Please help me! Please…he is going to rape me! Please!” You tears rain down from your eyes and he wipes it away. “---, don’t worry…I am here” He appears to be in shock, but he continues to comfort you.
“You are…thank you…promise you take me away from here...okay?”
“Yes, I will…” His hand runs through your hair. “I will…”
“Oh…thank you…” You release your grip. “You can be my best friend…I will always have your back, don’t worry…you won’t regret being my best friend…” Your head snuggles into his shoulder. Without anymore words to say, he turns the key.
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