I yawned as I stretched both of my arms over my head. I looked to my side and smiled when my best friend was still there. He's always there when I need comfort. Usually when my parents fight, I call him and he'd immediately tell me to go over.
But this time my parents left and they haven't returned so he came over to my house.

"How'd you sleep?", Namjoon asked in his tired voice.

"I didn't really sleep", I said.

He sat up and quickly pulled me towards him for a warm embrace.

"Do you want me to make you pancakes?", he asked.

"Just as long as you don't burn them again", I said.

"Hey, that was one time. I was distracted. But I know how to make them now so do you want some or what?", he asked, pretending to be mad.

"Yes I do please", I laughed.

I took a shower as Namjoon made the pancakes. I flinched as I accidentally hit the bruise that was on my side.

Sometimes, when my mom isn't around and my dad is super pissed, he'll beat me with anything that is around him. Namjoon doesn't know about all the abusive moments I had, he only knows about my parents fighting.

"I thought you said you were only gonna make pancakes", I said as I stared at the scrambled eggs and bacon that were lying on a plate.

"Well I know you aren't gonna get full with just pancakes so I took advantage", he said, handing me a plate.

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After we finished eating, we took all the dirty plates and put them in the sink.

We heard the front door open and in came stumbling my drunk father, talking to himself.

My body stiffened as my father froze in front of us, staring at us with angry eyes.

"Who the hell is this??", he asked angrily.

I jumped at his loud voice and started shaking.

"You think you run this house? Wrong. You don't pay for the bills around here. Are you selling yourself to random guys now?? Becoming a whore? Just like your mother", he said.

"With all due respect sir, that's no way to speak to your own daughter", Namjoon said, clenching his fists.

"You don't have the right to tell me how I could speak to my daughter. Is this who you're screwing?? No respect. I don't want that in my house. Pack up your shit and get out of my house", my father said as he walked towards me.

Namjoon lightly pushed me behind him as he watched my father's next move. My father walked into his room and I let out the breath I was holding in.

"Come on. Let's get your stuff", Namjoon said.

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We were on our way to Namjoon's place. He told me I could stay with him for as long as I want.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?", he asked.

"Oooo let's watch a scary movie", I said as I clapped my hands in excitement.

He put in a movie and sat down next to me. I hugged my knees as I felt fear run through my body.

"Don't open the door. Only a stupid person would open it. Don't do it....don't do i-..she opened it.. Namjoon she opened the damn door and now she's dead", I said, as I leaned onto Namjoon's arm.

He chuckled at my reaction of the scene and put his arm over me so I could get more comfortable. I put my legs over his and kept my eyes on the tv.

It got awkward as a steamy sex scene started to play. I swallowed my saliva and shifted around uncomfortably. I glanced over at Namjoon and blushed as he was biting his lip while he stared at the tv. I quickly looked away when his eyes landed on mine. He chuckled and kissed my head.

From the corner of my eye, I can see a bulge forming between his legs. I cleared my throat and felt uncomfortable as the sex scene became more dirty and intimate.

"Maybe we should just skip this part", I said as I leaned over to get the control.

"No", Namjoon said as he quickly grabbed my wrist.

How long is this sex scene? Isn't this supposed to be a horror movie, not a porno?

I felt Namjoon's fingers massage my side and I jumped, forgetting about the bruise that was there.

"Did I scare you?", he whispered. I shook my head.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds. I blushed as the moans that were coming from the tv got louder. Namjoon leaned in and kissed my lips passionately. As soon as I responded, the kiss got more heated.

He sat me on his lap and moved my hips to create friction. I moaned and covered my mouth from the embarrassing sound that came out. He chuckled and lifted my shirt.

"What the hell happened to you??", Namjoon asked as soon as he saw the bruise.

"Oh...um..I tripped and fell on the table in the living room", I said as I looked away.

"That doesn't look like it. Tell me the truth", he said as he put his hand under my chin and lightly pulled me to face him.

"My dad", I muttered with tears in my eyes.

He carefully hugged me, making sure he doesn't hurt me.

"You didn't deserve to go through that. I don't know how parents could do that their own kids. You don't have to go through that anymore. You have me", he smiled softly and kissed me.

"Let's keep watching the movie", he said as he cuddled me onto his chest.
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