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*tw// emotional and physical abuse* 

Yuri threw the phone aside as she flopped down onto her bed. 

She hated it in here. She missed her home. She missed her grandparents, and her friends in her old school back in Daegu. She wanted nothing more than leaving this foster home of hers and escaping into the happiness of her own world. 

It had been four years since her grandparents died of old age, and three years since she'd started living with her new adoptive parents. Even then, she'd never forgotten the warmth of her grandmother's arms as she slept with her in the night. She also still remembered how it felt with her grandfather's arms around her when they'd sit together in the evenings to binge watch random old and new movies. 

She thought back to her conversations with Heeseung. He seemed like a really fun guy. Besides, he was only a year older than she was. At least she hoped so, cause she believed he wasn't a pedo. 

She liked talking to him. Everyone else she talks to, treats her with pity. Pity out of being an orphan and being mistreated by her adoptive parents. Everyone knew of it, somehow. But none dared to ask her about it, out of fear of how she'd react. 

With her best friend, Hana's help, she learned to block out every little whisper that secretly echoed through her university locker halls every time she'd pass by them. Where everyone else fake sympathized with her, Heeseung didn't know anything about the girl behind the screen, and thus talked naturally how anyone would talk to a girl. Or in his case, a boy. 

Yuri's lips curled into a smile as a single tear slipped past her eyes, rolling down her cheek. She regretted lashing out on the poor boy. He didn't even know her and she'd probably already made him hate her. 

He's probably blaming himself for everything right now. She just knew it. It wasn't his fault that she'd been so moody and rude to him when he was merely teasing an online friend of his. 

"Ugh, what the fuck do I do now?" she muttered to herself as she buried her face into her pillow. 

Right then, there was a loud knock on her bedroom door, startling her. She hugged her pillow close as she sat up with a worried whimper. 

"I-it's open," she called out softly, and the door swung open. 

"Yuri! How many times do I have to tell you that you're supposed to earn your own food in this household? We have adopted you and are raising you for your own good, right?" Yuri's adoptive mother, Mrs. Kim, said, and she nodded. "The fact that you have a roof above your head and plenty of food and comfort in this house is a privilege! And no one gets that privilege for free, do you understand?" 

Yuri knew where this was going. This wasn't the first time she was hearing this. 

"How much did you score for the last exam?" She asked, anger evident in her tone. 

"I-it wasn't an exam," Yuri muttered, hanging her head low, fiddling with her fingers. 

"What was that? Say that again." 

"It wasn't an exam. It was just a revision test, Eomma," she answered, and then the room froze for a minute before Yuri felt a harsh slap against her left cheek. It took her by surprise as she fell off the bed, her legs scraping against a few books under her table. 

"Don't you dare talk back at me, Yuri. You pathetic little bitch. I told you that I won't let you inside my house without a hundred percent on all your exams, and you come to me with a ninety-two? Shame on you! How will I ever face my friends with a daughter like you! Oh wait, you're not my daughter cause your stupid parents left you before you could even open your eyes to the world," she mocked, and a tear rolled down Yuri's cheek at the mention of her deceased parents.  

"And now," Mrs. Kim suddenly pulled her hair and made her stand up from the floor, "I am your mother, and you will listen to me. Alright?" She looked into Yuri's eyes and growled in anger. 

"Y-yes, E-Eomma." Yuri could hardly talk, considering the pain she was feeling all throughout her body. 

Mrs. Kim then let her hair go as she collapsed onto the floor with a thud. Leaving her there, Mrs. Kim stormed out of the room, shutting the door loudly. Yuri coughed and lay on the ground, her hair all over her face and tears staining her cheeks, her eyes all red.  

She felt weaker each day, and it hurt her that no one could save her from this wrath. 

She knew that even if she turned eighteen and tried to leave the house, her adoptive parents wouldn't allow it. They wouldn't legally support it. 

It was hopeless. 

She thought she'd survive. But now she realizes that she won't. 

She wouldn't survive this unless a miracle happened. 

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[A/N]

Welp—

Sorry... I guess? 

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