Donghyuck's POV

Entering into my household once more, I carefully made my way up the stairs. I gripped onto the staircases painfully as the pain hasn't subsided yet. The hits were still vibrant within my head, and it never made its way out. I limped towards my bedroom as it was wide open; seeing that person I disliked the most staring their snake eyes right at me. I turned my head to not make any eye contact, as I took off my hoodie.

"Where did you go?"

"I was meeting a friend."

"In that state? Stop fucking lying."

I turned to her in agitation and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Why do you fucking care?!"

The hallways were empty and quiet, and the classical music that was swiftly playing on her phone was shut off. Her bangs covered her white, pale face as she smirked gently to then stand up and reply, "I couldn't dare to see my son be hurt could I?"

Son.

That word disgusted me so much that I felt the food starting to make its way up my throat. I held it in barely as I stared outside the window and replied quietly, "Get out. Stay out. Never go near Jisung as well. Because of you.....because of your greed...you ruined my little brother."

"He isn't even your blood-related brother."

"So is everyone else in this damn household. You're a goddamn slut for sleeping around with other men, I'm surprised that he even let you even stay here."

She turned me around in agitation, and I felt a cold, hard slap on my numb cheek. It didn't even hurt. She pushed me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, I was being beaten with a golf club that he has left in my room. The cold air that made its way into my room had brought some comfort onto me, as I bit my lip in hopes to drown out the pain. She had hit me over and over again before she saw the blood forming through my bandages once more.

She threw the golf club across the room, shattering anything that was interfering it. I stumbled to barely look up at her, as she faced down to look at me. She grabbed my chin, tightening it painfully to watch my face distort in pain. She laughed with such excitement and then spat the most vicious words that she could ever say towards me, "I shouldn't have let you in the world. You are always the issue. You're always the problem. I wish you would have never been born into this world."

"Same. I wish you would have never been my mother."

I weakly continued as dangerous tears started to form into my swollen eyes. She never faltered in her expressions, tightening her grasp on my aching chin. "I wish you would have never brought me and left me out in the streets like before. I really hate you."