Warning this has bad language and violence. There are most likely a load of spelling errors and punctional mistakes.
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Kyung didn't like moving. He had done it so often that it was starting the get boring. The first time he had moved house was when he was getting picked on in middle school. Being a genius in maths and excelling in science and English made you a target for bullies. His parents became stressed about his situation so they moved.
The second time he moved was when his parents got devoiced. He and his siblings went with their mother to a small town on the outskirts of Busan. However only two years went by before his mother couldn't cope with looking after three child. Kyung and his siblings had no other choice but the move in with their father.
For the first time in a while it seemed like things where starting to look up. Kyung had settled down in his new school and he was starting to make friends. He had found the happiness that he thought that he would never get again, but like everything else the happiness soon vanished without a trace.
It had been unusually cold that night and it had been tipping it down with rain. Kyung, who was only 13 at the time, was slouching on the sofa in the living room with a book in his lap. It wasn't long before his sister, Saehim, and brother, Chan, joined him.
"Dad sent another message saying that he's going to be later then normal." Saehim throw her phone onto the sofa before picking up the TV controller and turning it on. She flipped over onto the news channel and setted herself down next to her brother.
Chan was sitting in the arm chair across from the TV flicking through his music sheets. He had a really important flute recital in the next coming month and his teacher had given him and new piece to practice.
"Do you know when he'll be back," Kyung raised his eye brows and he flicked his gaze from the TV to his sister.
"I don't know. He just said that he was staying out late,"
"Knowing him he's probably with that whore."
"CHAN! Don't you dare say something that again, Zay is not a whore. She's just a very pretty lady who work part time at a nightclub." Their dad had been seeing a lot of ladies ever since the devoice and one that he was currently with was called Zay. She was half Korean and half English. Kyung didn't have an issue with her. She was a bright woman and she made his dad happy, which was the most important thing in his mind. Yet his brother was finding it hard to open up to her. But Kyung didn't blame him. Chan had been so close to their mother and didn't even agree with the idea of living with their dad. Ever since their mother was placed in a mental hospital Chan had withdrawn himself from society. He was always a loud child, louder then Kyung and that's saying something. Zay's job as a park timer at a nightclub just didn't sit right with Chan.
"I've seen her with other men, Sae. I've seen her kissing other guys and going off into bars and motels. She's a fucking bitch that is cheating on our dad. Yet everyone is blind to see what is really going on. Now if you are done defending that thing I'm going to bed. It's getting late and I'm not waiting for that good for nothing man, that we happen to call father, to get home."
Kyung watched as his brother snatched up his music sheets and stormed up the wooden stairs. The house wasn't the nicest but it was liveable. His father was only on benefits so they didn't have a life of luxuary.
"That kid needs to learn how to behave. He's not going to get anywhere in life if he doesn't let go of the past."
This was starting to become a regular thing now. Their family was falling apart. Arguments were always heard in the Park household and Kyung didn't like it one bit. He couldn't remember the last time he and his siblings actually got along for more then 10 minutes before something came up.
"Don't be so hard on him Sae. It's been tough for him. It's been tough on all of us but he's the only one that hasn't gotten over to what happened to mom." Kyung kept his voice soft and quite. Avoiding an argument with his sister was top priority. His sister was way better at arguing then he was.
"Don't even Kyung. I'm not in the mood." And with that his sister stood up and went to her room.
Kyung had been reading his book for a few more hours after his siblings had gone to bed. He was just about to turn the page when the front open burst open and slammed shut. There was no doubt in his mind that his father was back. The smell of alcohol and smoke wafted past the boy's nose as his father staggered into the living room. It was clearly obvious that his dad had been drinking.
His father marched over to where he was sitting and towered over his body. He reached down and grabbed Kyung's arm hoisting him to his feet. "Son." The latter tried not to cough as the smoke and alcohol from his father's breath almost suffocated him. "Don't you ever get in a relationship."
Kyung could feel the grip tightening around his arm. He was sure that he would get a buries there if he didn't let go any time soon.
"W-Why?" he was slightly scared to asking.
"That bitch, that fucking bitch. She cheated Kyung. She fucking cheated on me Kyung. That's why."
He was starting to get scared now. He fathers face was right in his. Kyung tried to move out of the father's grip but to no avail.
"I'm sure you c-can find someone else," his voice got caught in his throat.
"I give up."
"…"
"Aren't you going to give me any help?" his voice was raising
"…"
"I thought you were the smart one but I guess you're just as stupid as your mother."
Before Kyung could even process what he was doing he had used his free hand and had punched his dad in the face. A bookcase was knocked over as the older man stumbled back, his arms out straight as he tried to regain his balance. The look his father gave him was cold and lifeless. A trickle of blood had made its way to the corner of the his father's mouth. Using the back of his hand he wiped it away.
"You shouldn't have done that boy."
The older pushed forward and placed his hands around Kyung's neck. Kyung gasped as the hands gripped harder. Stars were appearing in the corners of his eyes and he could feel his head pounding. He needed oxygen.
"Say sorry or say goodbye,"
Black spots joined the stars in Kyung field of vision. Nothing was making sense anymore. He couldn't think straight. Words were coming out of his father's mouth but they weren't reaching his ears. He tried to use his hands to push his father away but they weren't responding.
Suddenly the air and light came rushing back as his body dropped onto the floor. He barely had any strength left. His eyes were refusing the open and the darkness quickly took him
Kyung didn't remember what happened after that. All he had been told was that his sister came down and saw what was going on. She used a frying pan and had smashed his father over the head with it. They called the police and his father was taken away. Kyung had woken up in a hospital was a bandage around his neck. The police had sent him and Chan to different foster home. His sister was lucky enough to get accepted into university. After 3 years of living in a foster home, and at the age of 16, Kyung was able to leave. So he did. He tried to find his brother but he didn't have any luck. Kyung found a small apartment in a rough area of Seoul. He had also managed to get into a new school. When he wasn't in school he was working shifts at a local restaurant. He had started of as a dish washer but was quickly promoted to waiter. Kyung needed a fresh start and he was going to do it on his own. He had learnt that other people were the issue here.
Maybe this was the moment that Kyung's life would start to look up again. Kyung could only hope for the best.
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