Baekhyun stood in the middle of the living room, his mother and father glaring daggers at him. "Well, look what the cat dragged in… alive," his mother scoffed as she turned her head away. She couldn't stand to look at his face anymore.
Baekhyun looked at his mother and father, feeling more hurt than ever by them. He wanted to ask them why they weren't happy to see him, but then again, they might tear him down even more. Baekhyun sniffled, feeling the tears prick his eyes, but he forced the feeling down until he heard what his parents had to say next.
They'd begun to argue with one another, pointing at Baekhyun furiously. "Why'd you want to keep him?! Why couldn't I just have aborted him like I so desperately wanted to," his mother screamed, covering her face. "I'm ashamed that came out of my body!"
His father was no better as he huffed, angrily. "I only wanted a boy! I didn't think he'd turn out to be a god damned freak," he shouted, gesturing toward Baekhyun. Baekhyun could feel the stings of their words pierce every fragment in his vulnerable heart. They didn't have to direct their anger toward Baekhyun the way that they were- Baekhyun feeling every little bit of hatred they harbored.
"Is that how you guys honestly feel," he asked, tears in his eyes as he looked back and forth between his mother and father. It was the first time in a while they'd heard his voice, and it sounded so very hurt. "That's okay," he stated, blankly. "Because I've always wished that I'd never been born," he whispered, a single tear cascading off his face.
But his father was in no mood to deal with him as he grabbed Baekhyun's arm roughly, pulling him up slightly, angling his body as he rushed him up the stairs. Before he was rushed up the stairs though, he could see the hurt look on his mother's face from his harsh comment.
In his room now, his father threw him against the wall as he slammed and locked the door. Harshly grabbing Baekhyun by the front of his shirt, and shoving him further against the wall, he sneered. "What makes you think you have the right to try and make us feel bad? She never wanted you, big deal. A lot of parents don't want their kids," he stated, harshly. "Just be glad I talked her out of that decision, which I really regret doing now that you've shown your true colors," he stated, lifting Baekhyun's feet from the ground.
Baekhyun stared blankly at his father, the sting of his words pressed on top of the older wounds. "You don't know me. You don't understand what I go through every day of my life. All the silent agony and depression, you don't understand at all," he whispered, tears brimming his eyes still. "And I don't think you ever will," he whispered quietly as the tears slid softly down his face. "You were horrible parents for never trying to understand what was wrong with me."
His father slapped him, hard across the face as he threw Baekhyun to the floor, harshly. Baekhyun pushed himself up from the ground, only to have his father's foot slam into his back and shove him back onto the ground. "You stay there like the dirt beneath my shoes, do you understand," his father yelled, moving closer to Baekhyun's face. Baekhyun hated to admit that he was intimidated by his father as he nodded, lying on the ground motionlessly.
He didn't want to attract the attention of his father any more than he already had as his father proceeded to yank his belt off. Baekhyun knew what was coming next. He'd said something highly offensive toward his father, and his father didn't have the best temper. He whimpered under his breath as the first lash stung against the flesh of his ass. But his father was unrelenting in his punishment for the comment, Baekhyun's mother calling through the door as his father yelled obsanities over her desperate pleas. "You will learn your place you little bastard! I wish I'd never talked your mother out of getting an abortion," he screamed, beating Baekhyun relentlessly with his belt. He could hear his mother screaming for Baekhyun's father to stop, and that she was sorry she'd ever said that to him. But Baekhyun was beginning to fade from reality, mind hazing over as he tried to block out the pain of the whippings. He really didn't care if his mother meant it or not, he just wished he'd died earlier that night in Chanyeol's apartment as he felt the belt strike his side. But he never once cried out for his father to stop, the only thing he tried to do, was block out the pain.
Baekhyun laid on the ground, trying his best to cover his face from the assault that rained down on him. He wasn't crying, wasn't screaming for him to stop as his father continued the brutal assault on his body. It couldn't be as bad as the pain he felt in his chest that tightened so much around his heart that felt as if it'd been pierced by every hateful word. "I wanted a normal son! Not you," his father screamed as he yanked Baekhyun's head off the ground by his hair. Baekhyun looked his father in his eyes, his father's eyes fully abhorred for Baekhyun's very existence.
He slammed Baekhyun's head back down on the ground as he continued his assault physically and verbally. "You should have died a long time ago," his father whispered, darkly. "That night you slit your wrists, I really didn't want her to call an ambulance for you, but she'd put up with you, just so you could live. And just because you put with something, doesn't mean you like it," he stated, harshly. "We never did."
Baekhyun felt the piercing of his heart intensify severely as tears trickled down his face. "Then why didn't you just let me die," he asked, earning another whip across his side. And his father sneered. "Because, we just wanted you to suffer more…"
Chanyeol sat in his room, on the couch in the corner, the bed calling his name, but he just couldn't sleep. His mind was racing from the actions that'd happened just moments ago with Baekhyun, and he felt really bad now. Especially after he'd seen the look on Baekhyun's face when he'd asked if Chanyeol was still dating Dara. He had already apologized, but he still felt bad. And he wanted Baekhyun to honestly know that he was truly sorry for his current actions.
Getting up from the couch, he hoped Baekhyun wasn't already asleep as he walked down the hall to Baekhyun's room. "Hey, Baek," he rapped gently on the door. "Can we talk for just a moment," he asked, but received no response. "Baek," he asked, turning the knob to the door. He opened it simply to an empty room.
He checked the bathroom, under the bed, the closet, and then out on the balcony, but there was no sign of Baekhyun anywhere in that room. And he felt panicked as he rushed to his room to call Suho.
When Suho picked up, he sounded slightly exasperated. "Dude, what? I was kind of busy," he stated. Chanyeol looked at his phone as if it'd sprouted legs. "Bitch, did you just get huffy with me," he asked, annoyed. "Look, could you quit fucking Lay for fifteen seconds, so I can talk to him," he asked, excitedly.
He didn't hear a response over the phone that was coherent as Suho tried his best to defend himself. "I—We're—Argh," he heard Suho shout annoyed. "Hello," answered Lay's voice next.
Chanyeol sighed in relief. "Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I," he asked, nervously- thinking Lay might be equally as annoyed. "No," Lay answered. "We were just watching a movie," he stated, a sultry sound behind his tone.
Chanyeol shuttered heavily as he sighed. "Okay then, do you know where Baekhyun might have run off to," he asked, desperately. He heard a loud shuffling noise and then "Baekhyun's run off?!"
Chanyeol sighed, exasperated. "Yes, and I need to know where he'd go," he repeated, hurriedly. "I want to go find him and drag his ass back here," he stated, determined.
Lay was quiet on the other line for several minutes before he answered. "Have you tried his parent's house? There address is XXX Haybriar Way," he stated, worriedly. "Find him fast then, because I don't know why his parent's kicked him out last time, but they obviously wouldn't want him back," he stated, just before Suho took his phone back.
"Did that answer your questions now," he asked, not so annoyed anymore. "Yes, thank you Suho. Enjoy the sex you're about to have," he stated, hanging up his phone as he threw on some clothes. He quickly pulled on some running shoes, and left his apartment in a hurry to find Baekhyun.
He was worried that he had gone back home to those people that had kicked him out. Baekhyun didn't deserve to be treated like he was a burden, even if he was a little weird. But Chanyeol still thought those little quirky things about him were kind of adorable. But he'd never admit that to Baekhyun- or himself for that matter- Baekhyun wasn't adorable, he was weird.
But it didn't take him long to get to Baekhyun's parent's address, and it didn't take him long to knock on the door, even though it was late at night. He could hear some inhumane sounds and screaming from someone coming from a window on the second floor, and he was worried it had something to do with Baekhyun.
A small woman came to the door, and immediately he recognized her as the woman from the gala earlier that week. "Is Baekhyun here," he asked, breathily. He realized he hadn't taken the time to try and catch his breath as he looked into the woman's face. "He's upstairs," she whispered. "Please get my husband to stop," she whispered again, Chanyeol rushing past her.
He came to the only door that was closed up there, and could hear the sounds of something hitting another object as he banged on the door. "Stop it," he shouted, loudly. "Stop hurting him god damn it," he screamed through the locked door as he jiggled the door knob.
Baekhyun's mother came up behind Chanyeol, banging on the door with him. "Dear, stop! I want to apologize to him for what I said earlier," she cried through the door.
Chanyeol could hear grunts of frustration as he heard one resounding smack that made his stomach flip. "No! He should have never been born! And since we gave him life, we can take it away from this ungrateful little fucker," Chanyeol heard Baekhyun's father shout. And Chanyeol couldn't take it anymore as he reared his foot back and planted it heavily against the door.
The door groaned heavily under his weight continuously kicking at the wood, and eventually it succumbed to the abused and collapsed inside the room. "What do you think you are doing," the man screamed at Chanyeol, without first realizing who it was exactly he was yelling at.
Chanyeol shoved the man against the wall aggressively, his temper surpassing that of Baekhyun's father. "I don't care who the fuck you think you are, but a father should never treat his son that way," he spat through gritted teeth.
Baekhyun's mother rushed into the room, helping Baekhyun up from the floor- who flinched violently away from her. "Baek, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that. Everyone deserves a chance at life, even if their life is a little… unorthodox," she stated, trying her best to apologize and comfort him.
But Baekhyun stared at her blankly, tears halting on his cheeks as those words left her mouth. "It doesn't matter," he stated, hurt. "It's already been said. It can't be taken back."
Chanyeol shoved Baekhyun's father away from him, angrily as he walked over toward Baekhyun, concerned. "Are you okay," he asked, touching a spot where Baekhyun was bleeding. He winced in pain as tears pricked his eyes again. "I'm fine," he answered, resiliently.
Baekhyun's father stood, not too far from Chanyeol as he used his belt to whip him as well- catching him on his shoulder. It stung immensely, and when Chanyeol turned on Baekhyun's father again, it was then that he realized who he was dealing with. And he was more than likely going to lose his job now as he stared at Park Chanyeol, the new official owner of Park Industries.
He swallowed hard as he bowed to Chanyeol, who put his foot on his back and shoved him to the ground, harshly. "It looks like you had farther to fall than you thought," he stated, darkly. "I don't like you. I know you work for my father, and he will hear of what has happened. And if you lose your job, that's not my fucking problem. I don't give two shits about you," he stated, angrily. "And… that hurt, so I can only imagine the pain Baekhyun is feeling right now. You're lucky I probably need to get him to a hospital," he stated, harshly as he shoved his foot further into Baekhyun's father's back before releasing him.
Baekhyun looked up from the floor as Chanyeol helped him to his feet. "Can you walk," he asked, putting his hand on Baekhyun's back. Baekhyun nodded- even though he could feel his knee trying to buckle- he was going to leave there stronger than his parents.
In the hospital, trying his best not to fall asleep, Baekhyun received over forty lash marks and all of them had to be bandaged to keep him from bleeding anymore. Chanyeol felt bad, because for the second time today, Baekhyun could have bled to death. And so, he received a blood transfusion to keep his blood levels from getting too low.
He sat on the bed, staring at Chanyeol- who sat in the chair across from him- staring at him as well. Nobody was saying a word as they stared at each other intensely. "Thank you once again," Baekhyun whispered, barely audible, but Chanyeol had heard it.
"What did they say to you, that upset you so much," he asked, still staring hard at Baekhyun. He was furious that Baekhyun had just up and snuck out of the place Chanyeol offered up so willingly. And then gone back to someone like that, who'd beat him for no apparent reason really.
Baekhyun looked down at the ground as the atmosphere grew heavy. He'd already thanked him several times and apologized to him for having him come get him from his parent's house. But Chanyeol still seemed extremely pissed off as he stared at Baekhyun. Finally, he sighed heavily and his expression softened. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier," he whispered, his pride getting in the way of speaking up. "I didn't think you'd mind if I kissed you even though Dara and I are together. I know a lot of guys who really didn't care that I was seeing her," he stated, apologetically.
Baekhyun didn't look up from the ground; he didn't much care for the explanation as he thought about what had lead up to him wanting to run away from Chanyeol. He'd really wanted things to happen between them, but he couldn't bring himself to actually continue knowing he was still with Dara. And there went that twisted and hateful pain in his chest again. But that really was nothing compared to the pain he'd felt when his parent's had been arguing about his birth.
He really wished he'd never been born, the pain in his chest causing his heart to feel as if it was tightening around it- squeezing the life out of him now. He felt as if he couldn't breathe as he glanced up at Chanyeol, the room spinning.
Baekhyun just thought he was dizzy, but his vision was blurring too. Maybe I'm just tired? he thought as he clutched at his chest. But just as soon as the pain had twisted in his heart, the pain was gone again. He couldn't understand what that was, but he didn't like that either as he laid down on the bed to finish out the blood bag.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol both trudged heavily toward the school. Baekhyun trudged as if his own weight were too much for him, and Chanyeol trudged as if he were just tired- which he was. They'd spent the night at the hospital awake, in absolute silence after Chanyeol's apology. But neither of them could sleep, knowing the other was in the room with them.
Baekhyun went his separate way from Chanyeol, having different classes at this point. Lay had approached Baekhyun just before they entered the classroom, and he seemed to be inspecting Baekhyun's body- as if searching for the fresh wounds. "Your parents didn't hurt you, did they?"
Although, Baekhyun knew he'd be lying to Lay, he didn't want him to worry about him, and so, he shook his head, sluggishly. Lay staring at Baekhyun, skeptically before they entered their class. Baekhyun didn't so much care for his Personal Finance class, but he could only imagine that he felt glad that he shared the class with Lay. He'd never really known the feeling of glad; he knew the feeling of being grateful but never glad. Nothing in his life was worth being happy over, so how would he ever express being glad, if he never experienced it?
Baekhyun always sat next to Lay, and the teacher never separated them- even though Lay liked to babble on to Baekhyun about nothing really- because the last time he did, Baekhyun had a personal melt down right in the middle of the classroom for everyone to see. That was how Lay first learned that Baekhyun cut himself. And why the teacher had suggested he get profession help or call the suicide hotline. They had all witnessed this break down, and the teacher honestly didn't want to have another one in that class.
The teacher always checked on Baekhyun, always asking if he was okay today, if he needed help with anything in his life or anyone to talk to. Baekhyun was honestly grateful for the people in his life- the ones that always looked out for him at least.
After Personal Finance class, they had their lunch period. And Baekhyun wasn't really all that hungry as he sat down at the table with Lay, Luhan, Chanyeol, and Xiumin. These were his only friends that he actually had lunch with, the others having a different lunch period from them.
Chanyeol seemed to be busily talking to Lay, Luhan, and Xiumin about their personal escapades last night, and why they looked so tired. But none of them seemingly wanted to answer him outright as Baekhyun watched on. He wasn't hungry, but he found himself staring at Chanyeol's lips- the lips that he'd kissed just last night. And Chanyeol had apparently caught on too, because he turned his attention to Baekhyun with an earnest smile. "Like what you see," he asked, smugly.
Baekhyun felt his face get hot as he averted his eyes, staring at the table as he went back to talking to Lay, Luhan, and Xiumin. Just as he turned his attention back toward them, he took a large portion of his lunch, and placed it on a separate plate- placing it in front of Baekhyun. "So, really, why are you guys so tired," he insisted, pushing the topic.
Luhan was blushing furiously as he smacked Chanyeol's chopsticks from his hand. "It's none of your business! Now, go get them," he cried, embarrassed. Chanyeol laughed whole-heartedly. "I'm sure I know you did the deed last night," he stated, smugly as he stood to grab the chopsticks. "You guys were making out on my couch, remember," he laughed again, tossing the chopsticks in the trash can. He took his seat next to Baekhyun again, who handed him his chopsticks for Chanyeol to continue to eat.
But instead of feeding himself, Chanyeol used the chopsticks to force Baekhyun to eat the food he'd passed off to him. "Come on. You haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday, so eat something," he insisted, hovering the chopsticks with bulgogi in front of Baekhyun's face.
Baekhyun stared at it for a second before opening his mouth and taking the bite. Chanyeol smiled pleased. "Good boy," he exclaimed, patting Baekhyun's head like a dog. "Now, continue to eat your food," he insisted, but Baekhyun just stared at it. Lay giggled to himself as Chanyeol picked up the chopsticks again. "What? Am I going to have to feed you for you to eat," he asked, slightly annoyed as he hovered more food in front of Baekhyun's face.
Again, Baekhyun opened his mouth to take the bite. Chanyeol sighing annoyed as Xiumin laughed. "Isn't that just cute," he asked, almost squealing with delight. Chanyeol shot him a glare before Luhan and Lay agreed.
Lunch period had ended with Baekhyun finishing the food Chanyeol had given him, only because Chanyeol was feeding him. Chanyeol sighed as he and Baekhyun headed to Chemistry class now- where they were informed of the project deadline coming up. Chanyeol realized they hadn't done much work with it yet, and feared that it would show as they presented it.
But Baekhyun didn't seem too worried as he copied down the homework for that night.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were just leaving the school gates when a sleek, black car pulled up in front of them. Both of them were confused until Dara hopped out of the car, excitedly. "Come on, Chanyeol! I've got all your friends here, and we want you to come with us to the club," she exclaimed, tugging on Chanyeol's hand.
Any other day, Chanyeol surely would have agreed- seeing as though he likes to party and he could meet someone while out- he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness tugging at his heart. "No, Dara. I think I'll just stay in with Baekhyun tonight," he stated, yanking his hand from her grasp.
Dara glared at Baekhyun- who flinched away- hiding behind Chanyeol for protection. "This is all your fault. Why'd you ever have to come along? If you didn't exist, Chanyeol would be coming out with us tonight," she stated, angrily as she continued to glare at Baekhyun. But Chanyeol stomped his foot, angrily as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And who do you think you are, blaming him? It wasn't his fault, and you need to quit being a bitch to him Dara," he stated, harshly.
He was sparing no one's feelings as he glared at her with all the hatred in the world. She scoffed angrily, throwing her hands up. "Fine, but you better not have fucked him," she called as she climbed back into the car. "You'll be sorry!"
Baekhyun sat in his room, thinking about all the hateful things people had said to him. All of them telling him they wished he hadn't existed. And every last word stuck in his heart like a jagged piece of glass, causing his heart to bleed. The entire day as well, he really couldn't find a reason that he should continue to live. Everyone else would just be so much happier without me. he thought, figuring it was the least he could do.
He glanced at his wrist where the stitches were just now starting to dissolve, and ran his fingers over it smoothly. Who would ever want anyone this damaged anyway? It's not very likely that I'll find someone who will love me and only me so unconditionally.
His thoughts were wreaking havoc inside his mind as he stared at his wrist still. It would just be one easy go, the same spot as last time. He'd almost died anyway, he remembered that much on his own. He also remembered Chanyeol giving him CPR to bring him back to the living spectrum again.
He stared at the little night table- where he'd stuck another razor for hiding- his muscles tensing as he desperately thought about grabbing it. But suddenly, he felt as if two arms had enveloped him in a loving embrace, telling him not to do it this time. The embrace lasted for a couple of seconds, but he felt warm inside for those few seconds, as if he were suddenly alive. But when he looked about the room, there was nobody present with him. And he decided against slitting his wrist open today, because he was more serious about wanting to be dead than he ever was in the past.