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"oh sehun, you should be ashamed of yourself" he jerks his head around, his red, swollen eyes instantly falling on a visually worn out middle aged lady.

his eyes widen with both surprise and fright as he watches her charge at him, her eyes filled with nothing but rage.

"you must've forgotten that there are always consequences for your actions" she reminds as she roughly pulls sehun up to his feet. "now you've gotta pay the price"

sehun stumbles his way back inside his house while the lady roughly pushes him from behind.

stumbling into his living room, he quickly takes his chance to turn back to speak to the lady but to his surprise, she isn't there.

a frown makes a return onto his face and his mind begins to run with all kinds of different thoughts.

how did she manage to break into my house?

did she see everything that happened with junmyeon?

where did she g-

"please, no" he hears a very high pitched and childlike voice desperately plead from upstairs, disrupting his thoughts. without even thinking, he rushes towards the staircase and practically flies up the steps with anticipation.

frantically looking around, he realizes that he's not in his own house anymore. the wooden floor sits cold and uneven underneath his feet and the stained walls reek of cigarettes and sorrow.

he feels his body freeze as soon as his gaze falls onto a young boy's figure whom is hiding in the tiny space between the door and the wall. the boy brings his index finger up to his lips, silently begging sehun to be quiet and not make any noise.

sehun parts his lips to mouth something to the visibly terrified boy but an ear piercing scream startles him, making him jump in shock.

his gaze follows where the sound has come from, stopping at a wooden door. only a millisecond passes before the door swings open, revealing the same lady that had barged into sehun's house just a few moments ago.

"you brat!" she yells in a deafening voice that makes sehun's ears ring in pain. he opens his mouth to say something but the young boy shakes his head frantically.

he goes to mouth a 'please' but the poor boy doesn't even have the chance to do so before the lady yanks his arm, harshly pulling him out from behind the door.

the young boy bursts into tears as soon as he's pulled out, dropping onto his knees, his hands clasped tightly in front of him as a form of plead.

"who gave you the permission to go through my purse?" she yells, mercilessly smacking his hands away. the boy's shoulders rise and fall with every intense sob as he struggles to mumble a response.

"how many times have i told you not to try to steal my phone? you foolish boy, he left you, he doesn't love you, he wants nothing to do with you" she growls at the poor boy before grabbing him by his ear and beginning to drag him towards what seems like a bathroom.

sehun rushes to get a hold of the boy's arm but he only gets the door smacked in his face. the young boy's cries seem to get louder and louder by the second, making sehun's thoughts run uncontrollably and heartbeat quicken.

what the hell is she gonna do?

sehun yanks the door open, his eyes instantly meeting those of the screaming boy. his little, fragile body is spread across the cold and filthy bathroom floor and the lady's figure is towering over him.

"p-please" his voice sounds so soft and frail to sehun's ears.

"there are always consequences for your actions, now you've gotta pay the price" the lady warns in a low and threatening tone.

the sobbing boy tries to respond but before he even has the chance to open his mouth, the lady sweeps him off of the bathroom floor and mindlessly throws him into the disgustingly dirty bathtub. the lady snatches a pair of scissors off the rusty sink and grabs the boy's hair tightly in her fist.

unwilling to watch even one more second of this torturous scene, sehun closes his eyes tightly but as soon as he shuts them, the room
goes dead silent.

blink

the young boy is shivering underneath his broken and beaten up bed.

blink

the lady is dropping cigarette ashes onto the young boy's bald head.

blink

the young boy is puking his guts out onto the bathroom floor, little pieces of egg shells dripping down with his saliva.

blink

the lady is redoing the knot around the young boy's bruised wrist.

blink

the young boy is standing at the end of the hallway, yellow liquid running down his little skinny legs.

blink

the lady is pulling out a box from underneath the couch.

blink

the young boy is balled up at the side of the staircase, lifelessly gazing down at the lady. she stumbles up the stairs and drops to her knees right in front of him.

"this is your last punishment for the day" she softly says as she brings her hand out from behind her.

the young boy's eyes travel back and forth between the lady and the firearm that's clutched tightly in her hand. he stays silent and only shakes his head in response, tears welling up in his little blood-shot eyes.

"you can't do that" she raises her unoccupied hand and caresses the side of the boy's face. "you have to listen to what i tell you to do" she says, lightly sniffling as she takes his hand and places his index finger in front of the trigger of the deadly weapon.

"n-no" he mumbles while tears begin to roll down his cheeks. the lady ignores his sobs and brings the pistol up, resting it against her throbbing head.

"pull it" she demands in a soft but strict tone.

"no, mommy" the boy shakes his head frantically, attempting to pull his hand away but the lady forcefully clasps her hand over his.

"pull it" she repeats but the boy continues to try to break free. "listen to what mommy tells you to do, oh sehun!" she screams, her voice ringing in sehun's ears.

"don't do it" sehun finally manages to speak, his voice croaking over the lump in his throat.

"do it!" she yells, her desperate voice making sehun's knees go weak, giving in. dropping to the ground, he reaches over to tap the young boy- the young him, as an attempt to distract him.

"don't listen to her" he begs in his uncontrollably shaky voice.

"pull the tr-" sehun's mother is unable to finish her sentence, the deafening sound of a gunshot cutting her off before she has the chance to. her hand drops to her side and the little life that has been left in her eyes vanishes.

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two updates in a day because there's only one chapter left and i wanna finish this book before i become any more inactive than i already am ):

not gonna lie, i felt so depressed writing this chapter because i realized that so many kids are living with abuse everyday and i just wanted to let you know that if you struggle with abusive parents, please save yourself and call the police. i know it might be tough because they're your parents but it's for the best. i'm here for you if you ever need to vent, my pm/kkt/kik/line is always open!