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**Sensitive topics are shown and talked about in this story. For example abuse, specifically family abuse**

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Warning: Violent Actions Are Seen

Edited.

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You were fidgeting with your fingers, waiting to see would you enter your house now, or wait a few minutes. Either way your father wouldn't be happy and if you were late, your punishment would've probably been worse if you were to go in later rather then now.

You sighed and unlocked the door and pushed against the wooden surface. Some people are usually hit with a sense of a warm environment when they return to their house, but unfortunately for you, you don't get that feeling, you get the feeling of worry and dismay.

You don't even dare to call this place home, because it's not a home, and it never will be considered a home to you.

This was a torture paradise that you would never escape from.

As you were closing the door behind you, the feeling of uneasiness washed over you.

The sound of unmatched foot steps was heard throughout the house as your father hazily made his drunken figure towards you.

"Well?" He drunkenly said, as he leaned against the banister of your staircase that could fall apart at any moment.

"Yes?"

"Did you get paid?" He slurred his words as he spoke.

You kept a straight face and stared in his eyes, not breaking the contact between them.

"No, not today" you lied straight through your teeth.

You were hoping to save money to make a proper dinner instead of eating the cups of ramen that you have lived off for the past two years.

To say you were sick at the sight of them was an understatement.

If your father got hold of the money, all he would do was gamble it or spend it on alcohol.

Neither were cheap, and you were the only one who had a job.

Even at that it was a part-time job. You got a little over minimum wage.

It wasn't enough to survive on.

"Oh really?" He smirked, to which you nodded. He edged nearer to you.

You would run past him, but last time you did that he grabbed you by the roots of your hair and tugged as hard as he could.

So you weren't going to risk it again.

So you stayed still, clutching your purse very tightly in your hand.

But no matter how hard you gripped your purse, he tore it from your grasp with ease.

He opened the purse and saw the weeks pay, hiding away locked inside the purse.

He threw the purse at you after snatching the money and stuffing it in his pocket. He walked over and gripped your wrist with all the strength he could muster from his drunken state. You could feel your bones squeeze together, giving you a crushing feel underneath your skin. Tears stung in your eye but you bit back your whimpers with the utmost difficulty. He took his free hand and grabbed the collar of your work shirt and pulling you up onto your feet as you began to slouch down under the pressure of your fathers actions.

"Don't you ever lie to me again, or it won't just be me who is putting you in pain" he seethed and he then let go as you dropped to the floor. He walked out the door and slammed it behind him, causing you to jump from the fright.

You cradled your wrist as the tears fell from your eyes to the floor. Once you had the strength, you stood up and walked to the bathroom and took out the first aid kit with great difficulty as the cabinet door got stuck, and it was hard trying to open it with only one functional hand.

You took out a long bandage from the kit and began to wrap your wrist.

This will sure as hell will bruise, you sighed.

Most people would find it difficult to wrap your blindingly painful wrist with one hand, and it was hard for you at the start, but you have had plenty of practice.

You sigh and put back the kit to its original position and went to your room. You collapsed on the bed and entered a deep slumber, drifting into your very own dreamland.

Your escape from reality.

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm being a bitch.

Yeah, yeah I get it! I have to get up! You thought as you pushed yourself up from your laying position. You immediately winced, forgetting that your wrist felt like it just got hit by a hammer.

You got ready for school as quietly as possible. The last thing you needed was your dad waking up and giving out to you while he was having a hangover.

So you tip toe around your house and grab your needed materials for the day, before leaving at the crack of dawn and going to school.

You went to your locker to get your needed books for your first few classes of the day and also grabbing the library book that you were currently reading.

It helps pass time.

You go into your first class and are welcomed by the loneliness and silence. You wander to your designated seat at the back of the classroom and as you sit down, you take out your book and begin reading.

As you were in your written fantasy, you didn't notice someone entered the room.

But he sure as heck noticed you.

He walked to his seat which was directly in front of yours. As he pulled out his chair from the desk, it made an annoying noise as it was being dragged out against the floor.

Your attention was brought back to the room and you were met with the familiar boy.

You didn't know him but you knew of him.

But that wasn't really a shocker, everyone knew who he was. He was new enough to the school and he already had every girl wrapped around his pinky finger.

If you were asked to describe him, you would say he had shiny golden blonde locks, glistening chocolate brown eyes, he had a crooked tooth that you would constantly hear girls around the school chat about.

He was currently dating the Queen bitch of the school. Every school has one and he was dating the one at your school. She had fake everything. From her smile to her personality right down to her curves. Her friends were also fake.

Everything was fake.

'Alex and her minions' that's what you called her and the group that follows her.

But their relationship was none of your concern. You already had enough on you plate. Well actually you had too much on your plate, it was overflowing with problems.

He sat there and got his books ready for the class. When he was finished he sighed and put his head on his palm that was pitched up by his elbow. He looked all around the classroom.

You could've sworn that you saw him glance at you more than a few times. But you were just flattering yourself. Why would he notice you if he had his own Barbie at the snap of his fingers.

When you looked around again, you noticed there was more people in the class now, which was great as it was less awkward for you.

Your eyes landed on the boy in front of you, the guy who had held your thoughts for the past few minutes.

But he had his own business to deal with now, because Alex just entered the room. And she was busy as she smothered her boyfriend in kisses.

This was very school environment friendly.

You looked away for the fear of getting sick. It didn't help that she was trying to sweet talk him with cute nick names.

"I want to go on a date sweet cheeks" she said as she overly-caressed his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go?" The boy asked.

"To that cafe in the park"

"Lava Java?" He asked, to which she nodded.

"Sure"

You mentally cursed everything on this earth because you worked at that cafe.

And now you had to listen for an entire afternoon to Park freaking Jimin and his annoying girlfriend trying to act as if they love each other.

And you were sure that she would torture your positions a waitress there as well.

Fuck You Jimin.

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Work had been fine so far. It was quiet and peaceful, but you had it in the back of your mind to enjoy it while you could, because the hell couple known as Jalex, which is what they call themselves, would be coming soon enough for their date.

And as if summoned by your thoughts, the hell couple entered.

TBC

^^^ This is how I imagine him to look :)

A/N: hello! I really hope you like reading this as much as I love writing this :)

Lots of love xx