the wide-open door was the first thing I found when I got home. I went straight and what I feared was happening.

all the stuff of the house falling apart as just entered the swarm of robbers. I already know for sure who is the cause of all this chaos.

rushing to my room, I found my mother crying on the bed. the clothes she wore looked messy. obviously, only that jerk who would have done this.

"eomma.. I'm here." I said, grabbing both of her hands. she was surprised by my presence. she hurriedly wiped the tears from her face.

"did that bastard come again?"
her wistful face showed an expression of dislike for my question.

"don't be like that, he's..."

"and eomma still defend him? don't you see what he did to us?"
this time she turned her face away from me, trying to stop her tears.

"our life was really fine without him, but now everything is so messy..."

"chaeyoung, he's still my husband," she said half shouting.

fuck.

"he tried to sell me"
I myself can hear the vibration of my voice when saying that sad facts..

"he said he was drunk.. and didn't intend to do that, and he apologized.." my mom said.

whether for her the word 'sorry' is enough to make up for it all?

what if she know if that bastard's effort works, will he leave him? I don't think so. for her, her status as a wife of that jerk is everything.

my mother is the real proof that love makes someone blind. this always reminds me that love only makes women weak and stupid.

awakened to something, I rushed to my room and found my already messy closet. the thing I'm afraid of happening again.

that bastard succesed to find the place where I kept all my savings. he take all the money I would use for college tuition and mom's treatment.

my mom was also aware of what that bastard had taken. she stood dazed on the doorstep of my room, squeezing her clothes she was wearing with anxiety.

I can't let that asshole get away with my money. not for umpteenth time and not for this time.

"chaeyoung ah, where are you going... let your father... he is drunk.." she said as she tried to stop me.

"he is not my father, and I would never consider him even a stepfather!"

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I found him. he was laughing looking engrossed with the card game he was following. I was so sure he must be here where the drunks and gamblers get together.

without hesitation I went to him and immediately took the money in front of him which I believed it was my money.

shit.
I wasn't fast enough and he managed to hold my hand, preventing my intention to get away from that place.

his friends began to stay away but remained at a distance where they could still watching us as if there would be an interesting spectacle after this.

"where are you going, bad girl?"

"this is my money."

he laughed then I felt his grip on my hand strengthened making me release that money that began to fall then move into his hands.

"ask for money to the man who bought you. this should be my part. you understand how to make money quick, right?" he said with a sarcastic laugh.

disgusting.

hearing his words, I reflex spit on him.

there was a laugh from the crowd watching us. disparaging expression on his face disappeared, replaced with annoyance ready to explode.

"how dare you!"
his grip on my wrists was getting stronger making me moan in pain. still with a look of anger, a blow was shot to my face. though I tried to fight back, I had to accept the fact that I was beaten badly by his blows.

hadn't had time to retaliate, a relentless punch was on my face with a curse. I fell down and again felt some kicks on my stomach and back.

my view became blurred until finally everything turned completely dark.