2-FORCED

                                    

                                          
Hope you are finding it okay so far.❤️ Also sorry for my POV changing a lot... I hope it's okay :((
                          
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It was cold and rainy. The boy could hear the sound of an ambulance approaching. "Appa, wake up" the boy shakes the limp body that was laying on the floor. "Please" he says in between sobs.
                          
The crowd of men whom were once hovering over the limp body took of running into the darkness, once the sound of sirens was nearing.
                          
"It's all my fault. It should have been me" the boy says in between sobs.

                          
The raven haired boy sits up, drenched in sweat. There were tears running down his face. He listened to see if his mother was awake. Silence.
                          
The boy pulled off his thin blanket and let his feet touch the coils hard ground, which he would often cry himself to sleep on, pulling himself up from the bed he tiptoe to his dresser.
                          
His hands searched for his black pair of jeans and yellow T-shirt. While searching the boy looks down at his wrists remember the harm that he inflicted onto his body, two days prior.
                          
The boy puts on a watch while slipping his clothes on. Not satisfied with the watch he also pulls on a black leather jacket shielding his arms.
                          
His eyes landed on the clock which he has best to his bed. 7:30am was displayed in big red numbers. The male finally decided to hurry out so he would be late.
                          
After quietly walking to the front of the house he spots his mother laying on the sofa, with an empty bottle of whisky in her hand.
                          
The boy walks over to the women, who is his so called mother, and removed the bottle, placing it on the floor. He then fixed her body so she is properly laying on the sofa, and then pulls a small throw blanket over her.
                          
Just as he was turning away the fragile women grabbed his hand. "Why are you still here?" The women questions in a groggily voice. The boy says nothing and had his eyes set on the floor, ignoring the pain his mother was inflicting on his hand.
                          
"Get out of my house jeongguk. You know I hate you. Get out." The women sits up and smack the boy with brutal force against his cheek.
                          
He pulled out of her grip, holding in his tears, and ran out of the house.
                          
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JKs POV~~~
                          
I was now catching my breath,  because of the reaction my body had to my mothers slap. My hand was rested on the stinging sensation coming from my left cheek.
                          
The words my mother spat at me were still resonating in my head. For the past 4 years she always said such mean things to me, smacking me, and beating upon my body; despite the fact that I'm her only son.
                          
My life never used to be like this, but ever since my dad passed, and my sister left the women I once knew as my mother became an alcoholic, and started acting in a violent way towards me.
                          
Luckily I get to go to school and escape her for a while, and sadly i have no place else to go so I'm stuck. Even though school is an escape from her, being around my friends could be exhausting.