He's My Only One

{Kimma’s POV}

"Appa I'm back home,” I said while putting my new cell phone in my pocket and setting the groceries down on the floor real quickly as I took off my shoes. I took off my new backpack and placed it next to the door. I picked up the groceries and look at the now empty couch of the living room.

I wonder where he is right now?

I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad staring at the note I left him on the table of the kitchen.

"Why did you take so long to come back?" He asked in a low voice.

"I only took an hour outside," I said as I settled down the groceries onto the table.

"What are in the bags?" He said as he looks into them, taking things out.

"Food,” I answered back. "I've decided to start cooking for you. So I bought some things to make your favorite-"

"Thank you,” he said, cutting me off with a smile. I smiled back the best as I could manage. I was glad to see him smile at me, even if it was only for a couple seconds.
I could tell that he’s still drunk, so I walked over to the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice.

"Do you want some orange juice for your soon to be headache?" I asked as I showed him the carton. He nods his head slightly and I pulled out a glass from the cupboard. I poured the orange juice into the glass and walked back over to my father to hand him the glass. He suddenly smacks the cup out of my hand and it landed on the floor, crashing into hundreds of broken pieces.

"Did you make the woman that was here go away?!! Why were you home from school so early?!" He asked as he stood up from his chair abruptly. I take a step back and stutter, "I-I didn't make her d-do anything,"

"Okay. Then what about school?!" He yelled.

"S-school got out early t-today", I lied. If I told him that I ditched school, well I don't know what the hell he would do to me...

"LIAR!!!" My father screamed and slapped me across the face. I dropped the carton of orange juice as the back of my head hits the refrigerator with a loud thump.

The pain was all I felt at that moment and black spots were all I saw as I slid down the refrigerator.

W-Why?...

**********

I woke up to see the bedroom ceiling. I looked around to see that I'm lying on my bed with my bedroom door closed.

What had happened?

A flash of the events that occurred before I blacked out struck into my now pounding head, causing a headache.

I got up out of bed and I heard something fall to the ground. I looked to see that it was my cell phone that fell out of my pocket that is now lying on the carpeted floor. I picked it up and opened it to see that it’s already Saturday.

I already missed a day of school...

I set my phone into my school uniform’s pocket that was hanging in my closet. My stomach started growling and I headed down the stairs to see everything in the house as a mess, once again.

I walked into the kitchen to see that the groceries I bought were still on the table, which was probably rotten by now.

I sighed as I opened the fridge and take an apple from the bottom drawer. I took a bite and closed the fridge while turning around to see my dad, standing in the doorway.

"Why haven't you put away the groceries yet?" He asked in a stern voice.

"I just woke up," I said with a choked voice, not wanting to anger him once again.

"See?! You're still that lazy bitch that I call my daughter," he says as pulled my hair, grabbing onto it.

I yelped in pain as he slams my head onto the fridge once again.

My knees go weak and I collapse onto the floor, breathing heavily.
If this isn't hell, then I don't know what is.

**********

It's Monday morning and I woke up to feel my entire body ache in pain.
And of course, this entire weekend was filled with my screams of terror and my father’s screams of anger and disgust.

I put on my school uniform while putting on some light make up as I made sure that my phone was in my shirt pocket.

I looked in the mirror again to see the cuts on my face are healed, but a new bruise is shown on my face from where my dad slapped me and a new one on my neck from where my father choked me yesterday.

I placed my cell phone in my backpack as I walked to school. As I enter the hallways of the building, everyone was silent and stared at me like I was crazy. I decided to get to school early today because I didn't want to face my father again this morning.

I found my history class and walked in to see everyone's heads spun towards me.

"Wang!!!" I heard to my right. I looked over to see Taehyung jumping out of his seat and running towards me.

"Are you okay?! Why did you skip school on Thursday and why weren't you at school on Friday? We were all worried about you!" Taehyung said as he grips my arms tightly.

"Thanks, but don't worry about me. I just caught a cold so I stayed home on Friday", I lied quickly and walked past Taehyung to get to my seat. I felt a hand grab onto my wrist and I'm being turned around as Taehyung says, "what's with that bruise on your face and on your neck?! What happened to y-"

"I fell down yesterday," I said as I cut him off from his words. I released his grip on my wrist and walked towards my seat.

I took my cell phone out from my backpack to send my dad a text saying that I love him and that I made it to school safely.

Might as well text him while I can, right?

I placed my cell phone back in my bag and look up to see the bitch standing in front of my desk.I stood up bravely as she takes a step back in fear.

"Got something else to say in front of everyone? I would love to hear what you have to say again," I said smirking. She scoffs, looked at me, and said, "I don't need to since you're already bruised up as it is. How does it feel to look so hideous and ugly?"

"It feels great, knowing that you actually pay attention to how I look. It makes me feel happy inside," I said, looking at her with a smirk and a hint of sarcasm.

She snarled at me and walks back to her seat. I laughed and sat back down at my desk. I heard a vibration coming from my backpack. I open my bag and look down to see my father’s caller ID on my phone.

Well isn't this a good déjà vu moment?

I answered the phone as I heard my father’s slurred voice on the other end.

"Where the hell you at?!" He barks.

"At school. Why?" I answered.

"Get your ass home right now and clean this place up! It's a damn mess!" He says.

"But I'm at school right-"

"I don't give a shit about school! And while you're at it, go buy me some more beer from the liquor store", he commands.

"Dad, I'm not old enough to-"

"See?! You're really asking for it now aren't ya?! You not good for anything son of a-"
I ended the call before he can get the rest of the words out of his mouth. I sighed and turned my phone off as everyone slowly starts to begin talking to their friends.

"Who was that?" I heard from my left. I looked over to see Jungkook leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed while staring at me.

"My dad."

"What did he want?"

"He was just checking up on me."

"That didn't sound like it from where I was sitting", he said as he stopped leaning in his chair.

"Why do you care? Go back to napping in class like how you used to asshole", I said with anger in my voice.

I hate him. I swear I hate him with all my heart.

Notes

This chapter might be a sign of Kimma's father changing. But will his attitude ever change?

All the bullies, either home or school, is stressing her out. Can she take anymore?

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