Future

I looked at the demanding size of the man in front of me. Tanned skin sharp jaw line  that had a stubble. This man was a monster who eyes bore into my soul. His smile that I had seen in my nightmares was all but the same. I glared furious that he stood mere feet away from me.

"I won't go back" I stated. I watch his mouth twitch. "I can't" I bemoaned.

Past

My mother always told me that I was her "Wo de gang" her light. We lived in a little house in China. Where houses were smushed together and people lay drunk in the streets. My mother made sure I went to school saying it would help me leave this place. However, I would never leave my home without her. Not when my father was as bad he was.

I walked down the beated path to my house . At nine years old there was usually a buddy system for every one of my classmates who walked to get home safety. But, for me my teacher stopped at the end of the street and went no further. How could I blame her since the first time she tried she got mugged?

Only two houses left and I could already hear yelling, and screaming. My father was home from work. He was a drunkard who gambled off most of his wages and what was left sustained us. My mother did everything cook and clean. However he was never happy with her nor me.

In his drunk state and fit of rage. We always took the brunt. I slowly moved the sliding door my shadow casting down in front of me. I watch dishes crash and my hands shake. My father yelling and my mother on the floor. He held his empty soju bottle in his hand. I remember what the doctor told me the last time I ended up in the hospital.

"If she gets hurt one more time she will be taken from the home". I couldn't let my mother get hurt again. I hated seeing her bruises and hearing her cry. I brushed my back pack off my shoulder and quickly ran to the living room. I fell in front of my mother blocking the glass bottle that would have hit her.

It didn't take long to feel the shearing pain from the glass. I heard a gasp and then lights out. When I woke up i found myself laying on the old make shift bed. The room was dark but the flicker street light illuminated the room ever so often. I sat up slowly hissing holding my temple.

My hands moved over what felt like drappings. Mother I thought to myself. She was always fixing the much easier wounds we would get from father. She wanted to be a nurse and in another life time. I believe she would have been the best there ever was. I got up slowly moving through the halls.

First their was shuffling and then I heard a piercing scream. I pushed off the wall I was holding for support and ran. My eyes widen at the sight of my mother. She lay trying to keep my father away but couldn't. My father was a lot bigger and stronger. I had never seen the way he was beating her.

He continued punching her and I knew if I didn't stop him she would die. Or maybe she was dead. Before I knew it I had a knife in my hand. With shaky hands and a clenched lip. I stabbed him in the back. I let go hearing my father yowl.

His eyes frazzled and he lurched turing around. "Hayeon" my father gritted out. My feet moved back as he tried coming towards me.  He pulled the knife out of his back. Which made me cry even harder. He wheezed coming towards me and I pushed off the wall running back into the hallway. I could hear him chase after me.

"COME BACK HERE HAYEON" my father screeched. My head felt dizzy but I continued all the way out the door. Water soaked my clothes as I made it to the street. I turned seeing my father stumbled over our steps. "COME HERE YOU BITCH"! He rasped.Too focus on him I tripped. This was it. My father would kill me for trying to do the same to him.

He stood above me however before anything else could happen my father fell. His body landed right beside me on the wet pavement. Blood from his wound oozed all around us. I sat there shaking too scared to move. Was he really dead or just drunk?

My fear had shaken my thoughts until everything stopped. Mom was still in there. With weak legs I slowly went pass the bloody hallway back into the the living room. "MoM" I shreicked at her body on the floor. I laid her head on my knee. "Wake up" I cried. I brushed my mother's hair and laid my temple on hers.

I hiccup looking over my mothers unrecognizable face. My father had finally got what he wanted. My mother was dead and I felt dead inside. What was I supposed to do now?