I attacked Sehun, furious at that twerp for tripping me. He knew I had a bad back, and he could ing paralyze me pulling that cheap . We fell to the ground and somehow rolled into my room, struggling against each other as Kris and Lay watched nervously. Sehun dealt me a good blow to my stomach and I began to choke. 
                “Mrs. and Mr. Oh-Xi!” my friends cried in terror, unsure of what else to do as Sehun and I began to throw vicious punches at each other. I punched Sehun as hard as I ing could in the face and he yelped out in pain. He body slammed himself onto me and I heard my back crack. “AH!” I screamed in agony. I brought my head forward to crash with Sehun’s and realize his glasses had fallen off just before I had punched him in the face. Furious at him and with a pounding headache and throbbing back, I brought my fist down on his glasses, shattering them and cutting my hand. I punched him in the face again and hit his nose. It exploded into blood and he yelped again.

                “Get off him!” dad exploded, finally moving towards us. He grabbed me and literally threw me off of Sehun. I crashed to the ground and screamed in agony. “Soo Man!” mom shrieked and hurried over to me. “Don’t touch me!” I cried. I didn’t even say it mean though, It was desperate. If she touched me, it felt like my back would break. “Of course you didn’t throw Sehunoff! Of course you waited until I was the one on top of him throwing punches before you decided to break up! But when Sehun’s on top of me, throwing punches, and cracking my back it’s perfectly fine!” I cried, trying desperately not to tear up, my back hurt so bad right now. I was sick of my dad doing this to me. So, so sick of it. “Now I can’t even move and it’s your fault! I hate you, and if I could run away, I ing would!” I cried and gasped in agony as I tried to get up, “Luhan, stop! Don’t move,” mom whispered. She looked at the scared faces of Kris and Lay and then to my dad, who was examining Sehun’s face. She looked back at me and bit her trembling lip. “Soo Man, call 9-1-1,” she whispered. “No,” I whimpered. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. I hated it there. I was terrified of hospitals. I was so scared they would want to put me through surgery. I didn’t want to go through surgery, and at the hospital, I was so alone when they made my friends and family leave and I don’t like to be alone, not in a place like that where you could smell sickness and death. I hated the hospital so, so much, I didn’t want to go there. “I don’t care, Luhan! Soo Man, call him an ambulance,” she said and gently my hair since I was unable to move. “He doesn’t need an ambulance!” dad snapped.