It Hurts
It Hurts
I don't think you all are going to hate Taeyeon after this :)
You might hate someone else instead.
Taeyeon's POV
I sat on the bench, looking around. Where the hell was I? I ran, and ran, away from him. I ended up buying a plane ticket, to here. The states. They wouldn't find me here, would they?
I sighed and checked on what I have. Cellphone, the clothes I have on now, and a watch. I sighed, again, now what?
I watched the sun go down, fading away. Was today Sunday? I don't even remember. Let's see.. I ran away on Friday, I'm guessing the plane ride took one day, I slept for another... yep, it was Sunday.
Was I doing the right thing? Running away? Of course I was. I was being abused! Yes, abused. By my own 'husband'. After a few years of not giving into his 'ual' needs, he began to beat me, venting his frustration out.
For a while, I could protect myself, but he began to get more violent as time went on. I had told my dad, but he wouldn't believe me. My own father, my own blood father, didn't believe me. He said 'Leeteuk? No, never.'
Never my . I even showed him a bruise I got on my leg. He chuckled, 'You're clumsy, Taeyeon'.
I sighed for the nth time and tapped my foot as it got darker. I suddenly gasped, where was I going to sleep? To eat? Here? In the park? On the bench?
I huffed my cheeks, well, if I'm going to live here, might as well get a job. I lifted myself off the bench and walked into several buildings, asking for applications.
It was only one building that actually gave me an application. Choi Inc. Choi Inc.. It sounds familiar.
I shrugged the feeling off and thanked the person at the counter who gave me a pen and the application on a clipboard. Quickly, I filled the paper with the correct informations, but I didn't know what to put for my address. I hestitated, before I put my fathers house on the line.
I passed the paper back and bowed politely before leaving the building. I bit my lip and looked around the dark street. I probably shouldn't have left, huh?
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I woke up when a little girl ran up to the bench I was currently laying on. She looked at me with wide eyes. I sat up and looked down at her, "Hello." I greeted gently.
She smiled, "Were you sleeping?" she asked innocently, sticking a thumb into .
She looked about 3 years old. I looked around for her parents before I nodded, "Yes, I was, where are your parents?"
The little girl shrugged, "Don't know."
I widened my eyes, "You don't know?"
She nodded cutely, "Why?"
I held her hand and stood up from the bench, "Let's go find them."
She smiled up at me and wrapped her small hands in mine, "Okay!"
"Tara! Tara!"
(A/N Yes, how original of me, I used my own name. Don't judge.)
I stood there awkwardly, still holding onto Tara's hand. "Tara, who's this?" her mom asked, eyeing me.
Looking in the mirrored, I was surprised I didn't look nearly as bad as I thought I would. Sure, my hair was slightly untidy, but that was pretty much it. Fixing my hair and rinsing my mouth with water, I left the bathroom.
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