[Jiyong's POV]

When I saw her, the world spinned around once before coming to stop. She's here again? I sturggled to hold down the bile rising in my throat and breathed in deeply. Breathe in, breathe out. Stay calm. 

"You won't even greet your mother?" The slightly drunk woman at the table drawled lazily. I scowled in response.

"You have never been my mother since Dad left."

"How dare you mention your father!"Slamming her fists on the table, she pushed herself up, taking small steps towards me, seething with rage. "It's your fault he left! YOUR FAULT!"

Fear rippled through me as she came closer and closer. "It was your fault. Not mine." I replied as calmly as I could.

"He loves me." Was her reply. I would have scoffed aloud if I wasn't so scared. Loves? "He loved you once. He doesn't now."

The slap across my face was swift and deadly, my head turning to the side. Her fingernails had dug into my cheek, leaving streaks of red welts behind. It stung when I touched it.

"Why did you come here?" Hoping my voice was steady, I asked her though I already knew the answer.

"For money. What else?"

"Find some other way to support your stupid and useless half- lifestyle. I'm not giving you anymore money." Fury overtook me instead of fear. "I gave you five hundred dollars a week ago."

"It's gone now. I need a thousand bucks. And I need it now." She hissed through clenched teeth, staring straight into my eyes. 

"It's gone?" I repeated, disbelief evident my tone. "Spent on drinking?" Was it even possible to spend five hundred dollars on alcohol in a week?

"It's none of your business. I know your dad transfers money into your bank account every month." ing out her hand towards me for the money, I could see the dirt under her fingernails and wondered when was the last time she washed them properly. In fact, when was the last time she took a shower?

"Give me the money."

I had intended to save the money to pay for my college funds. Or university funds. And the house bills. There was no way in cold hell I was giving her the ing money.

"No."

Screeching, she leapt towards me to drag her nails along my flesh but I dodged, just missing by a few centimetres. "You will listen to me, and get me the ing money. Now." She hissed.

If I gave it to her, I might as well just say goodbye to college, to university, to a stable job, to a comfortable future and end up along the roads selling cardboard like those old men.

"No."

Her next slap hit my other side of my face. I staggered back a few steps and brought my hands to my cheeks. When I looked at my fingers, there was a faint trace of blood where I had touched the open wounds. My whole face felt numb.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, hoping it wasn't fear I had heard in my voice.  

Smirking, my mother dangled a set of keys in front of me.  I grabbed for it pathetically and missed. "Give it back!"

"It isn't yours son. It's mine." Her sarcasm was evident and her eyes gleamed crazily. "Now GIVE ME THE MONEY!"

When I was about to say 'no' and take another lunge for the keys again, she wrapped her hands around my neck, strangling me, her nails digging painfully into my skin. 

I couldn't breathe. She was squeezing my throat too tightly, and black spots were beginning to dance in my vision. I couldn't faint now. If I did, she would leave me there to die after strangling me. She may even take some of my things at home and sell them for quick cash to buy some bottles of beer.

Just as I was about to scream for help with whatever strength I had left, the front door banged open and-

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HI! LOOOOOL.

My exams are ending soon, and I have a project that's due two days later and I haven't touched it T_T

Philosophy . (no offence to those who likes it)

:D Anywayyyy, here's the update!

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