My childhood? I never had one. I was a child once but what people label as a "childhood" I never had. I was forced at a young age to grow up. With my father's abusive nature and my mother needing me I was never able to be a child. At least not for long. 

When I was 6 I was sent to live with my grandmother. I was happy there. I loved her and she was amazing to me. She tried to let me have a normal childhood. But by then I had already witnessed enough. I would never be the same. Things would haunt me, the way my father looked at me before knocking me aside, my mother bruised and battered, the empty bottles lying in shards everywhere. 

Sometimes even know they would haunt me. 

After I had turned 16 I was mentally able to go back to that house and see my mother. But of course those trips would be cut short when my father began to come home again.

The first time that he had been there when I was visiting I remember his entire body just sulking with the weight of drink. He looked at me as he stumbled in my direction.

"You decided to come back." He finally sputtered out. 

I didn't say anything but grabbed my mother's hand. i clasped it hard. I didn't want to let go of her.

"It doesn't matter if I'm here or not. You won't remember later." I spat at him 

He came at me with a bottle and I stood my ground. He never hit me. He pulled back.

"You've never put up a fight Taehyung." He said.

"Just leave him al