“Who’s the mother er that knocked you up?!” The man grabbed Jaejoong by the throat and yanked her off the chair. Jaejoong saw her mother in the corner crying, her face already bruised black and blue. 

“I don’t know.” She replied for the hundredth time. Her father wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed hard. For a brief second Jaejoong thought she was going to die, she couldn’t breath and everything suddenly became blurry. The hands around finally loosen but without time to breath she was thrown against the wall. Her father lifted her mother up from the floor and pulled her up by the hair so that they were face to face. He turned to Jaejoong and snarled,

“Who’s the damn that knocked you up!?”  

“I don’t know.” She whispered and winced when her father punched her mother hard on the stomach. 

“Who is he?” He asked again. Jaejoong couldn’t answer. Her heart was breaking staring at the blood dripping from her mother’s face.

The man kicked her mother across the room and walked furiously towards Jaejoong. He suddenly stopped midway and turned toward the kitchen. Jaejoong’s mom lifted her head and begged her daughter,

“Run away! Please go!” Jaejoong couldn’t move, her body felt numb. She wanted to scream but her body felt like it was frozen in ice. She saw her father walked back in the room with a butcher’s knife.