5:46 am
It was Saturday.
And he never stopped.
Even after he knocked you unconscious.
He'd abuse you while you were awake and even worse when you were asleep.
It made me sick.
But guess what i did.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I watched as he used you.
God I wish you would close your curtains.
I try not to get involved.
But every time I try to get you to talk,
You just smile an nodded your head.
"I'm fine."
But you're not fine.
Beyond fine.
And it was scary how you could just say that,
After everything.
You still have that stupid smile on your face.
You're strong.
I'm weak.
I wish I could help.
But,
I'm useless.
Utterly useless.
And that makes me sick.
But not as sick as him.
Your father.
That bastard.
How I would love to see him crash.
To burn.
But Jimin,
You act like it's okay.
For him to do this.
It's illegal.
He should be in jail.
But we both are too stubborn.
I need you.
And you need me.
But will we ever see that?