Save Me 2/?
Title: Save Me
Genre: Romance, Abuse
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jaejoong has always been one to hide things, he hides his feelings, he hides his desires, he hides the damage that is done to him. But his friends are seekers and are anxious to know the truth. Will Jaejoong be saved? Will he let himself be saved?
Jaejoong closed the door as quietly as possible. He hadn’t intended to come home so late, but Changmin wouldn’t let him leave before making brownies.
He slipped his shoes off and tiptoed through the hall. His heart nearly stopped when he heard a stern voice growel, “Kim Jaejoong.”
He took a deep breath and entered the living room where he found both his parents.
“It’s nine-thirty, what were you doing out so late?” His father asked, he was sitting down on the couch, the newspaper in his hands, but he still looked so intimidating.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stay out so late. I wasn’t keeping track of time.”
“It’s too much to ask from him, I suppose.” His mother rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as she looked out the window.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip, his entire body was shaking. He wanted nothing more than to go up to his room, but he stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to begin, so it could be over.
“Do you have any respect for the things we say?” His mother turned, almost baring her teeth at him, “Any at all?”
“I really didn’t mean to-”
Her hand flew and struck his cheek, silencing him instantly, “Haven’t I told you not to talk back to me?”
“I wasn’t-”
SMACK!
Another hard slap to his reddening face, making his face turn in the opposite direction. He cringed as she growled at him, “I hate every moment I have to spend with you.” She hissed, the words barely hurt anymore, having heard them so many times before.
“I’m sorry.” Jaejoong murmered, biting his lip to keep from crying as he stared at his feet.
She shook her head, sneering down at him, “You’re so weak, and so girlish. You’re worthless and have no future.”
“Why do you have to be this way?” He asked quietly, lifting his eyes slightly. The moment the words passed his lips he regretted them. His father stood up and walked over quickly, sending Jae a blow that sent him into the wall.
Jaejoong hit the wall hard, his back beginning to ache already.
“Don’t you talk to your mother that way.” He said angrily, pushing Jae against the wall. He winced at the pressure of being pushed against the hard wood, tears slowly began to fall from his dark eyes.
His father scoffted, “You cry so much. Why? Does it make anything better?” He asked slapping Jae’s cheek once again. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to inch away, but was pulled back by his father’s strong grip.
“You’re such a meaningless little shit.” He hissed, punching Jaejoong again, letting him fall to the ground.
Tears openly felll down Jaejoong’s cheeks, he tried so hard not to, it only made the beatings worse.
He cried out as a foot came into contact with his ribs.The unbearable pain was too much to handle, “Please!”
“That’s right, beg. You stupid little thing, that’s all you know how to do isn’t it? You little whore.”
SLAM!
Another kick in his stomach almost blacked him out. He muffled a scream with his hand, and after what seemed like hours, the terror ended. They both left him in the dark room alone. He didn’t try to move, he just lay there on the floor, crying until his eyes stung.
Just another night at home.
A/N: I know this is horrible to write *bows head* I'm very sorry. I hope you all like this chapter...as much as it can be liked anyway....
Genre: Romance, Abuse
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jaejoong has always been one to hide things, he hides his feelings, he hides his desires, he hides the damage that is done to him. But his friends are seekers and are anxious to know the truth. Will Jaejoong be saved? Will he let himself be saved?
Jaejoong closed the door as quietly as possible. He hadn’t intended to come home so late, but Changmin wouldn’t let him leave before making brownies.
He slipped his shoes off and tiptoed through the hall. His heart nearly stopped when he heard a stern voice growel, “Kim Jaejoong.”
He took a deep breath and entered the living room where he found both his parents.
“It’s nine-thirty, what were you doing out so late?” His father asked, he was sitting down on the couch, the newspaper in his hands, but he still looked so intimidating.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stay out so late. I wasn’t keeping track of time.”
“It’s too much to ask from him, I suppose.” His mother rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as she looked out the window.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip, his entire body was shaking. He wanted nothing more than to go up to his room, but he stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to begin, so it could be over.
“Do you have any respect for the things we say?” His mother turned, almost baring her teeth at him, “Any at all?”
“I really didn’t mean to-”
Her hand flew and struck his cheek, silencing him instantly, “Haven’t I told you not to talk back to me?”
“I wasn’t-”
SMACK!
Another hard slap to his reddening face, making his face turn in the opposite direction. He cringed as she growled at him, “I hate every moment I have to spend with you.” She hissed, the words barely hurt anymore, having heard them so many times before.
“I’m sorry.” Jaejoong murmered, biting his lip to keep from crying as he stared at his feet.
She shook her head, sneering down at him, “You’re so weak, and so girlish. You’re worthless and have no future.”
“Why do you have to be this way?” He asked quietly, lifting his eyes slightly. The moment the words passed his lips he regretted them. His father stood up and walked over quickly, sending Jae a blow that sent him into the wall.
Jaejoong hit the wall hard, his back beginning to ache already.
“Don’t you talk to your mother that way.” He said angrily, pushing Jae against the wall. He winced at the pressure of being pushed against the hard wood, tears slowly began to fall from his dark eyes.
His father scoffted, “You cry so much. Why? Does it make anything better?” He asked slapping Jae’s cheek once again. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to inch away, but was pulled back by his father’s strong grip.
“You’re such a meaningless little shit.” He hissed, punching Jaejoong again, letting him fall to the ground.
Tears openly felll down Jaejoong’s cheeks, he tried so hard not to, it only made the beatings worse.
He cried out as a foot came into contact with his ribs.The unbearable pain was too much to handle, “Please!”
“That’s right, beg. You stupid little thing, that’s all you know how to do isn’t it? You little whore.”
SLAM!
Another kick in his stomach almost blacked him out. He muffled a scream with his hand, and after what seemed like hours, the terror ended. They both left him in the dark room alone. He didn’t try to move, he just lay there on the floor, crying until his eyes stung.
Just another night at home.
A/N: I know this is horrible to write *bows head* I'm very sorry. I hope you all like this chapter...as much as it can be liked anyway....