8 Tortured. -pt8-

'So his name is Taehyung. I like it.' I thought to myself while watching him look at me in guilt. I closed my eyes and took some deep breathes. I felt him get up. I looked over at him and he was walking to the door again.

'Tae.'

He turned around without saying anything and looked at me while I continued:

'When I was 14... my uncle... my uncle killed my mom and dad right in front of me. I watched him stab them both twice. My mom saw me watching and signalled me to run with her eyes. My uncle saw and dragged me back by the hair. I still remember the look on my dads face when he saw me being dragged and couldn't do anything about it. My mom collapsed to the floor lifelessly. My dad watched completely heartbroken while holding his wounds in pain. My dad soon followed my mom and fell. He whispered to me and told me to be strong no matter what. I couldn't move. I stood there absolutely speechless at the scene in front of me. I wanted to kill my uncle but I was 14 and much smaller than I am now. Can you imagine waking up every morning for a scene of your vile past to haunt you? The first thing I think about every morning is that. The last thing I think about at the end of the day is that. It's so painful to remember every detail like it happened only yesterday. You asked me why pain doesn't bother me right? After my parents deaths, my uncle told the police that my parents got into an argument and my dad stabbed my mom killing her, he felt guilty after and killed himself. I couldn't say anything at all. I couldn't speak, think, hear or say goodbye to them. I was traumatised and I still am. From that day my uncle tortured me: beat me, burnt me, drowned me, and even once ra-... never mind. That repeated itself for two years. I kept remembering that my dad told me to be strong. I was getting weaker and weaker as the torturing went on and I hated it. In the end I told myself I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I told myself to enjoy the pain. I turned the pain into pleasure every time I felt it and soon began to enjoy it. Enjoying pain made me feel strong. When I was 16, he died of old age. I still don't know why he killed my parents or why he tortured me but I was glad he died. I asked the police where my parents grave stones were and went to visit them to finally say goodbye. When I got there both stones, which were stood side by side, were wrapped in metal wires. I tried to remove the wires but electric shocks were sent through my body. It broke my heart. Who could disrespect such amazing people like that? I told myself it was him. My uncle. I cried for hours that day. I couldn't even hug or touch my parents graves. My tears wouldn't stop falling. Until eventually my eyes stared aching and it was getting dark. Then I heard his voice again 'be strong no matter what' I made a promise to myself, that night would be the last time I cried. You made me brake that promise today. That's why I told you I hate you. That's why any pain other than electrocution doesn't affect me.'

After finishing my story tears were already streaming down my face. I had never told anyone my story. He looked deep into my eyes. He was speechless. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. There was a deafening silence filling the room. I broke it by saying:

'Now I finally told you, please don't electrocute me again.'

He didn't reply just starred at me.

Has he switched to his violent side again?

Did my story bore him?

'Tae?'

He shook his head and looked like he had woken up from a deep daydream.

'So the time in the cafe, you helped me because you were burnt too?'

He asked.

'When I saw you shaking in fear, all I could see was myself in you. I couldn't help but get angry.'

I said while trying to wipe away my remaining tears.

'Ria'

He said while letting out a deep sigh.

'I didn't know your story would be that painful. I'm sor-'

I cut him off by saying:

'Don't apologise, it's not your fault'

'No' he said firmly.

'I'm sorry for electrocuting you without knowing the damage it could cause. I'm sorry for forcing you to remember your past. I really am sorry. I will never ever put you through that again.'

He promised.

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

'Thank you Tae.'

He held my hand tightly and told me to get some rest.

'Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?' I asked him.

I realised that he's slowly breaking the walls I put up around my heart and my head. He's tearing down everything I've done. Why him? He's crazy and kind but I still feel myself getting attached.

'Of course I'll stay with you, now get some rest, okay?' He said sweetly.

'Okay' I replied.

He didn't let go of my hand he held it tighter and sat in the chair next to the bed. He watched me as I slowly drifted away feeling safe holding his hand.