Yoohyeon's POV

"It was Christmas. I was only six years old back then. Me and my mom were waiting for my dad to come home. He was working till late at night at the agency. Even in those days that everyone didn't. He had a really important case to solve back then. And it's still not solved if you ask me. I'm trying to solve it for him. Anyway, back to the story.

"Mom! Why isn't dad home yet?" My little self asked her.

"Honey, he has a lot of work to do. To save the world." She said smiling brightly to me.

"When I will become an adult I will work at his agency too! And I'll become a hero like him!" I said proudly. My mom laughed at my silliness.

We were at the living room watching some movies. We hadn't had dinner yet. We were waiting for him. And as the time passed by I got impatient. So we ate alone, without him. I always blamed my impatience for what happened next.

I fell asleep at my mom's lap on the couch waiting for him. When suddenly someone knocked on our door. I woke up and ran to open the door thinking that it was my dad. But it wasn't. It was one of my dad's cooperates.

"Miss Kim. I have some news for you. Can I come in?" He asked my mother who was now behind me. We went in and I was asking him for my dad impatiently. My mom sent me at my room and she said that she had to talk to him alone. I didn't go, though. I hid behind the door of the living room. I wanted to listen to what he had to say to my mom. I had a really bad feeling about this. And I was right... My dad was dead... And that... that was the worst Christmas of my life...

As the years passed by I started going out again, started playing with kids and talking again. This whole incident had changed me though.

"Yoohyeon! I missed you!" Siyeon said and hugged me. I was at her house and we were playing with her little sister. When suddenly, my step father came to bring me home. I was only nine back then. You heard right. Step father. My mom tried to move on and live her life again.

"Come on Yoohyeon. It's time to go home." He said, pretending to be a sweet and caring man. But he wasn't. I held Siyeon's hand afraid of him. I didn't want to go home with him. He hadn't hit me yet but he was an aggressive man and I was scared of him.

"Come on Yoohyeon. Don't make your mom worried." And that was enough to make me come with him. But... It was painful. Really painful. He hit me and raped me. I was freaking nine! He did the same to my mom too. I tried to stop him. But that only made him even more mad. That night I was yelling in pain. He was hitting my back with his belt. My back still has scars from that night... And that night... Was the night were my happiness left me forever...

I was so traumatized after that. I barely got out of the house. And that was only to go to school. Siyeon, Gahyeon, Handong and Dami, were still my friends. But I never told them what was happening in my house. I was only talking to them at school and then I disappeared. I was locking myself at my room. But it was useless. He could always find me and hit me.

At the age of 11 I decided to work at my father's work. Taeyeon took me to the agency. She helped me learn a lot of things. She made me become strong and she raised me like her own child. Of course I was only 11 so I wasn't working exactly. I just did a few small things to help around.

One night, when I was 12, I tried to hit my step father. I didn't do it on purpose. He was hitting my mom pretty badly. She was afraid to tell the police about it back then. He threatened her that he will kill us. So she was afraid. And that night... I got mad. I wanted to protect her from the pain. I went behind him and kicked him between his legs. He fell on the ground. I took my mom's hand and we ran. We were about to get outside when he held both of my hand and hers. He took us inside and locked the door. He slapped my mom and locked her in her room telling her that she shouldn't hear what was going to happen next. He then came to me and... And that night I felt hate for the first time. I hated him. I hated the world. I hated everything.

The next few days I was staying at Dami's house. I was afraid to come home. I told my mom where I was so she wouldn't worry. I had tried to kill myself a few times. I was so traumatized and broken. But I tried not to kill myself, cause I had to save my mom first.

I was changing my clothes to pajamas when Dami went in and saw my naked back. She was speechless.

"Who did this to you?" She asked me worriedly. I didn't talk. She continued and pushed me too far. But I thanked her for that and I still do. Cause after so much pressure I told her. Everything. She wanted to tell the police but I was afraid. My mom was afraid too.

After a few days my step father came to Dami's house. He had learnt that I was there. He must had hit my mother pretty badly. So she gave in and told him. He took me forcefully by my arm and I never saw the sun shine again. He never let us leave the house again. The school was worried about my absence. My friends were worried too. But then... Dami knew. And Dami helped. She called the police one night and they came and arrested him. And that night, I was finally free. I was 13. They sent me and my mom to the best phycologists. And I managed to heal those scars. I tried at least. But no one ever saw me like a good kid. They were all looking at me feeling sorry about me. Or pointing fingers to me saying things about me.

And as society was harsh towards me, so was Siyeon's mom. She told so many lies to Siyeon. And when I came to play with Gahyeon one time, Siyeon was so cold to me. She didn't come to play. She was only looking at me from afar. Her stare had already killed me for sure. I didn't know what was wrong with her. What her mom told her. But it wasn't the first time someone pushed me away. So I didn't ask her not tried to make her see that all of that wasn't true. Everyone around me was scared that I could become like my step father. So I didn't blame her for whatever she believed for me.

One time, I was playing with Gahyeon at the park. I never went to her house again. Siyeon's mother didn't want me to come anymore. She didn't want me to be friends with Gahyeon either. But the young girl lied to her mom that she wasn't friends with me anymore. She was going out to play with me saying that she was going to play with another friend of hers. But Siyeon knew. They had fought over it so many times. And that time, Siyeon didn't stay quiet. She told her mom everything. And her mom came to the park and took both Gahyeon and Siyeon who was sitting a little farther from us, staring at me like always. Their mother was yelling to me saying that I was a slut like my mom. And after that she told Siyeon and Gahyeon everything about my mom and their father. Gahyeon didn't push me away still.

In reality, nothing had ever happened between my mom and their father. They were just good friends. Their father always loved my mom. And she did too. But she knew this wasn't right. So she never told him about it even if he and their mother had broken up years ago. They stayed as friends. He was trying to help her get better after all that had happened to us and he was trying to help me too. Till... That night.

I was 15 years old when the car accident happened. My mom and their dad were at the same car going to a restaurant to eat. It was something they used to do every Friday night. But that night... They never went to that restaurant. Their car crashed with another one. Fortunately the other's car driver lived after that. Siyeon's father was hurt pretty badly and my mom was in a really bad condition. Siyeon's father slowly slowly was getting fine, while my mother, was stable. She was in a coma. And she stayed like that for three years....

So,... Now you know..." I said to Minji. She wiped her tears away. She was crying all that time.

"How... Just... How are you... Keeping up with all that?" She asked. Her voice hoarse after all the crying.

"I just... I guess the phycologist was really helpful after all. I still meet her. And she is still helping me a lot to get over all those scars. And heal them completely." I said truthfully. Minji was caressing both of my hands, her eyes still watery.

"So... What about your story? You haven't told me anything about your father." I said bit hesitant.

"I'll tell you." She said.

"My story isn't that big or tragic like yours. It's just... My father always loved me and cared about me. He is just... Too hooked on with work. And with money too. He always bought me expensive presents even if it wasn't my birthday. He always spent so much money to raise me. He always believed that money can make you happy. That was what he always said. But... It isn't true of course. I never liked that. I tried to show him that love is what makes you happy. Love and the people who loves you. But he never got it. He thinks money will bring you happiness, will bring you love. So... Practically me and him grew apart as the years passed by. I didn't like all that. And I was starting to find people around me who loved me and cared about me more than money. And that was Bora, Handong, Siyeon and Gahyeon. And later on, Dami and you. That's why I didn't want you to come home. I didn't want you to see how big it was. I didn't want you to meet my father. I am not like him, Yoohyeon. And it's so sad meeting people like him. I wanted to protect you from him in some way."

"It's ok unnie. You are not your father. You are you. Kim Minji. And you aren't like your father. So I'll never leave your side if you are still afraid of that." I said truthfully. She nodded.

"I have to tell the rest of the girls the truth though. They should know that you are here. Hiding the truth isn't the best choice Yoo. It can lead to break ups." Minji said referring to Siyeon and Bora. I nodded. She informed the other girls and soon all of them where there hugging me and asking me if I was fine. They stayed there for awhile keeping me company till it was late at night so they left. It was only me, Minji and Bora. Minji left for a second to bring us some food.

"Yooh... I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I truly am. I wanted to tell you that since A long time ago. But things happened. We never actually met to solve things out like Dami said... I'm sorry. For everything. You did what you thought it was the best for me. And thank you. It's good to know that I have people who care about me and love me." Bora said. I nodded and smiled at her.

"It's ok unnie. Everything is in the past now. Thank you for forgiving me."

"Pabo! No need to thank me." She said laughing. We stayed there talking a lot trying to catch up. We had six months to talk. We had so much things to say. Not only with Bora but with each of my friends.

And as we were sitting there talking and laughing, someone entered the room.

"Bora?"

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Author's note:
Before you'll say anything about how cruel Yoohyeon's life is I have to tell you this. I used to think, when I read those stuff in fanfics, books, or when I saw them in movies or in general, that it just couldn't be real. How could life be so cruel? Or how could a person be this unlucky and have such an awful past? I just couldn't believe it. I thought that those people were few and not many and that it could only be a coincidence to live all these things in your life. But lately... I changed my mind. After talking with a lot of different people around the world, even after experiencing some personal stuff that I never thought I would... life is complicated and unpredictable. So, these things can really happen to people. We don't really know to whom. But it happens. And some people are strong and can face all these difficulties. Some others not though. So, to end this shit long message, Yoohyeon's past isn't that impossible that you can only see it in books. It happens to people in real life too. Unfortunately.

Also, can you guess who got in the room and met Bora after a long time? I think it's pretty obvious...

Anyway! Remember that English is not my first language so there might be mistakes. I hope you all liked it! Don't forget to like the chapter, and comment, if you want. It helps me A Lot. Bye! See you on Friday! Dream of Dreamcatcher!