Taesan's POV
'I'm leaving the house' I say to grandfather and he doesn't look up, he just keeps cleaning the weapon, his favorite gun.
There are splatters of fresh blood on it and he's meticulously wiping it, he doesn't care that the source of the blood is still in the room, staining his rug dark red.
'I'm leaving-'
'I heard you the first time, damn it! Now I lost count of the number I was on' he yells and drops the gun on the table to glare at me, he looks livid as he growls at me.
'I'll take my leave now' I say and bow and he slams the gun on the table, my legs ache from standing too long.
Doctor said I haven't healed enough from the breaking to talk unassisted, and I said, fuck you doctor.
Here I am, clenching my teeth to ward off the pain.
'Where are you going?' grandfather asks me with a mocking tone, always looking down on me.
'I'm moving out of the house, grandfather' I hiss and he throws his head back to laugh.
