Eunhyuk's POV

Living nightmare. This is how I can describe my life. I am helplessly watching how is father choking my younger brother Yesung. Father is drunk again because this is what he does after work. Father has restaurant right under our flat and in eleven in the evening he closes the restaurant and opens one beer after another.

He finally let go of Yesung's neck and stands up on his wobbly legs.

"Useless brats."

Father says this all the time so his words doesn’t hurt me anymore. He goes out and he will probably drink till he pass out so we will have to take care about restaurant tomorrow. I help Yesung to stand up and gently massage his bruised neck.

"Come on I will make you hot tea."

I lift him and help him to sit down on couch. I know that the tea wont help him much but it is all I can do. Father’s anger is only bigger when I am trying to defeat Yesung. He is mute but not since his birth. Our mother died during labour and father tried to choke Yesung while he was small baby. He broke something in his vocal cords and since then Yesung can make just sounds. Moreover they didn’t want to admit him in normal school so he went to school for disabled. But school for disabled is only elementary so he cant study anymore. I am studying on college and after school I work in father's restaurant because otherwise Yesung would collapse from overworking.

Yesung is drinking the tea and whines.

"Aggghr."

The sounds he is making are so painful and full of sorrow. No one beside me understand to his wails and whines but I do.

"I know, it hurts."

I his hair and wash the cup. His small hands are ruined by long hours of washing the dishes in the restaurant so at least I wash the dishes at home. He takes short shower and we go in bed. Our flat  has small living room and two bedrooms, one is father's and the second one is our. We are sleeping in traditional way, on sleeping pads on floor. We unfold the pads and take our blankets and pillows from closet. We lay down with pads close to each other. Every day before Yesung falls asleep I am telling him things which I learnt in school. I am studying economy so it is something like fairy tales for him. From elementary school he has just basics but don’t think that he is stupid, he just cant go to school but I am trying to teach him. But it is hard when he is always tired to death from work. Yesung cant rest even after closing hours, father always gives him tons of tasks. I help him as much as I can but father sometimes beat me because I am doing Yesung's work and I have to study. Yesung's only free time are Sunday's afternoons when is the restaurant closed. These days are the best because we are alone together and can do what we want with our little money. Father goes to some sport match every Sunday so we are safe and can cheer up little bit but it is too short and the hell begin from again right on Monday.