Jungkook's Pov

"Hello, Jungkook." The counselor smiles at me. I sit down in front of her desk with a straight face.

"How was your day today?" I shrug, not feeling in the mood for talking.

"You need to talk in order for us to cooperate," she sighs.

"Maybe I don't feel like talking today," I say after a moment or so of silence.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Why do you have to be so nosy?" I smirk. The counselor's eye twitches. I can tell that she is getting more frustrated with me each second.

"Do you want me to get your father on the phone?" She asks.

"Do it. I dare you... He's probably too drunk to even pick up the phone, but good luck at trying." I spit sarcastically. The counselor, who should actually be helping me, rolls her eyes and picks up the phone on her desk. She dials my father's number. I hear the rings throughout the room. When I hear my father's voice come through the phone, I gulp. I fumble with my fingers and fidget in my seat. I wasn't nervous before. Now I am, though. Let's just say my father isn't the nicest man. Especially when he is angry.

"Yes," the counselor nods. "He isn't cooperating. He's being straight out rude." I scoff. If only she knew... I gulp when I hear a sigh from the other line.

"I'll be there to pick him up in ten minutes," I hear through the phone before the line goes dead. There is a couple of minutes of silence between the counselor and me.

"Why did you have to call him?" I ask. I gulp in the realization that I'm going to get in a lot of trouble. Who knows what will happen when I get home?

"Because of your behavior."

"Do you even realize what you have just done?"

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I sit in one of the leather chairs as my father fills out the suspension papers. Okay, this may not be the first time I disrespected an adult like that... I do understand what I did was wrong, though. I will probably apologize to the counselor when I get back in school next week.

"What has my son done, exactly?" My father asks. I wince when the principal starts speaking.

"Uh, let me see." The principal turns in his chair and brings out a file. My file. "He has skipped classes, he has disrespected just about all of our staff members, and he has gotten in many fights. We haven't been able to contact you about most of this because every time we do, you are usually out of the country for a business trip." My father's jaw clenches as I gulp. This will definitely not end well on my part when we get home. Or when we get to the car.

"Oh, he did?" My father asks while eyeing me with a scary look in his eye. A look that I'd rather not decipher. The principal nods in response as my father sighs.

"Yes. He will be suspended for at least five days. If he comes back and acts the same, it will be another instant two more days."

"Alright. Thank you. I can assure you that these kinds of things will not happen again." My father stands up from his chair, as do I. I'd rather not anger him more than I already have. My father smiles a fake kind of smile as he shakes the principal's hand. He grips my arm and drags me out of the building after grabbing my things from my locker. When we reach the car I quickly climb into the passenger side and buckle up. When we start to drive down the road, Father loses it.

"Why would you do those things?!" He screams. I bet people outside of the car could hear us.

"Because of how you treat me! You treat me like I am nothing! I wish I could just-" I stop myself when I realize what I am saying. He glares at me as we pull up to our house. I gulp when he turns to me.

"Get inside the house."

"I-"

"Now." He grits his teeth with a deadly kind of look in his eye. I gulp and grab my backpack before walking towards the door and into the house. He follows behind me and slams the door shut. Tears brim in my eyes because of fear. As he walks towards me. I turn and start to sprint up the stairs. He sees what I am doing and grabs my ankle, tripping me. He pulls me back down the stairs by my ankle, surely leaving a bruise.

Jungkook's Pov

Bruises. That's all there is. After just two days of being home because of suspension, all I can see is bruises. I shake my head and look away from the mirror. I can't take this anymore. Why can't I just leave him? Why can't I go stay with a relative or friend? Oh, right, because I am being blamed for my mother's death from my family members and I don't have any friends. Any real friends, at least. I pull my shirt over my head, covering the massive bruise on my stomach, and walk out of the bathroom. I check the hall to make sure he isn't there before quickly walking into my room and shutting the door.

I sit down on the floor with my back to the frame of my bed. I search under my bed for a moment or so before pulling out my old "Memory Box". I take out the old tapes inside and quickly put them into the small tape player in front of my Telly. I smile when I see the old home video of my mother and I messing around in the backyard. She laughs as I tackle her for a hug. We fall in the pile of leaves, it was the season of Fall. We used to have small competitions and throw them at each other. I was around twelve at the time. I sigh in comfort as I hear my mother's voice.

"Jungkook! Don't put leaves in my hair!" She laughs. I feel tears fall down my face as I watch more and more videos. One of them is my fourteenth birthday... A couple of months before she died... She had died due to murder. She and I were both at home. I remember the day clearly. I was in my room doing homework while she was downstairs making dinner for Father and I. Just as I had finished the last math problem on my assignment, I heard her scream. I'd rather not say the rest... A lot of my family turned away and blamed me for this. Because I was the only one home with her at the time, I was an instant suspect. My father had started to believe our other family members as well. He blamed me.

As I watched another video I realized what it was when the woman started to speak. It was the news story about my mother being killed. My father cried while I recorded it. It was one of the only memories I had left of her. The only thing I had left was probably the tapes, some pictures, and the blanket she had made me when I was born. Everything else either my father had or he had gotten rid of it. A little while after Mother died, he had a breakdown of a sort. He destroyed most of her possessions and a lot of the family pictures we had usually hanging on the wall. The only things I was able to keep were the things that I hid from him while he had the small rampage.

As it gets towards the ending of the video, a loud bang is heard from my door. He opens the door and his jaw instantly clenches while his eyes go wide when he sees the video. He glares at me and walks towards me. He shoves me out of the way before taking the tape out of the player and taking the box of tapes with him. My eyes widen when he walks into the living room, me following behind, and I see that there is a small fire in our fireplace.

"Dad," I croak. He doesn't listen. I start to walk towards him as he throws the first tape into the flames.

"No!" I shout. I grab his arm to stop him. He shouts at me and pushes me away, making me hit the small glass coffee table. I instantly feel the sting from the cut on my leg as he throws another tape away to burn.

"Stop! Please!" Tears flow down my face as he does this. That was my only memory of her. Those tapes. He can't just take that away. She was my mother. I have my rights to remember her. The next thing I know I am jumping onto his back to prevent him from picking up another one. He walks back and shoves me against the wall, making me lose my grip on him. The wind is knocked out of me and I fall to the ground. By the time I regain my breath and look up, the box is empty and there is smoke filling the room due to burning plastic

Jimin's Pov

I sigh and slouch deeper into my chair. The class has been boring the past couple of days. Probably because he wasn't here. He would always make some rude remark that would make my day. He would always exaggerate when he would get in trouble and it made me smile and laugh while the teachers would usually shake their heads. The news going around the school was that he got suspended. My good friends, Taehyung and Yoongi, said that they had seen him being dragged out of the school by his father, who didn't look in the mood for a joke.

"It sucks that he got suspended, he made me laugh." Taehyung takes a seat at our usual table for lunch. Yoongi and I sit down as well with the trays of who knows what that the teachers call "meatloaf". I swear, I just saw it moving.

"Who in their right minds would eat this... This thing?" Taehyung pokes his fork at it and quickly shoves it away, gagging as he does so. I think for a moment or two before doing the same. I shudder at the thought of what could be inside the mysterious lunch meat before going back to the topic about him. About Jungkook. The entire cafeteria chatters and buzzed with things like the latest news about the football team to the latest trend on Twitter. Yoongi picks at his salad that he had brought from home before speaking up.

"I know Tae and I saw what happened before they got into the car, but did you see what happened when they were in the car?" He asks suddenly. Taehyung and I turn our heads.

"I didn't really pay attention to anything. Why? What happened?" Taehyung asks. I raise an eyebrow, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"His father was yelling at him-"

"My parents would do that. I'm pretty sure all parents would do that. I mean, if I was a parent and my kid got suspended, I would be pretty mad. That doesn't mean anything," Taehyung interjects.

"I know, but I think there's more going on than it seems. When his father was yelling at him, he seemed so scared. He seemed like he was about to be killed."

"That's how I am when my parents are yelling at me. It's scary when people yell. It's loud and sometimes uncalled for," I say. I'm pretty sure I was just saying that to try and reassure myself more than him, though.

"I just... What if something is going on? What if it's something serious?" Yoongi asks.

"Just drop it. If it was that serious he would call the authorities. We shouldn't be worrying about it." Yoongi sighs at Taehyung's statement.

"... I guess you're right. I'm just making stuff up in my head," he finally says.

I smile. "Yeah, it's nothing."

For some reason, I couldn't quite believe my statement to be true...

Jungkook's Pov

I sit at the kitchen table in silence. Yuhyung, my father, sits across from me. I chew slowly on the piece of chicken in my mouth as I stare off into the distance. Yuhyung sips on his wine while I have a small glass of water next to me. Neither of us knows what to say, really. I'm just afraid that if I open my mouth, I would say the wrong thing. If I say the wrong thing, I would get hurt. I miss school, in all honesty. I don't miss the assignments, homework, and the teachers; but I do miss the fact that I could be gone from my father for at least seven hours a day. I don't get hurt and I don't get in trouble that way. Well, not from him, at least.

When we are finished, we clean up our plates and I instantly head to my room. Yuhyung's phone rings as I walk up the stairs. I walk into my room and close the door when he starts to yell into the phone. It's probably his work again, judging and yelling at him for not doing his best at his job. By the time he hangs up the phone, I am hoping that he won't come up and take out his anger on me. I guess luck isn't on my side today because he comes into my room and slaps me across the face, telling me what a poor excuse for a son I am. By the time he leaves, I am mumbling over and over to myself,

"Why do you hate me? What have I done?"