Abused (JiKook)

Chap 2 - Tapes

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.