Secret Relationship - Markson story

Depression

Bank's POV

        BamBam has been crying in his room nonstop for the past 2 days. Oh well, it is his fault. I have to admit, our family's acting was really good on this one. Baby has been giving him food and water so he is still alive. I kind of feel bad for her, she shouldn't have to punish her older brother like this but it is what it is. Up to now, our father has really stayed out of it since he knows BamBam is scared of him but the time has come for him to confront BamBam. I decided to watch today just to learn from him since I am most likely gonna be in charge of BamBam for the rest of the time. We both walk to his room and attempt to open the door but it was locked.

        "BamBam, open the door right now," I order him.

        "Not right now," He says bitterly. "I'm not in the mood."

        "BamBam, you have two seconds to open this door," I tell him angrily. "I'm not messing around with you."

        "Leave me alone!" He yells back.

        At this point, our father was pissed and just straight up took the door off the hinges. I walked in and BamBam backed up into a corner of the room, hiding his face in his knees. Father walked in behind me and we both looked down at him.

        "Stand up, BamBam," I order him.

        He jumped up and came towards us. It was evident that he was crying but at that one moment, I didn't care. We both stared at the boy up and down, it was clearly making him uncomfortable but that was the point.

        "When I tell you to do something, you do it," I start. "Do  you understand me?"

        "....... Yes"

        "Yes, what?" Father yells.

        "Yes sir!" BamBam cries. 

        "I want this entire top floor cleaned from top to bottom. Sweeping, mopping, bleaching, dusting, the entire thing." I inform him. I should be able to see my reflection on the floor. Understood?"

       "Yes sir," BamBam says.

       "Get to it then," Father yells and BamBam takes off.

       Father and I head downstairs to where my mother and siblings were sitting. We all take a deep sigh before watching a tv show together.

BamBam's POV

       I want to go back to Korea so bad. I hate here. I miss my friends, I miss my members, I miss Jackson, I miss everyone. But it's all my fault, I regret everything. I killed him, I killed Jackson. He will never get to see his parents again, he will never be able to see his home country again. All the things he was looking for in life, I took that from him. His happiness, his smile, his life. I want to see him again, I want to apologize for everything. Why was I so stupid?!

        "Get back to work," Beer orders me. "You need to clean faster than this in order to be done on time. Understood?"

       "Yes sir," I answer.

       Beer walks away smirking and I turn to continue my task. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of my father's wrath if I didn't finish this. Even worse, Bank was starting to become like him. My little sister only comes in to give me food and then leaves right back out. My mother hasn't spoken to me since I got here. I feel so isolated, but that's exactly what I did to Mark and Jackson. I see it all now.

      "Beer," I yell out for my brother. 

      He comes out and glares at me, "What do you want?"

      I look down sadly not sure if I should ask, "Can I please call my members?"