Terrible Things (billy talent) [ON HOLD]

Chapter four

When I woke up, I noticed that Ben was sleeping in the bed too. It must've been cold last night. I got off the bed quietly, and walked downstairs, into the kitchen and looked through the cupboards for something to eat. I found some coco pops and put them into a bowl, then I went to the fridge looking for some milk. After a few minutes of moving things around, I finally found some milk, and poured it into my bowl. I put the milk back, and started looking through all the draws for a spoon.

"What are you doing?" I heard someone ask. I turned around to see Ben staring at me weirdly, from the top of the stairs.

"Trying to find a spoon..." I told him, I could feel my checks go red with embarrassment. I'm not sure why though, it wasn't even embarrassing.

"They're in the top draw, Aaron..." He said, walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

"I checked in there, and there wasn't- oh, look I found some spoons!" I said, opening the top draw.

"You're such an idiot..." He said, and turned the TV on, sitting at the table.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" I asked, grabbing a spoon and taking my bowl to the table.

"I'm not hungry." He told me, as I sat down at the table, next to him.

"Okay." I said, and started eating. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it was, eating in front of someone I barely knew. I finished eating, and put my bowl in the sink. "Was it cold last night?" I asked him, wondering why he got into the bed.

"Not really..." He replied, as I walked back over to the table.

"Then why did you get into the bed?" I asked, really confused now.

"Um... I-uh... Don't worry..." He said, and walked over to the couch. I followed him, sitting on the couch and grabbing the TV remote. I put the remote back down, and crossed my legs on the couch.

"You still haven't told me what happened," I told him, "I want to know... Can you please tell me?" I asked. I wanted to know what had happened, so I could help him deal with it, although I basically already knew the majority of what happened, judging by the dead guy that we had to bury.

"I don't know where to start..." He explained, stuttering a little.

"Okay, um... Who was he?" I asked, helping him explain it to me.

"H-he was my dad..." He said, making my eyes widen with surprise.

"But you said that he was with your mum, on a holiday or something with work...?" I explained, more than confused already.

"No, that was my stepdad that went with my mum." He explained, but I was still confused. Why would he kill his dad? "You look confused..." He told me, and sighed. "Just wait, I'll explain." He said and stood up, grabbing a glass of water from the coffee table.

"I am confused... I'm very confused, Ben." I said, stretching my arms out a bit.

"Well, before we moved here, I used to live with my dad. My parents had already divorced before then, but my mum never had the money to look after me, so I had no choice but to live with my dad. I hated him. I hated him a lot." He told me, sitting down, and taking a sip of water.

"Why did you hate him so much?" I asked, wondering how you could possibly hate your own flesh and blood that much.

"Ever since I had to live with him, I had to put up with all the abuse from him. He told me that, if my mum ever found out, he would kill me, and I believed him, because he already hurt me, so why wouldn't he kill me? So whenever my mum visited and she saw the bruises, I always told her that it was the kids at school. He's been like that since I was like... Ten or twelve..." He explained, making me feel terrible that he had to put up with that at such a young age.