teach me how to heal (bxb)

C 1- "Shit!"

"Shit!" I heard my mother whisper to my dad. I wasn't sure what was going on, it almost felt like I was floating even though I was laying on the floor. It was kinda funny. I heard pounding then voices, aggressive voices. My brain couldn't comprehend who was speaking or when, just muffled voices. I felt myself grow more woozy and numb as I drifted off, the faint sound of sirens filling my ears.

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Before:

It was 3:25 in the afternoon and i was supposed to be home by 3:30. Shit! I ran towards my house, trying to keep my composure because I knew what would happen if I were late.

I sprinted through a shortcut I'd found, through some woods, and entered my quiet neighborhood. I glanced at my watch again. 3:35. I was out of breath and sweating profusely, there was no was I'd get there soon, so I tried to think of ways to sneak in.

It's useless to try and sneak in. The best course of action would be to go in quietly through the front door and pray no one notices. My house came into view as I turned the final corner towards impending doom.

I turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open silently, as I'm used to doing. The door didn't squeak so I had an internal celebration. I was about to walk off before I heard someone someone shift on the couch in the living room.

"Benjamin," my mother called out from across the room, "what the hell are you doing home so late? I give you one job one! And you still manage to fuck it up. Your father will be hearing about this." She raged. I wasn't about to argue with her. Live with these people your whole life and you can tell when there an inch away from losing it. She stomped over to me.

"Sorry, mother, ill do better." I said quietly as I tilted my head down to face the floor, she liked that.

"Better not happen again, this is strike two." She said sharply. "Upstairs." She commanded. I briskly walked upstairs, keeping my gaze down. I pushed open the door to my "room" and walked in silently.

My room consisted of a mattress and window. It definitely wasn't much but it's all I've ever known so I have no problem with it. I often wonder what a normal bed would feel like, even a blanket too.

I drop my backpack on the floor, immediately beginning my homework. Another rule in the house; straight A's or straight to hell. Well that's not exactly what my parents said but it gets the job done better. I opened my chemistry book and flipping to the right chapter. I missed learning about space in elementary school. I had an odd connection to it. I loved the stars, planets, the vast open space that would kill you in a millisecond if you tried to swim up there.

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I shut the last book and sighed. My stomach growled.

I pondered the thought of sneaking downstairs to grab dinner. My mother usually didn't allow me dinner, especially when I'm in trouble. I can only eat in front of guests. My stomach growled again.

Fuck it. I slowly stood up, wincing at the remains of the previous night when I'd spilled water on the floor. Father wasn't in too good of a mood, so I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I creaked open the door, shutting it just as silently behind me and sneaking down the carpeted stairs. I heard my parents in their room. Probably figuring out a "punishment" for me being late.

Luckily, our floorboards weren't squeaky, as my family spends more money on the house than raising the son they've never wanted. Finally I reached the pantry and opened the door carefully. The house was still silent.

I reached for a box of cheese-itz, my dads weird craving he gets when he drinks, but my arm was yanked back. I grimaced as it went backwards a little two far.

"Excuse me, but did anyone give you permission to come down here, let alone steal my food?!" My father ground out. "I just cannot stand you these days, thinking you can do whatever you want, show up whenever you want. You know you're becoming quite the brat if you aren't already one!" He yelled, throwing my arm from his grip. That'll leave a mark.

"Go upstairs, now, before you make me even angrier." He said, shoving me away. I stumbled before once again speed walking up the stairs without saying a word.