Don't Stay, Don't Go (Ben Drowned Love Story)

Ch. 2

(Ben's POV)

I look at her through the window, sitting in the tree by her window. She is really stupid, her bed is right under the window.

I scoff, this one will be easy. To bad I had to come in the rain to watch her. I watch her put her phone down, pop a few pills in her mouth, and lay on her side facing the room. I know she's not asleep, she's to still and rigid for that.

Did I scare the baby? Poor soul.

I jump down and curse myself. You know that think where you jump and your ankle hurts but isn't sprained or broken? That happened. I hiss at my stupidity and walk away, limping slightly. The night is still yound! I look through the windows of houses in the complex and try to find a good target.

No. No. No. You'll never win at Call Of Duty like that! I'm getting sidetracked.

I hiss at myself, finding a suitable target could take ages! To bad The Observer isn't here, he would probably know a good target. I trudge through the hardening rain looking for a screen to get me home. Everything is closed because it's the middle of the night. I guess the only way home is to break in somewhere.

I come across a run down house a couple minutes of strolling from Elizabeth's, and walk up to the front door. I knock on it and hide in the tall bushes nearby.

"H-hello?" A middle aged woman opens the door. She has shoulder length black hair and dark tattoos running up her arm. "Boys? Is that you?" She grabs an umbrella and steps outside, leaving the door by a few steps. "I'm goin' to tell your mother!" Quickly I dash into her home through the space between her and the door. I hear her close the door and head upstairs. I walk around, looking for a TV, a GameBoy, anything really. I stumble into the living room and find a small TV. I run over to it, careful to avoid making noise, and quickly make my way home.

"I'm back!" I shout.

"Good! Did you get stuff for some cookies?" Maskie asks. Oops?

"Why do you always ask me? I never get it. Sorry buddy." I apologize.

"Damn it! Fine, I'll get some tomorow." He hisses as he walks back to his room.

"Sorry!" I yell.