Moral Queries [Scream Fanfiction]

Surprise Visit!

(TW: mentions of child abuse,mainly physical)

Ever since their first meeting everything had been pretty smooth-sailing. Life had it's ups and downs. 90% of the time his dad wasn't home and Benedict was happy. He'd hang out with Billy and Stu, sometimes Randy as well. They'd talk shit, because if you think girls are the only ones who gossip you are dead wrong, watch movies or go eat at some shitty fast food chain. 

They either hung out at Stu or Ben's house, their parents were gone the most. Ben had also taken to staying over at Stu's whenever his dad was home, because the man wasn't the most pleasant. On a good day, Mr. Sinclair would shut himself in the office he rarely used since he was rarely home and work. On an alright day, he'd sit in front of the TV and make some snide comments about Ben looking like like a pansy, or ,more appropriately for his place of origin, a poof? He always had something to complain about. Ben was too quiet or too loud, Ben looked too feminine was one of his more popular complaints, but Benedict could just tell he didn't want to admit he looked like his mother.

No of course not why would he? Afterall he would not relate the love of his life to this... this monster that had taken her from him.

On a bad day Mr. Sinclair would drink and let his emotions out. Mostly on the furniture but sometimes Ben got caught in the crossfire. It wasn't so bad, a black eye or a bruise or two, maybe a bruised ego to go with it.

It was on one such occasion he'd gone to Stu's house.

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The motherfucked had hit him, Ben thought to himself as he jumped out of his bedroom window with his bag which had a couple notebooks, pencils and a change of clothes inside. 

He hadn't even done anything wrong he had just... Been there.

And here he was now, in front of the Macher household in the dead of night, with a busted lip and a developing black eye. He could not be more greatful Stu's parents were gone.

 Said boy opened the door in his pajamas, which consisted of a robe and boxer shorts, and an annoyed expression on his face, though when he saw Ben's face his annoyance disappeared and was instead replaced with genuine concern. "Ben? What the fuck..." He mumbled, but ushered the brown haired boy inside at the same time.

"I don't really want to talk 'bout it. Can I stay over?" Ben asked, looking to the side. He wasn't crying or anything, he felt weirdly apathetic to the whole thing and yet for some reason he couldn't stand being at home.

Stu looked a little speechless but he seemed to get the hint. "Sure man, let's go up to my room and watch something. You'll feel better"

Benedict simply nodded and started walking up the stairs to Stu's room, no words were exchanged between them but there was a mutual understanding, they didn't need to talk. It was just fine this way.

The shorter boy took a sit down on Stu's bed and waited for the other to roll the TV over. Ben watched Stu as he was setting everything up and the way he'd glance back towards him with curiousity and concern.

Whatever, he'd just tell him, it wasn't so bad anyway. He looked away, staring at the wall next to Stu instead of at the man himself, "T'was my dad. He got pissed at me and there wasn'- there wasn' anything for him to break nearby." He spat out the explanation quickly, in hopes that Stu would just accept it and not look at him like that anymore, so pitifully, like he was a fragile little kid. He wasn't fragile at all.

Stu thankfully didn't seem to make a big deal out of it as he shoved some brain-rotting, trashy movie into the VHS player. He sat down next to Benedict and leaned back on the bed, the brown-haired boy followed that action and stared straight ahead at the TV. Time seemed to pass quickly just like that, the movie succeeding in making it's viewers so brain-dead they can't bear to muster up a thought even for laughs.

 As it reached it's end, Stu turned to Benedict. His eyes had started drooping and he was leaning to the side a lot more.

"I'm sorry about your dad."

"It's fine."

"He shouldn't've done that."

"I know."

Stu reached around and wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, pressing him up to his side. Stu was warm, Ben noted mentally as his eyelids fell lower and lower, he could almost forget everything.

Briefly he glanced up, meeting Stu's eyes. Was he staring at him? Stu quickly diverted his attention to something else, pretending that he was never looking at Benedict in the first place. Ben smiled and let his eyes close, Stu was funny like that sometimes, he liked that about him.

Just like that he fell asleep in Stu's arms and Stu fell asleep holding him, they fit like a puzzle. A wonky shaped one but a puzzle nonetheless.

When Stu was sure Benedict had fallen asleep, he gently and cautiously removed the boy from himself and gently layed his head down on the bed. He hadn't said anything but it was freezing and they'd been sitting on top of the blanket this whole time.

He tiptoed over to the closet and grabbed a spare blanket, heading back to the bed and covering Ben with it. How the hell was he not freezing his ass off this whole time? He swore this kid was some kind of alien or something.

He extended his hand and traced the cut on Ben's lips, taking it back at lightning speed as Benedict made a grimace and turned to the side. The boy's face was pretty with red on it. Something about it just looked good. He sighed, walking over to what he supposed was 'his' side. "Prob'ly should've iced that." He muttered as he layed down and covered himself with the blanket. 

"Eh, he shouldn't have slept then." he shrugged and closed his eyes, falling asleep within minutes.