Disconnect Me (Ben Drowned Romance)

Chapter 4: A Slow Beginning To a Slow End

Chapter 4: A Slow Beginning To a Slow End
Ben's P.O.V

"AAHHAHAHAHAAAAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!"
Shooting up like a rocket and screaming as high as a girl, I found myself sitting in my bed. My mind was twirling with thoughts. Was that a dream?! Cause holy shit that felt real as hell!
I threw my covers off and saw my foot completely normal. I sighed with relief. Just then, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs that sounded nearly as identical to a Goron stomping away.
My door was swung open and my father, looking dreadful and stupid, stared at me with blaring annoyance.
"Can you EVER shut up, Ben?! Seriously! I've had such a rough day and I can't take this much pressure!"
By that, he slammed my door shut. I felt like laughing. A rough day?! Doing what? Watching TV?! That's supposed to be hard?! Unless he's watching Twilight then I don't see anything that makes his day worse.
I calmed for a moment. Still pretty sweaty and shaken. What time is it? I glanced out the window and saw it was just getting dark. Huh...
I got up and opened the door. I noticed I was in my black T-shirt with the Triforce on it and my black and red striped boxers.
I begun down the stairs cautiously.-- remembering the 'incident' that could have been my imagination
I saw my father watching football. Our team wasn't even playing so I don't see any use of watching football. Dad seemed to have gotten a little better, but he was still drinking.
"Hey, Dad. S-sorry about that.. I had a nightmare." He glanced at me.
"You should've grew out of that you little shit. Make yourself useful for once and grab me beer." My heart turning cold, I nodded. I can't not listen to my dad. He'll beat me. I'm already down to skin and bones so what I least want is a broken bone or bones.
Walking to the fridge with my skinny arms swaying slightly, I opened it and grabbed the first bottle that I saw.
Going back to my father, I hand it to him and he grabs it. Before he opens it, he looks at the thumbnail and his hands squeezed it rather hard.
"You little shit! You got the wrong one!!" His booming and scary voice made my heart stop. He stood and without hesitation, slammed the bottle across my head. Screaming and terror I fell with no idea where I was heading. Bonking my head on the nearest table, my father grabbed my skinny arm and pulled me up to my feet and slapping me.
I fell to the ground numb.
My mind completely drawn to a blank, I felt my head come back to the world. I laid there for a moment until I finally felt my nerves. I felt nothing... Nothing?
I got up a and saw my dad sitting there staring at me.
"You gonna get me a beer or sleep on the damn floor, you fucking idiot." What? I... Just got him a beer... Or... Was that a delusion?
What the fuck is going on?! This so weird! Two times now!
I got up and went to the refrigerator and grabbed the right beer. I quickly made my way back to my father. Handing him the beer, he swiped it away and opened it with no effort. He gulped it down and after I noticed I was staring at him, he looked up at me.
"You gonna go?" He asked. I nodded looking down. I was tempted to say goodnight by hugging him but he isn't the same dad I knew.... Fuck it.
My skinny arms wrapped around his large body. I felt like crying. I missed this so much.
He was as surprised as me. Though it surprised me even more to feel him grasp me tightly. After letting a couple tears go, I let go and walked away quickly trying to avoid awkwardness while calling,
"Night, Love you." In a shaky and non controllable voice.
Of course as I suspected, he was quiet. No, 'love you too, Gameboy!' Or 'don't let the bed bugs bight!'.
It hurts you know... I used to respect my dad so much. I loved him more then mom. But that changed quickly....
Heading back to my room, I was incredibly surprised to hear my dad call my name. I turned and saw him running up the stairs.
While watching him making his way up, he got to the top and pulled me in another hug. Letting loose millions of tears felt amazing. It was like before. Just like before. But I was pretty disappointed to find myself standing outside my rooms door. Delusion...
Fuck... How long is this going to go on?
I was about to break in tears, but I fought them. Opening the door to my room was both an enjoyable moment and a very boring experience.
As I walked to my bed, I felt my head just in case the delusion was a delusion. I wonder why this keeps happening...
I laid down and pulled the covers over my body and cuddling up.
While the night passed with rolling and every once in awhile groaning, I finally decided to give up sleep.
Looking out the window was rather relaxing. It was a nice view of the sky and many times if I were upset I would start talking to mom. I feel very childish of doing that. What am I? 16? Already lost track.
I got up and decided to use the bathroom quickly. I need to do something! Dad took away my N64! He must have found it when I was at school.
I was walking down the stairs quickly when I saw my father gone... And the TV going all haywire. I went over to it and shut it off quickly. I looked outside to see his car gone.
Dad's gone? Why? That doesn't make any sense.. Maybe he ran out of beer. I quickly made my way to the fridge and opened it to see the same amount of beer I remember seeing when I got him one. That's odd... He only goes out of the house for beer.
Scratching my head in confusion, I made myself a peanut butter and jelly and went to the bathroom. (I know, who makes something to eat and goes to the bathroom?) Looking in the mirror, I was relieved to see me. Though not very proud.
Sighing tiredly, I did my business. After washing my hands, I picked the sandwich up and ate it quickly.
I sat on the couch for awhile while daydreaming about things. Until I heard the front door open. My head shot up and I looked to see my father. Well, at least he made it home safely...
I watched as my father limped over to me while breathing obnoxiously loud.
"Wh-what are you still doing up you little shit." He asked while flopping down next to me.
"I can't sleep." I said while deepening my voice in annoyance.
"Well that's your fault."
"I never said it was yours."
My dad glanced at me with envy.
"Where'd you go?" I asked changing the subject. Though he didn't answer me.
"Dad!" I yelled, while my head started to pound in pain.
"I didn't go anywhere."
"You didn't go anywhere my ass! Why are you lying to me?! There's no need to keep this shit from the only person who'll ever listen to you!" I yelled. I surprised myself by doing so because I'm usually afraid of him. I got up and before leaving I yelled,
"Dad, if your ready to be honest just talk to me cause I won't put up with this."
God, why did my head just suddenly hurt? Weird. Even more weird, why didn't my dad yell at me or threaten to strangle me? Maybe he's just tired.