You looked at Ben in shock,
"What?"
"I'm gonna kill him," Ben repeated. You grabbed his arm when he stepped towards the door.
"Ben, please don't," you said, your body shaking. Bens eyes widened before he looked away at the ground.
"S-stop doing that." Ben muttered shakily. Your grip on Ben's arm tightened.
"Stop doing what?" You asked. You felt Ben shake under your touch. You looked at his head as it faced away from you.
"Stop," Ben said softly.
"What?" You asked. Ben shook his head and smiled at you like an innocent child. Ben turned and grabbed your shoulders before he pulled you into a tight hug.
"What did he do to you?" Ben asked, his voice strained. You looked at his green clothing with wide eyes.
"Nothing," you said bluntly. Ben's grip on you tightened.
"I leave you at your house and an hour later I hear you screaming through my tv." Ben choked out. You felt his body shaking through the hug.
"Ben..." You breathed out. He pulled away and walked towards your tv.
"Later..." You heard his whisper barely. He climbed through the tv. Leaving you alone and shocked.
What the fuck just happened?
~
When your family got home you told them about Charlie but didn't mention Ben. They were shocked and disgusted. Your brother was basically breathing fire when he stormed into his room and slammed his door. You ate some random leftovers and sat on your bed in silence. You stared at the wall in from of you, your vision blurring when you spaced out. When you heard movement from your closet you ignored it and kept staring at the poster covered wall in front of you. The movement got louder and more constant the longer you ignored it. Finally you turned your head and looked at where the sounds where coming from. You heard things hitting the side you your closet door when you stood up. You opened the door and a black haired boy looked up at you.
"Hey Jeff..." You smiled. Jeff looked at you and tilted his head in confusion.
"Why are you being so nice, you're acting like its normal I'm sitting in your closet." There was disappointment evident in his voice. You shrugged and fell backwards on your bed. You watched as Jeff fell back and laid next to you. He stared at the ceiling and sighed. You looked at the fresh blood that stained his clothes.
"He's gone." Jeff's voice was quiet. You felt your throat tighten and nodded.
"Oh," that's all that left your mouth. You may have hated him, but he still had a life.
"Charlie I mean?" Jeff added.
Who else? You thought.
"You know, you're actually not that bad." Jeff smiled, still looking at the ceiling. You stared at the side of his face. His scars stretching up towards his ear. You reached your hand out and touch it, instantly regretting doing so. But Jeff didn't stab you like you thought he would. You just turned his head towards you.
"Whatcha doing?" Jeff asked. You ran your hand over the scar and felt Jeff's eyes on you.
"Sorry," you said, pulling your hand away from his face.
"Do it again and I'll stab you," he said, laughing at his sarcasm. You turned your head towards the ceiling and closed your eyes.
"I'm tired." You yawned.
"Then go to sleep, I'll tell Ben you said goodnight."
Authors note:
Yes that is my art at the top. If you'd like to see more of my art (which has a lot of creepypasta) then check out my Instagram @/mystogxn.
