Drunk As Usual

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*James's P.O.V*

Ben was 3 hours late, again. He was out drinking with his old mates. He does it every single night and he would abuse me afterwards. He would try to abuse Sawyer but I would protect her. I'm actually glad Ben isn't home at the moment. I don't want to face him today. Sawyer and I were playing a nice game of Monopoly. It was Sawyer's turn when we heard someone trying to unlock the front door. We both know who that is. It's Ben trying to unlock the front door.

"Stay here, ok?" I said, "I don't want you to get hurt by drunk dad." She nodded. I ruffled her hair as I walked out of my room. Ben managed to unlock the front door and walked in drunkenly. It seemed like he had a lot of fun with his old mates. He was saying random shit, tripping over his own feet and he looked exhausted. He needs to get to bed.

"Ben, you need to get to bed right this instant," I said to him.

"No I fucking don't," he slurred, his breath smelling of alcohol. He started to walk weirdly to the kitchen. I know what he's about to get. He's planning to drink another beer and getting more drunk. Sawyer doesn't need to see Ben get more drunk. He's gone to far this time.

"Ben, you don't need another beer, you've gone too far this time," I explained. He said something that I couldn't under stand. He slurred most of his words and he said things that wasn't even proper English.

"Ben, listen to me, you need to think of Sawyer," I said, "She doesn't want to see her second dad drunk every night."

"I'm not drunk eveeerrrryyyyy night," he replied, slurring 'every'. Ok, I can't let Sawyer listen to anymore of this.

"Ben, you're going to bed right now," I exclaimed, angrily, "Whether you like it or not." I was about to grab his arm when he elbowed me in the stomach and pushed me into the hallway wall. Fuck. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sawyer slightly from the door frame. I could tell that she was on the verge of crying. Great, she saw what happened.

"I'm going to bed, not because you told me too," he slurred. He drunkenly walked to his bed. He won't remember this in the morning.

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