The Rising Angel~BEN Drowned Fanfiction

Chapter 14

I huff and slump up the cobblestone steps to the mansion. I'm really not in the mood to see Crosshatch, but I knew I'd have to sooner or later. My hand rests on the handle, not moving. I hear moans coming from inside, increasing in volume. I'm unsure of whether I should open it or not until I hear, "Wow, Benny! I never knew you were so muscular~!" What the bloody hell?! I get chills and my hands tremble. Mustering up some courage, I creak the door open. I catch the two whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears and my blood boils. I needed to see this for myself, because without proof, I wouldn't have closure.

I shut the door gently behind me and crawled behind the couch where the two rested their heads against each other. A movie displayed on the flat screen T.V. across them. A chick flick, 'The Notebook'. How original. Humane. Practical. That movie is just so...y'know. So romantic it makes you want to cry and throw up at the same time. The entire time, I just sat there watching both shows play out, one more displeasing than the other. Listening to cliche verses from the movie, puking in my mouth a little. I'd finally seen enough when their tongues were at war. I got on my feet and propped my elbow on the couch, my head resting in my hands. The two jerked away from each other and Ben tried to cover up his act by saying, "Oh hey, S-Silverblade...H-How long have y-you u-uh...been there?" I forced a smile onto my face, blood lust out of control.

"Oh, long enough." I mimicked his tone, "My killing spree was a total bust, so I decided to come home early!" I clapped my hands, "Surprise! Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to bed now." with the fake smile still embedded on my face, I nodded, ending the conversation. 

As I retreated to the wrecked, disgusting bedroom I claimed as my own, my phone buzzed in my back pocket, unwilling to stop. I eased myself on the stained mattress when I got to my room. I reluctantly check the messages. 

BEN~<3's Messages to you:

The last one read:

B: Babe, please forgive me. I didn't want this to happen. It just... happened.

Heh, just happened...

Me: I'm sorry, Ben... ILY.

B: Awh, babe. I love you too.

Me: I think you misunderstood... I'm leaving you. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you. It was... bound to happen anyway. I can't maintain a relationship due to my-uh- bi-polarishness. Whatever, it's cool.

I flung the black IPhone across the bed and pulled a pillow over my face. Why wouldn't he apologize in person? We live in the SAME HOUSE. Is he really that much of a douche bag?! I know we aren't supposed to see each other, he could at least have some decency! Oh God, I feel sick thinking about everything. My phone buzzed a couple of times, then it played his ring tone over and over.

"Don't pretend you're sorry, I know you're not. You know you have the power to make me weak inside. And girl, you leave me breathless, but that's okay. 'Cause you are my survival, now hear me say, I can't imagine life without your love. And even forever don't seem like enough. Every time I breathe, I take you in and my heart beats again. Baby, I can't help it, you keep me drowning in your love..." Muffled sobs escaped the pillow that was soaked in streaks of black mascara. Either that, or my eyes were bleeding again.

I got absolutely no rest last night, even though the calling and buzzing had ended long before. I somehow...wish it hadn't. All that was heard was a pattern of lustful moan erupting from just down the corridor, where Ben's room was. He told me he loved me ten minutes ago. Who in their right minds would have the audacity to do such a thing? Technically, we didn't have right minds. I flipped through all of our conversations, smiling and laughing to myself like an idiot. It seemed like only yesterday Ben was defending me over Jeff. I can't help but blame it on myself. I'm the problem. The f*ck up. The reason my uncle is suddenly against me, the reason I lost my boyfriend, my friend, my old life, and I'm losing my mom. Guilt washed over me and I knew I had to push those thoughts away before I did something dangerous. I had this sudden urge to see Jeff...or maybe just his drugs.