Bentley Olly is the only girl out of five children and being the middle child only makes it worse. The Olly family are known quite well in the neighborhood because of their gold digging , alcoholic father, Kenny. Bentley has never had anyone to rely...
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"BENNY, GET YOUR ASS UP." Kristov shouts in Bentley's ear as he pushes all his weight onto her. Angry, she groans and pushes him off her forcefully.
"Get the hell out, Kris" Bentley groaned as she ran her hands through her tangled hair. "Don't you have a liquor store to scam or some shit."
"Don't be rude, Benny." He joked, "Ken told me to wake you up because we need to go find dad."
"Why do we need to go find him." She scoffs, "He always finds his way back home one way or another." She throws the blankets off herself as she stands and walks to her small bathroom that was embedded in the room.
"Yeah, but Flore has a parent meeting this morning and they need an adult present." He explains while eating what seemed to be a piece of candy from the dirty carpet floor.
"Why can't you or Ken just go?" Bentley asks in an annoyed tone as she prepares her worn out tooth brush.
"Ken has work and quite frankly I am not Flore's parent." Kris explains.
"Well have fun looking for Kenny in time for the meeting, but if you will excuse me I need to get dressed."
"Where are you going?" Kris asks with a raised eyebrow, he wasn't concerned he was just simply nosey.
"Out with a friend." She answers.
"What friend?" He questions, "Is it Jessica, the one with the nice tits?"
Bentley wheels around and points her finger at the door, "Get the hell out."
Without a word Kris stands up and walks out the door while Bentley is following him ready to slam the it.
As Kris makes his way down the stairs he can smell burnt toast and coffee as his oldest brother,Ken,tries to cook.
"I don't think you were supposed to leave it in there that long." A small voice calls out.
"I don't think you under stand how hard it is to work a toaster." Ken tells his younger brother as he places the charred toast on a plate along with eggs. Florence stares at the plate with a face of disgust before pushing it away from him. "Are you not going to eat it." Ken asks with his lips pressed together and raised eyebrows. Ken was a sweetheart, in his own way, he loves to make everyone feel safe and happy.
"Ken, it looks like shit." Rasped Florence, "I'm not sure eggs are even supposed to be brown"
"What, Fore. C'mon it's delicious." Ken laughed, "See watch, Kris-"
