Soft Boys-BenJey

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~Authors note~
     ~To make this story more juicy and personal I'm going to leave tiktok out of it and make Benji and George two normal boys with normal lives. No fame. I've literally done so much research to get to know them both better so I can really capture their characteristics. I know that Benji has a great family and everything is all rainbows and sunshines, but in this book I'm gonna change his family life up a bit. In his YouTube videos he said that his family is catholic. Me, having gone to church half my life, know that if you get a divorce, you're no longer catholic. It is messed up, I know. So in this book Benji's mom got a divorce with Benji's dad because he cheated. She then got remarried to a complete dickhead who treats her, Benji, and his brothers like absolute shit and becomes an alcoholic because she's depressed for throwing away her faith and marrying an asshole.

(: And ALSO...YES! I KNOW I MISS SPELLED JORGE'S NAME OKAY!!! IT'S BC AUTO CORRECT IS A PAIN AND I'M LAZY!!!
So... if someone corrects my spelling or grammar I'm finna throw something :)

Oh! And if you are sensitive to somewhat sexual content, language, self harm, abuse, and all that shit, stop reading or read with caution. Enjoy!

[Unedited]- (I will get to editing after I'm done with the first few chapters)

Benji's Pov:

     My alarm buzzes at 8:00am, but me having stayed up until 4am last night talking on the phone with my friend, has made me far too exhausted to get up; therefore, I press snooze. I am most certainly not a morning person. Mornings hate me and I hate them. Because I stay up so late at night doing all the things I should've gotten done durning the day, I end up staying up super late. Waking up at 8 only gives me four hours of sleep. I need to fix my sleep schedule or I'm never gonna have energy to do anything during the day.

     My bedroom door opens after a loud knock. I quickly throw off the cover that was over my face exposing my eyes to the day light. I let out a slight groan and make eye contact with my stepdad who's standing in my doorway. "Yessir?" I mumble wondering what he could possibly want with me at this hour.

     "I need you to take your brothers to your aunts house," he says sternly.
     "May I ask why?" I ask throwing the rest of my covers off.
     "They're gonna stay there for a while. I'm getting sick of those annoying shits making a mess and leaving it for me or your mother to clean up cause God knows she'll never get to it," he says loud enough for her to hear across the house. Jerk.

     "If there's a mess, you can always ask me to clean. Please don't make them go, this is their home, Derek," I say trying to get him to calm down and be reasonable.

     "I shouldn't have to ask you to do shit! You should take initiative and do it yourself! You are eighteen years old. You should be going to college and getting your own place. Me and your mom will not be slave to you anymore! So, because you want to be a smart ass, you can start paying rent!" He says and walks out leaving the door ever so slightly open. He knows that annoys me.

How the heck was I being a smart ass?

     Honestly, I think my brothers will be better off living with my aunt rather than here in this hell hold. I grab my keys and my phone and head down stairs to where mom and stepdad are fighting once again.

    "They're my kids! You can't send them away!" She says crying while shoving my stepdad back.

     "And you're my wife!" He says and grips her wrist tightly.

     "Hey!" I raise my voice and start coming at him for being a jerk to my mother.

     "No, go back in there Benjamin," my mom snaps at me. I stand in the door way clueless of what to do.

     "Nah, you wanna be all big and try to come at me son?" My stepdad laughs spitefully letting my mom go. I can smell the alcohol in his breath now that he's up in my face. "You think you can boss me around? I am the man of this house!" He says and puts me in a choke hold against the wall. His grip is so tight, I can hardly breathe.

     "Let him go, Derek!" My mom yells and tries to grab his arm. He lets me go and backhands her making her fall into the kitchen table.

     I swear I've never hit anyone in my entire life as hard as I punch Derek in the face just now. He falls to the floor creating a pool of blood from his busted nose. I usually restrain myself from physical fights unless I'm play fighting with my brothers. "I'm gonna kill you!" He growls and grabs my shirt and pulls me into his fist punching me in the ribs. One after one, the punches keep coming until I can't even stand. (Media above)

     "Take your brothers to your aunts house right fucking now!" He yells.

     I slowly stand up nearly falling twice. My body is literally shaking. It hurts so bad...

Derek walks out of the kitchen grabbing a box of cigarettes off of the counter as he leaves. "Mom, come with us, we have to get out of here," I practically beg her.

     "No, I can't," she says crying.

     "Why the heck not?! You're bleeding, mom," I say and grab the bandages from the medicine cabinet and try to help her.

     "Stop it! You need to listen to me and obey the words coming out of my mouth! You need to take you and your brothers to your aunts house and don't come back here," she says in a stern, but caring tone.

     "No, I'm not leaving you mom! Are you crazy? He must have hit you hard as heck to make you think I would leave you with him," I say with tears falling uncontrollably from my eyes.

     "You have to go right now, I'll be okay," she says forcing a smile and taking the bandages from my hands.

    I have to protect my brothers, but I also don't want to leave my mom.

I'll come back for her.

     "Come on guys," I say to my brothers who are standing by the door sniffling.

"We can't leave mom," my youngest brother says crying.

"I'll come back for her," I say and take them out to the car.

*** first chapter is kinda rushed and is a bit dramatic, but it's a short story so get used to it. Kk.