☆𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬☆

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

vol. 2

ben walked up to anne's locker. seeing him from the corner of her eye, she rolled them and started to leave but he caught her before she could. she turned to him with a dead look on her face. the expression only showed when he was around. "you're wasting my time" she spoke as he was just standing there not knowing what to say.

"how's uhh how's y/n?"  he fiddled with his hands. it's been a week and y/n was basically being home school before she was okay enough to come back. he hasn't seen her since the last time he left her house. "worse!" she said with fake excitement. ben's eyebrows furrowed. "worse?"

"the doctor said she's swelling. she lied to her mom and doctor saying she landed too hard from cliff diving, unbelievable but they still accepted it......that's what happens when you basically rape a girl" she said out loud. a girl at her locker beside anne's looked over at them uncomfortable with what she accidentally heard. the color in ben's face left as he heard her say that. he glanced at the random girl and back at anne leaning down a little.

"i didn't do that!" he said in a low voice not wanting to get any more attention towards the subject. "don't try to put false accusations on me. it wasn't like that" ben felt unsure with his words.

'was it?' he said in his head as that day came back and replayed in his head. he leaned back up and bit the inside of his cheek.

"tell that to her ice pack" she closed her locker and walked off leaving ben and his thoughts.

"—READY!....HUT" the football player threw the ball back. ben tried to focus on the practice game in front of him but he couldn't, his thoughts kept distracting him. those words anne said to him today haunted him like it was his personal demon. he didn't want to believe he had done that—he knew he didn't do it. but he didn't know what anything was anymore.

ben caught the ball but was immediately tackled by one of the players. the coach blew his whistle calling a break. "JONES!" he yelled to ben. he silently cursed at himself as he took his helmet off walking over to the bench. he sat down as the coach stood in front of him.

"what's been up with lately huh?" the coach asked. ben chugged his water and shrugged his shoulders. "i don't know—can't think straight" he answered. "you've been lacking all week boy. you need to get your head in the game, can't win state like this"

"i'm trying. i'm trying my best" ben talked over him. "if you can't think straight, then think gay" coach said. "what?" ben questioned his statement.

"listen you're one of the best on the team. don't tell the others i said that. what's been going through your head?"

"a lot of things—things i don't want to talk about" he look up at him and squinted his eyes from the sun. "well when you need to i'm here...but not after two, i have to go home and watch golf"

ben nodded his head as thank you even though he wouldn't be taking up that offer anytime soon and to add that the coach's pep talked sucked to the bone. it didn't help him much.

"call the play..." he stood up and put his helmet back on. he thought that maybe this was a time release any stress and anger he had.

"—thank you mommy" y/n softly smiled as the older woman who carefully handed her a hot bowl of soup on a bed in breakfast tray. "no problem sweetie. and you're eighteen, you're too old for the word mommy" she joked. "never too old" y/n smiled.