Traded In His Misery {Brusnop Remake}

The Lonely Life

Ben's POV

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Fighting was normal in my family. My mum tried to help me, my sister tried to keep everyone happy, but my father couldn't care less. I was nothing to him. However, tonight was different. My sister, Bex, sat with me while our parent fought in the room downstairs.

"He's a faggot. I did not create a faggot!" My dad screamed at my mother.

"You obviously did because he's you son!" She screamed back.

"You're a lying bitch." He stated before I heard him slap her hard, and then a thump told me she fell. Bex stood and ran out but I still sat in the corner of my room.

"Daddy, stop this!" She screamed. I heard another slap and thump, and I flinched. There was more screaming and I stood, grabbing a small bag from my closet and packing a few items of clothes. After, I heard a gun shot through the screaming. Bex screamed after, before another hun shot sounded and she stopped screaming. I went to open my window before my door opened and my dad walked in.

"You're next, fag." He said. I looked in horror before he shot. In my attempt to dodge, the bullet went through my shoulder and I fell backwards out the window and onto the hard ground with a painful thud. The breath left my lungs before I saw dad in the window. I stayed still, with my eyes shut, hoping for him to leave or finish me there. "You better be dead when I get down there." The window slammed shut and I attempted to stand, light headed and ready to fall over. I grabbed the bag off the ground and tried to run, hiding when the front door opened and my dad rounded the side of the house. When he was out of sight, I headed off quickly.

Eventually, hours later, while still dizzy and sick, I found myself in another town. A sign told me I was in York, about an hour from my town. I kept walking down the street, thankful for not many people being out to see the wound in my shoulder. I kept my head down before someone bumped into my shoulder, shooting pain down my arm and causing me to fall over, and yelp in pain.

"Shit, sorry mate. Wasn't looki- holy shit you're bleeding." A raspy voice said. I looked up and saw a guy with saggy ginger hair, a few tattoos, a Skid Row shirt, and blue jeans.

"Its fine." I mumbled, holding my shoulder.

"That does not look fine. You're shirt is red and white and your shoulder has a hold in it. Come on, I'll take you to a hospital." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I winced and stood, holding his arm to catch my ballance. I held him as i stood, and everything went fuzzy. My knees gave out and he caught me again, picking me up.

"Fuckin hell." I muttered.

"What happened?" He asked.

"What's it look like?" I slurred out weakly. "I got shot."

"I'll take you to a hospital, and they can take care of you." He said. I nodded before being set in a car. The door shut and he got in the other side, driving off. I passed out on the way there, but was woke up by someone picking me up. I opened my eyes to see the ginger guy.

"What's your name, mate?" I asked.

"Danny. Yours?" He asked.

"Ben." I replied. He continued walking until I was put in a wheelchair and taken off. After I was stitched up and blood was pumped into me, Danny walked in.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Go where?" I asked, sitting up.

"To my house. I just talked to the doctor and my mum. You're staying with me for a while." He said. I have him an odd look before standing.

"I don't even know you." I stated.

"Yeah, but the police know you." He pulled out his car keys.

"O-Oh..." I looked down.

"Come on, Ben. Let's go so you can't sleep." He offered his hand. I took it, standing up, then putting my hands in my pockets.

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HEY... HEY, KARLEE.

IS IS BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE?? AM I STILL A ROACH NUGGET?

~Jnx