My Saviour|| Bennoda

Chapter 1.

Author's Note: The top picture is how Mike and Chaz looks in this story but their styles will change throughout the story. Happy reading my fellow Bennoda lovers!

Third person's POV:

17 year old, Chester Bennington lays in the bathtub, holding a razor blade in his one hand and a cigarette in the other. He took another huff from the cigarette but this time he sucked in the smoke which caused him to cough and drop the cigarette into the water.

"Fuck..." The boy mumbled.

He placed his arm into the water trying to find it but he couldn't so he had no choice but to give up. Chester sighed and rubbed his naked knees, he took a look at the razor blade he held then pressed it against his one knee then carved the word 'numb' into it. The boy whimpered from the pain, life had been cruel to him from the very start so why bother living? That's what the 17 year old thought. His thoughts were cut off by a certain banging on the bathroom door.

"Chester, hurry the fuck up you little shit, I don't need the teachers complaining to me again about you being late" it was his dad, one of the reasons why Chester was like this.
"Ye-Yes father, coming" the boy stuttered, "thank God he's sober" he mumbled.

Chester quickly wiped the blood off his knee and got out the bathtub, he grabbed a towel then dried himself off and pulled out the drainage plug. He watched as the water with his blood in it flow into the drain. A sigh escaped the boy's lips as he wrapped the towel around himself before walking out the bathroom.

Chester entered his room then began dressing. The teen grabbed an oversized plain red hoodie and black baggy pants, reason why is because he has bruises and scars all over his body and he is extremely insecure about it. Chester placed on his Converse sneakers, grabbed his bag and walked downstairs, seeing his dad leaning on the kitchen counter with a beer bottle in his hand.

"Now you know the rules?" Chester's dad asked.
"Um, be b-back strictly at 4:55pm, not la-later" the boy stuttered, clutching onto his strap.
"Good boy and stop stuttering. I never raised a gay, I raised a man so act like a goddamn man" Mr Bennington stated.
Tears started to form the teen's eyes, truth was that he is gay, he is just scared to tell his dad for he knows the consequences he'll face.
Mr Bennington looked at Chester again with a confused expression.
"What're you think I have all day? Go to school" he told his son then walked passed him, giving the boy a push on the shoulder.

Chester held his shoulder and tears ran down his cheeks, he sighed then walked out the door and onto the street. His school was just 3 blocks from here but while walking, Chester asked himself if he'll ever live a normal, peaceful life. The boy placed the hood over his head and his hands into the hoodie's pockets and began walking, not caring if a car would bump him.