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{Brian in normal text font/ Mr. Johnson in Bold/ Mrs. Johnson in Italics}

"Son"

"Yeah Dad?"

"How was your day pal?"

"Great Dad, how's yours?"

"Super! Say Son how'd you like to go fishing this weekend"

"Great Dad, but I've got homework to do"

"That's aright son you can do it on the boat"

"Gee!"

"Dear...Isn't our son swell"

"Yes dear, isn't life swell"

"Awwwh *smooch* Awwwh *smooch*"

Bender then motions to Mr. Johnson punching Mrs. Johnson. He then goes to sit back on his table.

It was silent until Andrew decided to add "Alright, what about your family"

"Oh mine?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's real easy"

"Bender don't-" I tried to intervene but he held his hand up to stop me. I huffed but didn't say anything else.

Bender moved back to his 'acting position' before getting into his character which I'm guessing is his dad.

{John in normal text font/ Mr. Bender in Bold/ Mrs. Bender in Italics}

"Stupid, worthless, no good, god damn, free loading, son of a bitch, retarted, bigmouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk"

"You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful-"

"SHUT UP BITCH! Go fix me a turkey pot pie"

"What about you dad?"

"Fuck you.."

"No dad what about you?"

"Fuck you."

"NO DAD WHAT ABOUT YOU?!"

"FUCK YOU"

Bender motioned a hit to his father and then receiving a hit.

A tear rolled down my face as I bit my lip, me myself re-living the same events Bender has.

It was quiet as everyone was processing what'd just happened.. until Brian opened his uncontrollable mouth.

"Is that for real?"

"You want to come over some time" Bender defended

"That's bullshit. It's all part of you're image, I don't believe a word of it" Andrew sneered

"You don't believe me?"

"No"

"No?" Bender repeated

"Did I stutter?"

"Why the fuck would he lie about something like this Andrew, you don't know shit about what he goes through so just fucking shut that pie whole you call a mouth before I kick the shit out of you" I wiped away the stray tear angrily.

"Why are you sticking up for him anyway, Just because you like him. Well newsflash Amber, he doesn't care about you at all. He's just going to use you and break your heart like all the other girls he's gone out with because that his image. Just like his bullshit story" Andrew fumed.

I clenched my jaw and tightened my fists enough to dig my fingernails into my palm and drawing blood, being numb to the pain now after doing it so many times at home with my father...it helped me cope since I didn't have anyone else to talk to about it.. Tears pooled my eyes but I refused to show any weakness to a dickhead like him so I stayed strong and blinked them away.

"Careful, choose your next words wisely" I threated my voice filled with poison.

Popeye paled, trying not to look intimidated but I could tell that the little boy inside was pissing himself. HAH scared of a 5'5 petite girl, pathetic.

Andrew looked away back to Bender when he saw him walk over to stand in front of him, I raised myself off the table in case there was a fight and I needed to intervene or calm John down.

Luckily it didn't come to that as Bender rolled up his sleeve to show cigar burns, this made me gasp in shock as I received a flashback that happened a few days ago

<FLASHBACK>

I was sat on the sofa watching a movie a cigarette dangling from my lips as i took a long drag, hopefully ill be able to vent to room before Dad comes back.

Too engrossed in the movie i didn't hear the front door shut, not alerting me that my Father was home and not knowing that the time was 6:03pm which was 15 minutes after Dad finished work. "What the fuck are you doing? Is that my pack of cigarettes?!" He stomped forward till he reached the coffee table that showed Dad's specific branded smokes. My throat dried up like a drought, lungs gasping for oxygen. But i was scared to even breath at this moment, he's already unhappy about me having to go to Saturday detention this weekend, he gave me a heavy talking to about it if you know what i mean.

"Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar, Do. I. Stutter!" Bender's voice shouted in the background.

"You worthless piece of shit" He grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hands yanking it hard causing me to yelp and cry out. Using his other hand he pulled the smoke from out of my mouth and held it between his fingers. "Think its alright to steal my cigarettes do you? Think i'd waste my hard earning money on a disgusting whore? Those were MINE! THEY BELONG TO ME! I OWN THEM JUST LIKE I OWN YOU! YOU WANT MY CIGARETTES SO BADLY? HERE" Roughly he pulled me up from the sofa by my hair, gripping it ever so tighter. "Maybe i didn't punish you hard enough earlier, maybe you need a reminder of how to behave and respect me when i tell you to" He sneered right in my face, the smell of pure shit on his tongue.

"See this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage" Bender grumbled although i couldn't hear him properly as the memories were too strong and overpowering.

Because it was a Friday night i decided to get into my Pyjamas early because it was film night, not realising how exposed i was to his upcoming abuse. I was basically a target to him now, all he had to do was pick a place of my body and try hitting bulls eye.

Throwing me down to the floor he finally released my hair, trying to scurry off the floor was almost impossible as his immense reflexes had me pinned to the floor, this however didn't stop me from yelling, kicking, screaming and crying all to prevent the upcoming event that iv'e experienced at least a thousand times.

"STOP IT PLEASE, LET ME GO! NO! STOP! GET OFF ME, GET OFF ME!" I screamed until my voice grew horse causing me to cough and weeze as i tried to catch my breath.

"This'll teach you never to steal none of my shit ever again, do you hear me girl?" venom dripped from his lips. This once used to be the man that would read me a story every night before i went to sleep, who tucked me in bed and told me he loved me before drifting off into the abyss. He used to laugh and tell those 'Dad Jokes' that'd make you cringe but were funny too. He was a...Dad. Now all i see is an empty man with a monster that's possessed his heart and soul, overcome with rage and an animosity for me. It broke my heart the day he blamed me for Mom's death, i didn't know what to say after the accusation or how to help him through it. I should've helped him.... i let him suffer just as i did, whereas i came through it my Dad got stuck, trapped in the dark. He's been there for so long that it just consumed him. His love and care were the first to go, followed by his Fatherly duties and responsibilities. He just became numb, drinking heavily, smoking heavily, rare occasion of drugs. He was the walking dead.

Pain.

"AHHHHHHHH" I screamed as the cigarette burned my arm, embedding itself into my skin. The feeling was unreal, the smell was worse. But the end result...words just couldn't describe. Tears pricked my eyes almost immediately. My body instinctively flailing around trying to break away but my Dad kept a tight hold, i kept pleading and screaming as he did it over and over again. Once the cigarette was no more he decided that i needed more and resulted into using something effective that was easy to handle. His hands and legs, whilst i was on the floor clutching my burned, bleeding, scorching, scarred arm. He used the position to his advantage and started to beat the shit out of me, kicking the most accessible places, i could feel his rings he was wearing clawing and cutting my skin open like a knife. Knowing i couldn't escape i just laid there and took the beating. Every. Single. Time. i didn't want to but i had no other choice, there was nobody to help, no friends or other family. It was just me and him... What a fucked up world i live in...

<FLASHBACK OVER>

"Amber....Amber...HEY! You okay sweets?" I came back to my senses with Bender in front of me, gazing at me waiting for my reply. His hand rested on my shoulder, unknowingly my hand was rubbing over my clothed arm where my burn marks were, all scabbed and raw.

"Yeah" I whispered, it was all i could manage without breaking down in front of everyone. I'd already sort of done that today, i don't want people thinking im weak. Looking vulnerable was a bad look, people can easily read you when you let your guard down.

John placed his other hand, the arm with the rolled up sleeve giving me full display of his cigar burn that made me feel queasy. He placed it on my hand that was rubbing my arm to make it completely halt, making me release a jagged breath. "You sure, you look pale-"

"I SAID I'M FINE GOD DAMN IT, JUST STOP!" I exploded, i didn't mean to snap at John but it just came out, the amount of shit flying through my head right now is enough to call it a bee hive.

Bender scoffed "What i get for trying to help someone" He moved away from me and started backing up in the middle lane, hands raised in surrender. "Fine i wont bother you anymore, how about that. Because i don't think that i need to sit with you fucking dildo's anymore" He raised his voice to all of us before letting out an angry yell shoving all the books of the display behind his desk, he then climbed onto it and pulled himself up on the stair railings and sitting down facing the back of the library. Letting his legs dangle he crossed his arms and lent his forehead against the wooden handrail looking defeated and glum.

"Shit" Bender and i said simultaneously, both of us unaware that the other said the exact same thing at the same time.