‘Stop stop stop PLEASE STOP!’ Was the constant mantra ringing through Benji’s head as he desperately clawed at his father’s arm, trying to loosen the other’s hold. His necklace chain had thankfully snapped and broken from earlier, preventing his father from damn near choking him to death.
However Caleb seemed to have something different in mind. Which is how Benji found himself being knelt over the bath tub in the tiny bathroom the trailer had. His father had only let it fill about half way with water, but it was enough to submerge the entirety of his head underneath the water. Benji writhed and struggled to break free, one hand clasping the edge of the tub to try and pull himself up while the other tried to pry his father’s hand from around his throat.
“Stop your fucking squirming boy. This is just a reminder of what I won’t tolerate in this house.” Caleb commented, pulling Benji up from the waters surface for a moment before dunking him back under.
“First thing is that you’re gonna get rid of those disgusting clothes. I’m sure you still have some of your old clothes in your room. Haven’t fucking went in the place since you left.”
‘I didn’t leave you fucking tossed me out!’ Benji internally screamed, before panic overtook him once more as he twisted and turned about. After another minute or two Caleb finally relented and pulled Benji the rest of the way out of the water, letting his body slump against the edge of the tug as he took in heavy gulps of air. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, although it was probably unnoticeable thanks to how drenched his upper half was.
It was silent between them for a moment, minus Benji’s panting. The dark-skinned teen rubbed at his throat, knowing there would be a thin line of bruising from the necklace his father had strangled him with earlier. Benji then flinched when a hand suddenly brushed his wet bangs back from his forehead, giving him direct eye contact with his father. ‘Don’t fucking touch me.’
“Second thing is that we’re going to be spending some quality time together. See what kinda shit those punks put in your head.” His father continued, removing his hand and Benji unknowingly gave a light sigh in relief. His father stood from where he had been kneeling, and as Benji found himself glancing up at him he was struck with an unwanted realization. He was still so small compared to this man.
Still so weak.
“Now get yourself cleaned up. Then get started on dinner. I’m sure you didn’t forget what your mom taught you now.” With that, Caleb turned and left the tiny bathroom, his heavy boots making the floor creak as Benji counted the steps until they faded, his father no doubt returning to the living room.
A moment of silence, and then a broken sob escaped from the Skull member, a hand coming up to cup around his mouth to muffled his cries. Three years, and things were going back to what he had never wanted to endure again. Whats more...He was now...
