Novels by Benny D dreamer

Caleb? Caleb?! Are you there?" It's Ellie, on the phone. She just told me that Tim proposed to her. And I can’t explain why my throat feels tight and closed up. Maybe it's the sudden effect this news has on me—like running into a wall. Even though he told me he’d planned to, I never actually thought he would. I never thought he'd betray me.It's been months since I left Shiloh Creek. I haven't thought of Tim in weeks now. I thought I’d moved on.Why does it feel like my body is turning against me? My hands won’t stop shaking.My heart won’t stop racing.Why the fuck do I feel like this?“Caleb?” She calls again“Yeah? I’m here” I manage to choke out, my voice sounding weird and distant. “Where’d you go?” “Nowhere, Ellie you were saying?”“You sound weird. Are you okay?” She asks again.“I’m okay, just a bit shocked.” “I know right?” She giggles “it was unexpected. But isn’t it great? I think he loves me.” She sounds dreamy and oddly breathless. I think he lov

TONY’S POVI knock at the dull off white colored door of Luke’s dorm room. There’s no answer. I shift the paper bag in my hand and knock again. Harder. The half-peeled university decal shamelessly clinging to the door, vibrates from the force of my knock. The dorm hallway is quiet except for the low hum of a distant TV—and the sound of my heartbeat, racing faster than the seconds ticking by. What if he’s not happy to see me. He’s never invited me over before.I pound my fist harder on the door. Still nothing. Pressing my ear against the cold door, I listen for any movement on the other side of it. But all I hear is silence. Then a groan and then slow dragging of feet. When the door finally cracks open, I see him—Butt naked, his usually perfect hair is a mess, he’s honey brown eyes dulled from exhaustion. He squints as if the golden rays of the setting sun are too bright for his eyes. “Hi baby.” I say with a smile. “Tony?” He blinks sluggishly, voice rough from exhaustion.“I

I hate surprises. After what I witnessed last night, it’s decided that I hate surprises. I’m in PSYC 101, the monotonous voice of the professor droning on about cognitive biases, I try to take notes but my fingers float uselessly over my laptop keys as my eyes drift across the room. I notice short dark hair and I know whose it is. I know it’s Tony. Which is weird seeing as he’s not the only person in this class with short dark hair. It’s strange that I’ve never noticed him in this class before. I definitely did not notice him last night as well. He must be really good at fading into backgrounds. Another disturbing thought pops into my head. Luke is queer. What’s more disturbing, he’s a queer person that hangs around homophobic people. He really must not like himself. What happened last night wasn’t just something that drunk people do. Luke was drunk, of course, but this was something he’d done multiple times. There was an affinity in the ordinary way he’d leaned into Tony. He

The bar is packed tightly. I can’t tell if it’s due to its size or due to too many people. But it’s warm enough, almost hot. There’s the smell of liquor and cigarettes and different people in the air. And spicy food. Luke moves through the crowd, pushing people left and right without a second thought. My ears find Luke’s friends before my eyes lock onto them. The laughter coming from the back corner is loud as hell. They’re crowded around a table littered with empty glasses and used napkins and half-eaten food. “There he is! There’s my fucking guy!!!” One of them says. “Dude you were a fucking beast today” There is a slight resemblance between all of them. I can’t tell their jockey, athletic, overly—masculine faces apart. “Tell that to my fucking face man.” Luke says with a smug smile on his face, rubbing his bruised face. I stand silently, waiting for Luke to introduce me. But he doesn’t, douchebag that he is. “Who the fuck is that?” another one on the left asks and

SEPTEMBER The next few weeks run by and I find myself running with it. Literally. At first, Luke’s constant jabs about my body seemed harmless. Annoying, but harmless. Then, one day, he called me a weak-ass bitch. I don’t know if it was the shock on my face that amused him, but he laughed and said he didn’t mean it. Later, he bought me running gear when I told him I didn’t have any, like that made it better. Now, as I walk to one of Luke’s hockey games, I realize I’ve gotten used to him. Used to the big mouth, the offhand slurs, the smirks that no longer get under my skin. I get there and the arena is freezing. The kind of chill that bleeds under your skin and settles in your bones. I should have brought a jacket and something for my nose. Luke had warned me about the cold but he never mentioned the smell. The sharp bite of wet concrete combined with the musty sour odor of sweat. Then there’s the greasy stench of the arena food—overcooked fries. Somewhere in the crowd, someone s

ONE MONTH LATERA month ago, Tim had broken my heart in the most cruel and spiteful way known to man. Two weeks ago, I left Shiloh creek for college. Two weeks since I left home for college without a goodbye from my mother. I had woken up to the sound of somebody moving around downstairs. It had seemed like a normal morning, which wasn’t right because it was not a normal morning. I was going to college. I wondered if my mum was still asleep . I wondered if she’d hug me tightly and then tell me she loved me, tell me to take care of myself, tell me to call if I needed anything.When I finally went downstairs, it was only my father downstairs at the kitchen table on his phone, probably reading the news or scrolling through emails. My eyes kept darting to the hallway that leads to my parents bedroom. The door was shut. My father cleared his throat and offered me coffee: “there’s coffee if you want any”“Thanks” I didn’t want any, but I poured a cup and took a sip anyway. Just to have