6 - Hope

~Ben’s Point of View~

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just disappear for two days not with all this crazy shit going on,” I heard, as the sun suddenly blasted into the room.

I pulled a blanket over my head and ignored the rude awakening. Well, I hadn’t slept. How could I possibly?

A series of clinking and groans filled the air as Sebby likely cleaned up some of the empty liquor bottles strewn all over the house. My entire body hurt, felt close to paralysis but there wasn’t anything in the world that could help it. No amount of liquor, no drug.

“Is this about that wolf,” I heard, making me leap out of the bed and fly right at his stupid face with my fist.

He caught me, and kicked me into the wall. I hit with a huge thud, knocking a painting off. I didn’t even bother trying to catch myself, levitate so I wouldn’t hit the floor. Physical pain was already crippling my body. What's a little more?

“She rejected me,” I whispered, barely able to still believe it.

By the time I