A/N; I had to put this up. It was in the back of my mind and it was drivng me crazy! So please take a look

I ran out into the front living room, trying to put on my green jacket as I went. Fury and anger boiled in my veins as I flung the front door open. I heard footsteps coming from the direction I just left, which was where my room was. My green eyes flashed angrily at the sound of the footsteps and I turned to leave. I barely got the toes of my left sneaker out when my father's angry voice erupted from behind me.

"BENJAMIN KIRBY TENNYSON!"

I whipped around, grinding my teeth in total frustration as I did so, while forcing my let arm through the jacket sleeve. My eyes narrowed as my father approached me, stopping only a foot from me. My hatred for him seared through me like white-hot fire. If looks could kill, my father would be dead, but he was too busy being a jackass to notice it.

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK OUT ON ME!" he screamed, spit flying from his mouth in every direction. "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, YOUNG MAN!"

I smirked with spite covering every inch of my face. "Yeah, well I'm done with you telling me what to do!" I shouted back, every sense of injustice that my father had done to me just bursting to come out. "I am officially don't care what you do or say to me anymore! Only one year and I'll be outta here, so do whatever! I don't care!"

"Just like you didn't care about your twin sister?" my dad spat at me. I froze at that, shock etched all over my face. As I stared at my dad, it became evident that he realized that he offended me severely and that he didn't mean to. But sadness, anger, and grief was settling in my heart and my eyes were burning. How could he bring this up? He hated to talk about this, especially with me, because I hated to talk about it too. Mom usually brought the subject of my twin sister, Bree up.

"Ben I-" he started, but I was now unbelievably angry that I didn't wan to hear what he had to say anymore.

"Forget it Dad," I snarled, my whole body practically shaking with rage. "I think you made yourself perfectly clear to me. If Mom asks where I am, when she gets back from work, I'm at Kevin's."

I then turned on my heel and stormed down the stone steps, a light breeze blowing my brown hair back. I yanked open my car door and quickly climbed in. I put the key in the ignition and put my foot lightly on the gas, as I shifted to reverse. When my car was safely out of the driveway, I put my foot lightly on the gas again and shifted to drive, turning the wheel slightly to the right. And then I was going as fast I could to get away from home… and away from my dad.

"Call Kevin Levin," I commanded my car's computer as I ran my fingers quickly through my hair, trying to keep the tears from spilling from my eyes. I listened as the phone rang exactly four times and then I heard the voice of my best friend on the other line.

"Levin, here."

"Hey Kev, it's Ben."

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much. Uhm bro, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Hilarious. Look, man, can I come over to your place? Just for awhile?"

"Yeah sure dude. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to get out of the house right now. Hey do mind if I stop at a few places along the way? I've got things I need to do."

"Do whatever you like, man. I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks Kev, see ya later dude."

"Yeah, see ya."

The call ended there and for that I was grateful, because the tears were pouring down my face at the memories that were forcing through my brain. I tried to push to the back to the back of my mind for now... or at least until I couldn't hold them in anymore. At the next stoplight, I did a sharp turn and headed to the wooded part of Bellwood, where a children's park was, a site of many of mine and Gwen's childhood memories… including the one where my beloved twin sister, Brendalin Kristina Tennyson, was kidnapped and where I, a helpless little 6 year old boy; witnessed it all happening.

A/N; Oh poor Ben... Let me know guys if you want me to continue with this! Bye-bye!

~Ellie~