-Chapter 2-
-Haha- "You are so funny!" Simpered one of Rogers clingy wives as the three boys, Sean, Todd, and Ben scrubbed away at the grimy floor. The entire house was in disarray, ancient Chinese food containers littered what was visible of the floor, the toilet seat was missing (no one was quite sure where it was) and everything reeked of last year's dirty socks. The entire place was very messy, not a sort of place you would want to stay in long, let alone grow up in.
Although, Ben never minded, he was tough. Ben was born in secret, that much he knew. He never found out who his mother was, but he always remembered a cascading sheet of fuzzy red hair, glowing in the soft warm sunlight. Those days were lost to him. The glimmering bit of a fading memory was the only thing that kept him going in times like these. He had moved from one family to another, never staying for long. He, like his father, (He knew that much) was a troublemaker. He was a charmer, a rebel, insane. At the snap of his fingers all hell would break loose. Like his father, he had a criminal mind; he was always getting into trouble. Benjamin Black was not the sort of child whose parents got phone calls, saying how great of a kid he was. Not like he had any real parents, Ben thought bitterly as he scrubbed away at the layer of filth on the tiling.
His current foster family consisted of his 'Dad' Roger who was, in a nutshell, a pig. He looked like one, he smelled like one, and he ate like one. He was a mean tempered but powerful man with beady little eyes that saw and criticized everything. His foster brothers were here before the agency dumped him on the foul doorstep of his current abode, so they were more like brothers, together for five years. The eldest of the pair, Todd, (eight) was Rogers' child but that didn't stop the coldhearted womanizer from putting him to work just like his foster children. Sean was six years old and he was the youngest of the group. It really infuriated the ten-year-old Benjamin to see such a small child have to work so hard. He had retaliated at some points, but it never did any real good. The rest of the kin consisted of Roger's many wives, Vikki, Celeste, Lydia, Rose, and assorted others too numerous to name. The girls passed in and out as they pleased, ordering the boys about at their whim.
This isn't family, Ben thought resentfully to himself. No one in this room really cares about me. This isn't home! He shoved a black lock behind his ears and continued scrubbing at the floor as his 'parents' looked on disapprovingly. The giggles slowly grew louder along with the sounds of his foster brothers heavy breathing, it all echoed in his pounding ears. The trash in the room seemed to grow until a giant monster of dirtiness seemed to swallow the room, taking him with it. It was too much. Finally, after three years of torture, Benjamin leapt up, threw his sponge to the still disgusting ground and stalked off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing boy?" Roger shrieked after him, letting go of his wife, Kaiki's waist for a brief moment.
"I am getting out of this hell hole!" Ben screamed, his black eyes flashing hatred as he sprinted up the stairs, trying with all of his might to restrain himself from going back downstairs and strangling the worthless life out of the bloody git that stood dumbfounded below. "And don't you dare try and stop me!" He added, grabbing his worn out trainers from off the torn mattress. He shoved them on, and wrenched open the door leading away from his pitiful room, slamming it on his way out. He skidded down the stairs, fury in every stride. He walked past his brothers, and headed straight for the door that was being blocked by Roger.
"Get out of my way!" Ben roared, a wind howling in his ears. Suddenly the room filled with the tearing winds, blowing the dust and trash on the floor up and into the air. All of the trash that had surrounded Roger Perkins for his entire dull existence then came hurling at him at ninety miles an hour. The hurricane of pent-up rage knocked Roger off his feet and sent him hurling to the now spotless ground. The door flew open on its own accord and Ben walked through it as the others watched on in wonder. He stepped over the threshold, and turned making a last final obscene gesture into the house that will never be a home. With that, he turned on his heel and left the wretched place.